"Mind Of Their Own"

Chapter 3 - Meeting

Nightmare was currently sat down at a table across from Ink. Dream and Blue were behind him, and Nightmare's brother held his bow tightly and was ready to shoot.

Nightmare had brought two of his boys. Cross and Dust. Cross had always been obedient, almost a lapdog. And Dust could do his job with few injuries-- he was small, afterall, and that allowed him to be a smaller target.

Ink was staring straight at Nightmare. The two had a mutual hate for each other, due to Error being close with Nightmare and therefore Nightmare being an enemy of Ink. He honestly couldn't give a shit if Ink hate him.

Something they didn't know, is that he technically brought three. Cross and Dust, of course, then his own tentacles. The new-found sentience seemed to be a secret weapon he could utilize.

"So, Nightmare," Ink began. Nightmare perked up. "Surprised that you didn't bring Error. Are you slacking?"

"Ah, slacking. . . something you know all about. Anyhow, no, in fact. I left Error to watch Horror and Killer." Nightmare replied coolly, studying his fingers. He heard Ink scowl in annoyance.

"You don't seem to really care about this meeting. But I came with an offer." Ink continued on.

Nightmare glanced over. That sure got his interest. "I'm listening."

Ink grinned as Blue handed him a paper. He slid it across the table to Nightmare as he went on with talking. "A truce. A balance line. No creation, no destruction, but in a more formal sense."

Nightmare picked up the paper and read quietly.

I, Ink, leader of the Star Sanses team and protector of multiverse A221B-TIMELINE4, hereby sign this document to offer a peace treaty with Nightmare, leader of the Bad Sans team and guardian of negativity.

No more creation and no more destruction.
Nightmare and his team will be allowed to wander AUs with some freedom yet cannot disrupt their story.

With this treaty, no more fighting and mass-universal destruction shall occur.

Nightmare read it three times before laughing. Ink flinched.

"Oh, that's rich-- aha!" Nightmare grinned. "Dust, Dust, my boy, read this."

Dust took the paper and skimmed over it, yet paused at something. He leaned over to Cross and pointed at the paper, whispering.

Cross snorted and took the paper. Nightmare held his hand out and Cross gave it back.

"Ink, you failed to keep up to date with my titles." Nightmare grinned, snickering.

He held it out and Ink took it, reading it quickly. "I-- I didn't?"

"You forgot something." Nightmare smiled. Dream's expression seemed to drop. "Ink, I'm the king of negativity."

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"What?!" Ink snapped, slamming the paper down on the table. "You can't just--- you can't do that!"

"Oh, dear protector, you're so foolish. It's cute." Nightmare smiled. "I'm a king. I said so. What can you do about it? This is still my domain."

"Dreamtale is your domain! But it's also Dream's! You psychically can't be a king unless you and Dream come to an agreement!" Ink snapped, trying to make some kind of reason.

"If there's negativity, it's a place I belong. Negativity itself practically gave me this title." Nightmare smiled as he stood up. "If that's all, I'll be perfectly content to leave."

Dream quickly pulled back the arrow and let go. Nightmare jolted before Cross quickly blocked it with his knife. Dust hissed a curse under his breath and jumped onto the table as he pulled a long blade out of his pocket.

Shit. Nightmare thought as Ink summoned his brush.

His tentacles quickly grabbed Dust as the brush smacked towards him, missing him by a centimeter.

"We're leaving!" Nightmare snapped as he grabbed Cross's wrist.

Blue quickly jumped at them as his goop washed over his group and they disappeared. Blue hit the floor.

"Fuck." Dream muttered.

-

Nightmare was currently making dinner with Killer, who was being a cocky and sly fucker.

"And what if I do this?" Killer grinned as he leaned against Nightmare's side and wrapped an arm around his waist. Nightmare knew there were no meanings behind the touch, he really didn't care either, but he found it annoying how Killer was all cocky and sly.

His tentacles suddenly grabbed Killer and pried him off. He paused as Killer got shoved to the floor.

Nightmare looked down at Killer. Killer blinked and looked at Nightmare before laughing nervously.

"You could've just told me you wanted me off, boss." Killer smiled anxiously, closing his eyes with a nervous smile.

"It's fine, Killer. Sorry." Nightmare looked away as he held out a hand. He was now worried of if his tentacles would hurt his boys. Killer let him pull him to his feet.

"It's fine." Killer grinned, leaning around to look at him. Nightmare looked back at him and nodded.

"Yeah. Let's just finish making dinner." Nightmare looked back at the food they were making.

"Of course!" Killer put a hand on his hip. Nightmare frowned slightly as he cut the carrots.

Nightmare mostly avoided eye contact and talking the rest of the night, all until he got to his bedroom. When he shut the door he sat down on the floor and groaned loudly as he closed his eye.

He held his head in his hands and frowned. Fucking hell.

He looked at his tentacles and scoffed. He stood up and went ahead and got ready for bed. He ended up being tucked in by his tentacles with shorts and an unzipped jacket.

He honestly was too tired to care, and if he got too cold he had plenty of blankets to get comfy under. He sighed and stared at the bedside table.

His eye drooped as one of his tentacles gently rubbed his skull. He yawned quietly and closed his eye. The soft rubbing continued and all he heard was a soft thump before slipping into quiet slumber.