Nightmare the Ex-guardian of negativity.

Chapter 8 - Statue

After Nightmare's little panic, he got everyone to train with different things. They were going to become strong enough to ignore Error404's words/commands. It's only been about four days and Nightmare is scheming of ways to enjoy the freedom of not having Dream around.

"Night?" Passive questions, shakily walking over to Nightmare and flexing his arms. He wasn't used to losing his body.

Nightmare sighs, "hm..." Killer was stood by him, looking at him weirdly.

"Nightmare?" Killer questions, stepping closer. Nightmare glances at Killer before looking away.

"What is it." Nightmare growls, turning round.

Passive hid behind Killer nervously. Killer flinches but asks anyway, "who's Dream?"

"..." Nightmare shakes the thought of him out of his head, "Nobody."

Killer nods, "so do you have any ideas on what we're doing?" Nightmare walks out of his office, Killer following close behind.

"Well I have someone to visit. Go play with the others." Nightmare shoo's, wafting his hand at Killer like he was a child. Passive followed Nightmare through a portal.

Killer runs to the other two. Horror was sat on the top of the couch, his legs over both Dust's shoulders and Dust was sat on the couch - like someone normal - possibly asleep. Killer sat down next to Dust.

"Dust!" Killer yells, gripping Horror's leg.

Horror stares at Killer, "I think he's asleep." Killer glances at Horror.

He grumbles a bit before sitting up by Horror, "hi Horror."

"Hello, Killer." Horror smiles back, it was rather creepy but the emotion he was giving was easily seen.

"I want to do something!" Killer sighs, "all my emotions are back and now I'm so terribly bored!!" He leans on Horror's shoulder, staring at him with pleading eyes. (Sort of)

Horror glances at Killer, "Sir has gone out so we can't leave. Maybe we could watch something?"

Killer jumps up, "I think I saw a serial killer podcast!" He runs out of the room, returning with an iPad, "I want to cuddle aswell."

Horror puts his arm's out for Killer. He teleports to sit next to Horror, slowly crawling onto Horror's lap, his legs sticking off the side of the couch and the iPad leant on his legs. Horror turns his head to face the iPad, leaning on Killer's shoulder and putting his arm's around Killer's waist.

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"Why are we visiting Dream?" Passive asks, sitting by Dream's stone figure, "I'm not complaining... just curious."

Nightmare looks at the statue, "if that glitchy god was right... then Dream will be free soon, I just want to see for myself." Passive nods, they didn't know who the glitchy god was but seeing that Dream would be free soon then he was sort of relieved.

The statue was frozen in a freeze frame, always holding a bitten apple. Forever crying, or for as long as forever meant which only meant a couple of years. The grey faded crown and the crumbling rock of the cape they were wearing.

The only colourful thing was the thin golden blanket that was leant over their shoulders like a hooded cloak, the colour was faded with the outline of a dribbling sun. The thin material was matted in water and ice.

"Huh, I would've thought he would be broken by now." Nightmare sighed, Passive tapped the golden sun. They traced their finger over the material, they couldn't physically touch it easily but the sentimental sensation was nice.