𝐶𝑎𝑡𝑐ℎ𝑖𝑛𝑔 𝐴 𝑆ℎ𝑜𝑜𝑡𝑖𝑛𝑔 𝑆𝑡𝑎𝑟 ☬ℑ𝔫𝔨𝔪𝔞𝔯𝔢☬ ☬𝔈𝔯𝔯𝔬𝔯𝔦𝔫𝔨☬

Chapter 7: Drama~

~□Ink's PoV□~

I yawned as I sat up and stretched. I looked around a bit and found myself in my room with a sleeping Cross and Reaper on my bed with me

"Ugh, my head huuurrrtttssss."

A reached my hand up to my head where I had a headache and suddenly was tackled into a hug by my elder brother, Cross

"Your finally awake!"

I looked at him confused and he seemed to get the message

"You were out for a few days... no one knows why though."

Suddenly I get a suprise behind me when I felt arms around my waist and a head on my shoulder. I saw Reaper still asleep and Cross making a lenny face at me, so I'm not sure exactly who it was

"Your finally awake I see. Good."

I knew that voice. I knew it since I was small.

"Hey, Nighty. So I've been out for a while?"

I could feel him not his head on my shoulder before he sighed and layed down, pulling me with him. He kept his arms around me but moved me so that we were cuddling. Not gonna lie, it felt good. And warm. Waaarrmmmtthhh

Suddenly I realized that it was cold in the room and shuddered a bit. I think Nightmare felt that I had shuddered because he pointed a tentacle at Cross and then to the window by my dresser

"Go shut the window idiot."

Cross gasped dramatically and looked offended

"Excuse me?! One, he's MY brother, second, I am not an idiot, and third, you can't boss me in my brother's home!"

His words and actions made me laugh a little. He was being so dramatic over being told to go shut a window

Nightmare looked at him with a deadly glare and growled at him, making Cross widen his eyes, silence, and shut the window. I laughed some more of course. In my opinion it was funny how they were acting!

Nightmare looked back at me before cuddling me tighter. A LOT tighter. Luckily I could still breath though. Not sure why skeletons need to breath. Especially when they don't have a soul. Oh well, screw logic. Logic is ded. Old news. Erased from existence. Obliterated.

After a couple minutes I heard light snoring and reopened my eyes to see NootNoot fast asleep. It looked somewhat cute. Ok, fine, adorable. And I'm not taking it back

I silently got out from his grasp and tucked him in a bit before heading downstairs. Dream was on the couch, reading a book as always, Blue was fiddling with his scarf/bandana. Blue was the first to speak

"Hey, Dream? Do you think Ink is gonna wake up? He has been out for almost nine days now.."

Dream looked up at him in suprise before looking down and away. I saw small tears start to build up in his eyes

"We just have to wait and see Blue. I'm positive he'll wake up any day now! All we have to do is be patient for him."

I felt a pang of guilt tug at my non-existent soul. I made them worry aboutme while I was just asleep. And not only that but for 9 days!

I walked down quietly and stood at the bottom of the staircase

"Someone say 'wake up'?"

I said it in a sorrow filled and lowish voice but they still heard and Blue turned his head to me sharply and Dream lifted his head up quickly

"INKY!!"

They said at the same time as they hurridly got up, ran to me, and hugged me. I hugged back as they started to cry. I felt more guilt from this

"We were so worried about you Inky! Don't ever leave us again!"

I smiled a bit and sighed

"I promise."

But oh how that promise was about to be broken