Unrequited LOVE

•Chapter 2•

Nightmare almost regretted surrendering, especially when the other sanses proceeded to lock them up in the bowels of Dream's castle, saying that it would 'help them'.

What a load of bullcrap.

What surprised him, however, was that they were even being given a second chance. It wasn't really Dream's style to dust people, but one could never be sure.

And Nightmare knew he'd done things that warranted dusting.

The others weren't taking it as well as he was, unfortunately. Horror had reverted back to his 'animalistic phase' and Dust had began talking to his 'brother' again. Killer was a bit better, if constant silence counted as 'better'. Even so, Nightmare found himself worrying for his crew, going so far as to lightly order them to stay calm while he figured something out.

He really wasn't the best at this whole "comfort" thing.

The worst thing of all, however, was Cross's betrayal. As it turned out, said skeleton had been a double agent since the beginning.

It was probably the only time Nightmare had found himself without words for a long, long time. But now that the initial shock had passed, all he felt was rage.

Rage against Dream... Ink... Blue... Everyone except his crew.

Months passed without much change; sleep, eat, and more sleep. The star senses were adamant on keeping them locked up.

"For your own safety, of course."

There were all hypocrites - a bunch of dirty lying hypocrites - and he wanted to make them pay.

***

"You want me to what?!" Your voice was loud and angry as you stared Ink down.

He raised his arms in surrender. "(Y/n), please! We really need your help."

Your eyes flashed in frustration. "Then find someone else! I have a whole void to protect and you want me to... babysit a bunch of murderous Sanses?!"

"Well, you're really good at helping people, and what we're doing just isn't working!"

This jerk...

You had thought Ink was joking when he arrived at your house (uninvited, of course) and told you that you were to become the 'caretaker' of the Sanses they'd captured months prior.

"Then find a therapist or something! This is your problem, Ink, you fix it." You crossed your arms across your chest, wings puffing up in irritation.

"But we can't!" He argued. "Just for a little bit! What kind of guardians would we be if we didn't help them?"

"I still don't see why you're asking me," you said, attempting t reason with him. "Look, Ink, I appreciate you coming to me, but-"

"Please!" Ink's eyelights shifted to dark blue and his top 'lip' trembled. "(Y/n)..."

You stared.

And stared.

And stared.

...I'm so weak.

***

You weren't quite sure how Ink managed to get his way in the end, but he did nevertheless. And so, you agreed to watch over the 'bad guys' for one month, no more, no less.

Ink had been ecstatic, pulling you in for a bone crushing hug and yelling thanks in your ear. His behavior baffled you, as it was such a change from his usual personality.

The first order of business, as decided by the other Sanses, was to create an adequate place for them to live. You took a day off to create a specially-made pocket for them, complete with a house and some surrounding scenery.

The next order of business was to meet them, which you found yourself mildly dreading. The day arrived and you went with Dream and Blue to the castle.

...This is not going to end well.