Child of my Killer

Nightmare

"Sit." I commanded while Dream started healing his wounds. "They replaced my father with a skeleton named Cross. "wait- cross joined the bad sanses?!" Ink's eye became an exclamation point. I nodded. "You... know him?"
"heh.. more or less. i helped cross with his chara, they were the last two from his world and were sharing a body. chara had a tendency of taking over. i, uh, error took his soul though.. i guess they made a deal so cross could get his soul back.." I put a hand on Ink's shoulder, giving him a reassuring smile. "That's not your fault. I'm sure you tried your best!" Ink smiled a little, clearly glad to have good old Blue back.. sort of. "Are we ready to take the fight to them?" I asked. "Do we need more time?" I needed everyone on the same page, or this wouldn't work. "just give us an hour. carrot needs to heal." Dream asked. I nodded. "my paints are ready." Ink informed. "I think.. we should weaken them before anything major. Exhaust their magic... if we can." They did have a lot of magic and the more negativity, the stronger Nightmare was.

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"do it." Someone whispered in my ear. Do it? "Do what-" I was standing in a pile of dust. Where was I? I looked back up at a rabbit. I recognized her immediately. My first kill. I covered my mouth to muffle any sobs or screams. It's been a long time since I had this one. "Why.. why'd you kill me?" Tears of blood streamed from her eyes. "I had... I didn't have a choice.." I managed through my own red tears. "I-it was me or you.." Her ears pressed back. "And you chose to save yourself? Selfish bastard! Now me and my babies are DEAD!" I took a step back. Selfish? Was I selfish? I suppose I was. I could have chose to refuse and die, but at least I would have died without blood on my hands. Why couldn't I have just died? Why'd I have to be so selfish? Selfish selfish selfish selfish Selfish SELFISH. All around me things started to whisper that word. Making me fall and curl up in an attempt to get away. As I closed my sockets, all I could see was a red target..

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"why can't we go near him? he clearly needs my help!" Dream argued as I woke with a start. At least I didn't scream. "he's dangerous when he first wakes up, his instincts are usually in control. crooks nearly lost his head last time.." Horror explained. "i'm the guardian of positivity! i can make his dreams better!" Horror's eye widened as he realized Dream was right. I was already taking deep breaths, trying to calm my pounding soul. "blue, you ok bu-" I jumped, not expecting anyone to talk to me. I summoned my hatchet and got it into throwing position, before realizing it was my brother talking, nothing bad. "P-Papyrus.." I desummoned the weapon quickly. "I'm sorry.." This was the second time he'd seen me have a nightmare if I recall correctly. The first was at Dusttrust. "it's fine bud... are you ok..?" I hesitated, wanting to nod. "Not really.. it was.. I..." More tears gathered in my sockets. "He made me! I didn't want to! He made me!" I buried my skull in my knees. "It should have been me that died, not her!"

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They were all at my side in an instant. "no, no, bud. don't say that!" Carrot panicked. "I was selfish."
"it's ok to be selfish once in awhile.." Ink eased. "Got her murdered, and I was the one who killed her!" I sobbed. "..." Horror felt so bad. "you didn't have a choice. if you hadn't done all that you wouldn't be here now, would you?" Dream looked at Horror, startled. He pressed on. "i know it hurts alot. you're to good to get lost in the l.o.v.e. and i know you regret all of it. i'm sorry i pulled you into my bullshit. but right now, your friends, your brother, they need you. take this chance... to fix those mistakes. be the good kid you always were supposed to be." His smile wasn't creepy or insane. It was genuine, dare I say tender. Goddammit Horror. Now you deserve a hug. I crawled off the couch and did just that, somewhat startling the larger skeleton. Soon though, his arms were around me. Everyone could tell he didn't get one of these often. How could Horror make me feel better? Easy! He was getting better. I pulled away, smiling. "WHO'S READY FOR WAR!"