Stories of an Ex Forced God of Destruction

Running from your Problems is Completely Acceptable!

Dream and Ink weren't use to the quiet.

Living with the Bad Sanses had got them accustom to a certain level of noise, since those skeletons didn't have a mute button. It would get so bad sometimes that even Dream started to wonder if they feared silence or something.

But today? Not a peep.

Even Blue was being as quiet as a mouse, which was actually unusual for the hyper monster.

Once they hit breakfast time and it was still deafeningly silent, Dream and Ink started to worry.

"Do you think they're sick?" Ink asked.

Dream shook his head. "The last time Horror was sick, he got even louder. I would have happily smothered him by the time he got better if he complained about his headache one more time."

It took Ink a moment to remember what Dream was talking about, but once the skeletal goldfish did, he completely understood and agreed. "Then... maybe they went out?" he suggested.

"Nobody mentioned going out today." Dream mumbled.

A slight creak from behind the pair caught their attention. They turned to see Horror sweating bullets and standing on the stairs, not moving an inch.

Ink smiled at him and loudly said, "Hey, Horror! We were wondering where you guys were! What's up?"

Horror started sweating more and made desperate shushing motions at Ink, whose eye-lights turned to a swirl and a question mark. "What's wrong, Horror? Why do you want me to be quiet?"

Before anyone had the chance to say anything else, the sound of a door slowly but loudly creaking open made them all freeze, fear running up their spines.

Horror burst in to action, running for the front door like his life depended on it.

He didn't make it, as a tar dripping tentacle came flying down from the upper landing and wrapped around his waist, dragging him up to the second floor.

Horror reached out to Ink and Dream, panic in his eyes. "Help! Me!"

The pair watched as Horror was dragged away out of sight, struggling the whole time.

After a moment, the sound of a door slamming cut off the noises of Horror trying to escape, plunging the house into silence again.

Ink and Dream looked at each other and said, in sync, "What just happened?"

An hour passed before the pair saw Horror again.

That distant door once again creaked open and, after a minute, Horror trudged down the stairs before flopping down into a seat, looking devoid of life.

He looked so empty Ink kind of expected Reaper to walk in the door, but the front door stayed closed.

"Hey, Horror? Are you okay?" Dream asked the maimed monster.

Horror's only response was to hiss at the pair.

Ink lent towards Dream. "Did Nightmare suck out Horror's soul, or something? What's going on?"

"I'm pretty sure Night doesn't have that ability. I think." Dream muttered back.

As they sat there questioning what exactly was going on, since Horror was no help, another sound made them stop talking.

Another door slammed open, followed by a very girl scream. Next, a black and white blur flew over the banister of the second floor and zoomed towards the front door.