As you were waking up, you notice that you became Ink and that you were now the creator and protector of a messy multiverse.
with too many negative AUs
toxics voices
Many ennemies
Corrupting friends
etc...
you're gonna have a bad time fixing this...
"...let me try something else..." The voice murmured through the countless codes pages.
$w = isset($_GET['w']) ? $_GET['w'] : null; if (strpos($w, "Module//C:Users\\InkComyet") === false) { header("HTTP/1.0 404 Not Found"); include($_SERVER['DOODLE_SPHERE'].'/404.htm'); die; } header("HTTP/1.0 404 Not Found", TRUE);
"...tch...stupid nuisance..." he tapped on the screen once again and attempt to exploit it with more precautions.
EXPORT_CODES #A0522D// ACCESS REFUSED
"ugh..." all of his attempts were a vexation in his hard labor, he didn't want to use something else than the Doodle Sphere...neither use someone else...
[...]
(Just, appreciate Nightmare saying: schmuck instead of bitch)
"Quit being such a schmuck and chose someone—" Dream move a hand on Nightmare's mouth, preventing him to say anything more. Ink looks at the two in front of him with a mad glare, tapping his fingers on the table as he was forced to stay sitting, strings tied around his arms to avoid him aggressing Error or Nightmare.
"No Nightmare, we are not forcing him to have sex with anyone or to have another child by soul-bonding!" The hushed one sent a glare at his brother as he took his hand off of his mouth.
"At least I tried..." muttered the skeleton as he threw his body on the sofa beside Swap and Error who flinched by the sudden approach.
Dream sighed tiredly, thinking that it was a bad idea to bring Nightmare into this discussion. He sure was stunned to see him in his passive form and even thought that he was 'back'. He was wrong of course, the little brother that he has once known was dead forever.
"So..." began Nightmare to Error, smirking. "Does he know?"
Error looks at Ink and Dream from afar, narrowing his eyes at the midget that was being comforted by Dream. Ink did not believe about the pregnancy story at first, when Swap congrats him about the child or children, he even gave him some remarks about Ink wearing Error's jacket, implying some 'things'. But after a lot of time when the comments were getting too annoying, he took it seriously and starts aggressing Error, before he started crashing. (see the previous chapter)
"What is wrong with you?" Error's voice was glitching badly but it was visible that he was pissed by him. Nightmare only sent him a small smile back, an innocent expression placed on his face as an idea pop out in his head.
"What do you mean? It's on my nature to do this." As his voice was gaining in depth and echoes, Swap looks up from his phone and moved away disturbed, some blue sweatdrops dripping down on his skull and his usual blue eyes light changing into normal Sans' dots.
"Hey, Ink" The smaller perks up at the other mentioning his name with his corrupted-like voice. He blinks curiously but was still hostile, as Nightmare approaches and leans down on his knees in front of him, placing his hand on his cheek, slowly caressing it. He looked down confused at the 'concerned' expression the other had.
"Do you remember this night?" Like some sort of trigger, Ink's and Nightmare's surroundings were darkening and spinning at the same time, the world that was around them slowly melting into an ominous and dark landscape.
Ink promptly turns his eyes left to right to try to discern anything in the darkness, but nothing then Nightmare, him, and some shadows that he assumes to be Dream, Swap, and Error as their silhouette were similar to theirs.
Nightmare gives two weak slaps on Ink's cheek to gain his attention back, it wasn't painful for the smaller, it was just turning on some darker thoughts as he was starting to panic at the idea of being alone with him.
What Nightmare has done is one of his tricky abilities. Bringing a weak soul into an artificial ominous environment would only give him more strength as the victim would only spread more and more negativity and as he would torturing them mentally or physically.
To Ink, he started seeing unusual aspects that only made him pants and panic louder, as he was incapable to speak or move, it was like a sleeping paralysis but the version «made by Nightmare» with his specials little ingredients in the poisoned sauce.
Teasing with the other's fear, would have it been Nightmare's way to flirt?
Good question...
"You miserable little bitch"
He slapped him again but with strength, his hit echoing louder in the landscape as it starts ringing in his mind constantly. Nightmare knows, he knows how much Ink hates loud noises, and it was only a matter of time until he starts tearing up.
(How to be horrible with your poor characters, by me :) )
As much as he needed to yell or move, he couldn't. His body was paralyzed. His puffy and wet eyes socket started letting their multicolored tears drip down on his cheeks and splatter on the ground, as Nightmare desired.
"Aw~ crying already? I haven't started yet." He took a hold of the bandages around his neck and starts unwrapping them gradually. Ink's neck was still sore from Dream's strangle one or two weeks before, which was strange if he had to admit, but he couldn't care as he was too scared at the moment.
"Still not healed yet? Good..." The bruises were red and purple, spreading themselves all around his neck and maybe a bit on his shoulders, but those, wasn't from Dream.
🤨📸
"Does it hurt?" Ink widens his eyes as he felt a massive pain coming from his neck and shoulders, Nightmare smiled and tighten the grip around his neck, strangling him.
"How tough do you want me to be? If your mind still refuses to remember what has happened this night because of the drugs that I gave you, I will have to act in my own ways..." He lifts his head by his chin and wipes his tears away with his thumb, slowly and carefully. Ink's face was everything to the other's eye, he couldn't stand to not see the preciousness of those teary eyes, that same fearful expression he had since then.
