𝐶𝑎𝑡𝑐ℎ𝑖𝑛𝑔 𝐴 𝑆ℎ𝑜𝑜𝑡𝑖𝑛𝑔 𝑆𝑡𝑎𝑟 ☬ℑ𝔫𝔨𝔪𝔞𝔯𝔢☬ ☬𝔈𝔯𝔯𝔬𝔯𝔦𝔫𝔨☬

Chapter 26: Love Note

( what are the places that Frisk can't roam? Snowdin, Hotland's and New Home. There's three more places that Frisk can't crawl. The Ruins, the Surface and Waterfall.)

~Nightmare's PoV~

I picked up the note and looked at it. The parchment itself looked ancient and looked as if it was about to fall apart at any moment. The ink on it looked very recent though. And looked like whomever wrote it was in a hurry.

I looked it over for a signature but only found chicken scratch, so much I couldn't read it.

But it did say:

'Dear Night,

I have to make this note somewhat short and my apologies that it's written so messy. I just need to say that I'm not in immediate danger but I would definitely prefer to be with you and everyone else. I don't like this dark scenery but it's better than the white of the anti-void. They said we would be leaving soon though. I hope it's sooner than later. I miss you. I'm not sure where we're going, they don't tell me much about that kind of stuff. They are very kind though. Don't worry I am writing this with emotions, they helped me with that. The others said they were horrible beings that should never ever be confronted, but they were really nice to me. Do you think they lied? I think so. But never the less I have a deal to up hold. I'm pretty sure someone had told you about it so I won't bother you with it. Oh, they just need for me. Well I better get going now.'

And then the signature is unreadable. At least to me it is. I looked it over once again and my brain went braindead. Actually, do skeletons even have brains? No matter. I'll look it over again in the morning and maybe get a couple answers. For now my head isn't working at the moment.

I carefully roll it up and tie the ribbon around it and set it on my nightstand. I roll back over but that's all that I could think about. That damn note- scroll- thingy.

It reminded me of Ink but for now I can't be for sure. I mean, if it was Ink wouldn't he make it obvious who he was talking about? Well, I guess it is Ink I'm talking about. And he did say he assumed Cross already told me about them. He is right of course, but how did he know, or even guess Cross told me?

Some of this doesn't add up. But I will have more answers tomorrow. Hopefully.

~Dream's PoV~

I walked around the halls a bit. Cross convinced me to stay after a while. I love him, I truly do, it's just I really don't want another fight with my brother. I still haven't completely gotten over the one we had recently.

I closed my eyes as I walked, running my hand on the walls as I walked. I stopped and opened my eyes when I came across a door that reminded me of a certain skeleton.

I opened the door slowly, the door creaking as I open it. I carefully walked in and closed the door. It was pitch black so I ran my hands along the wall, looking for a light switch of some kind. I finally found one and flipped it.

The room lit up and as soon as I saw everything a gasped and covered my mouth, just in case someone might here me, though I doubt it. Nightmare had most of the walls soundproof, some of the rooms include the bedrooms, bathrooms, and chambers.

The room was filled with colors of all kinds. Pastels lined the carpet, darker shades took up the curtains and the rug. Normal colors but with sparkles and glitter filled the shelves and much much more. I almost cried as realization struck me. I covered my mouth once again and I slid down to the floor.

I silently cried, but also smiled. I can't believe I missed it. After all this time and everything. Over the years, months, everything. I was so blind.

I took a deep breath and stood up. I wiped my eyes and shut the lights off and then exited the room, opening and shutting the door as quietly as possible.

I walked to the kitchen and made myself a quick cup of Black tea. I sipped it soundlessly. I smiled as the familiar taste came back to me. I rinsed out my cup and set it carefully in the sink. I walked back to Cross' room and slipped into the covers. I turned to Cross to see him in deep sleep. I put my hand to his head and put mine on his. I took a relaxing breath and kissed him, then fell asleep cuddling up to him.