Curse Of Reality [A Sanscest Story]

Chapter Thirteen - Grounded

Killer currently was staring up at the ceiling, he had been doing a lot of that lately. Since Cross had somehow slipped up  and told Nightmare that they had been to see Dream they were currently being punished. The punishment? They were forced to share a room and were not allowed to leave the house under any circumstances.

Basically house arrest.

Oh and boy did it suck sharing a room with Cross. Killer would rather be sharing one with Dust! Cross would constantly talk to himself, calling what he was talking to 'Chara', a very stupid name in Killer's opinion. Cross also had constant night terrors, one night Killer had woken up and he had been forced to wake Cross up because he had almost torn his whole pillow apart. Seeing someone do that in their sleep is very terrifying.

And lastly, Cross was a huge pushover. Whenever Killer would say something mean to him he'd just get a horribly hurt look on his face but he wouldn't even do anything about it! Killer expected him to at least throw a knife at him, that's what Dust does.

Yet sometimes Killer was extremely thankful for Cross's 'pushoverness'. Like when Killer would get one of his random fits. Cross would just hug him tightly, tell him that everything was going to be fine, and that he wouldn't let Nightmare lay even one bony finger on him.

Killer would have to admit that it was nice to have at least one person willing to put up with him. 

Though luckily, the whole 'sharing a room' thing was coming to an end. Since they had  followed Nighmare's rules (for once in who knows how long) he had been generous enough to shorten their time.

So once again back to Killer, who was still staring up at the ceiling because he had nothing better to do with his time. That was, until Cross came bursting into the room from his kitchen duty.

Killer sat up, wincing slightly as his bones have still yet to recuperate from his wound, and gave Cross a look, "why are you out of breath?"

Cross came and sat next to Killer, reaching into his pocket to grab something. Once he had found what he was looking for he pulled out a small doll that looked similar to Nightmare.

Killer glanced back and forth between the doll and Cross, obvious confusion written on his face, "what's that?"

Cross groaned and shoved the doll into Killer's open hands, "who the hell do you know that sews dolls?"

Killer stared at the miniature Nightmare as its lone button eye stared back, "uh, I'm not sure? No one's coming to mind?"

Cross quickly snatched the doll back, turning it to its side to reveal a sewn name, "Error dumbass! Error!"

Killer looked at Cross with visible concern, "and why are you so excited about this? Isnt he the dude that wants to destroy the multiverse and absolutely hates Nightmares guts? Last I checked we're kinda Nightmare's henchman so I don't think he likes us very much."

Cross didn't seem deflated in the slightest, he was grinning widely, "there's only one other person that he hates more than Nightmare, and that's Ink."

Killer sighed and buried his face in his hands, "and what in the absolute hell does Ink have to do with this!?"

Killer suddenly felt himself being pulled to his feet, Cross was pulling him out of the door, "I'll explain on the way! We have something to return!"

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There were very few things that managed to get past Ink. Dream healing Killer was not one of them.

Needless to say Ink was not very happy about it. Did Dream care what Ink thought? Hell no. Did Dream think pulling his bow out and threatening to kill Ink when he questioned him was a good idea? Of course.

So when Ink decided he didn't want to deal with whatever Dream had planned and left Dream had the place all to himself.

Though no matter how much Dream loved that he was having a lot of 'no Ink' time, it was a bit unusual. It wasn't like Ink to just absentmindedly dismiss something like that. There were only two things that could ever stop Ink from aggravating the daylights out of Dream 1. Ink was running low on his vials (seeing as how his sash was fully stocked that's a very low possibility) and 2. Ink was up to something he didn't want Dream knowing about.

And much like Ink, there were very few things that went unnoticed by Dream. Being able to feel every negative and positive feeling in the multiverse had its perks.

What did Dream do when he was suspicious of Ink? Easy, he snooped around in his room. You would expect that one of the most powerful people to exist wouldn't hide all of his valuable things in his room. Too bad Ink was stupid.

Dream, who had been previously laying on the couch, was already halfway up the stairs. Ink's room was on the very end of the hall, right next to Blue's. He usually kept his room locked but Dream considered himself a pretty good lock pick.

When Dream got to Ink's door he jiggled the knob a few times, just to check if Ink was being more dumb today. Sadly he wasn't so Dream had to scour around in his pant pocket to find his trusty bent-straight paper clip. After a few twists and turns Dream heard a click and opened the door.

As expected, Ink's room was an absolute mess. There were drawings strung all over the place, his bed was unmade, and his clothes were thrown all of the room. Dream internally cringed just seeing it.

Dream slapped himself for getting distracted and started to go through draws. Ink usually kept journals to keep track of important information because of his horrible memory.

After about the fifth drawer Dream finally came across one labeled 'Vol. 7 ', he was pretty sure that that was Ink's newest one.

Dream pulled it out and began to flip through. It was mostly normal things, whether the food was running out, how full his vials were, the occasional run in with Error. Finally Dream came across a page. It had a weird looking drawing on it and most of the writing had been erased and scribbling over so many times it was hard to interpret. It looked to Dream like it was some kind of blueprint.

Dream's eyes widened as he realized what the page was illustrating, "oh my god. Ink what the hell are you thinking?"

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