Brilliance is unachievable, embrace idiocy - One-shot book of nonsense

Conversations that bring thoughts, words that bring action.

Oh look, it's the thing I half-assed and did in a day. Hope you... like it? Yeah.

This is just a convo from one of my aus, which was pretty ambitious for me because I suck a dialogue. But like, I think it's cool. I'll probably fix it in the morning, but maybe not.

Words(excluding writer's notes): 1064

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Zon wanted to start swinging. His friend was kidnapped, was probably being tortured. There was a multiversal war, countless aus and people being massacred. And Zon wanted to start swinging.

But all he could do was merely stare at the Will of his friend, and sigh.

Powerless, he would call himself, if only he could process any of the thoughts making whirlwinds and maelstroms with any sort of coherency. He had never wanted this, so why was he the one caught in the crossfire? Why had Manifold been?

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Nightmare wanted to start swinging. The gang was just about to buy some desert when the Star Sanses had attacked, and he'd be damned if he let them hurt his fami— allies. Allies.

He cursed under his breath as Ink's paint almost killed him, just barely managing to avoid the projectile to the head while recovering from a hit from Blue's hammer. He steadied, swinging at Dream.

Killer appeared at his side, dodging an arrow, before he disappeared again. Error chucked a motorcycle at Ink, falling behind an abandoned vendor before attacking Blue.

Nightmare didn't know how, but ultimately his Gang had been driven from the destroyed frozen yogurt store and into the streets, swerving between cars and occasionally throwing them. But Error certainly enjoyed the change in pace, which was good, swinging around and tossing the opposition into buildings whenever he could.

Nightmare just shook his head good-naturedly, before jumping to Horror and Dust's aid against Blue.

A flash of light, and Nightmare shoved everything he could in front of his eye-sockets to shield himself from the intensity. It burned him, the light.

A hand grabbed his arm. Nightmare let go of his sockets, letting his tentacles fall from over his skull, to look at his frien— ally.

But Dust was looking at something something else entirely, tapping Nightmare's arm even after he'd gotten his attention, almost frantic.

Nightmare whipped around, narrowing his sockets at the newcomer. The newcomer's eye-lights just passed over him with no regard for the threat he posed, and he wanted to lounge. But there was no reasonable reason, he cursed internally.

"Wha— who are you?" Ink called.

"Zon, he/him."

"Why are you here—?!"

"Ah, there you are." Zon declared, ignoring Ink and fishing some sort of paper from his inventory, "Error Sans of multiverse FGoD 173, we have much to discuss."

"We do?" Error said, warily stringing royal blue magic around his fingers, stalking closer to the Gang.

"Yes!" Zon exclaimed.

Nightmare grabbed Dust's hand, dropping it off his arm as he scanned "Zon", if that was even his real name. Nightmare didn't know, and before you ask he was not being paranoid. He was being careful, and this stranger screamed 'threat'.

Zon was filled with negativity; fear, resentment, desperation. His shoulders sagged, but he moved with an unending energy, radiating frightening positivity. Familiar, but so different that it left him adrift; confused above all else.