Take Me Home.

Chapter 10: I Was Running Far Away

With a heavy heart (-filled with frustration), Killer sighed, going back to his room.

He couldn't really recall the last time he and Cross had a fight, if they ever even did, so this just felt so off.

Maybe it wasn't technically a fight, but it really was. We were arguing. Usually we can understand each other and get past our stupid emotions.

..It's how we managed so long together anyways.

It was also why being with Nightmare just never felt right. Because we hadn't had the amount of understanding and trust that he and Cross put in each other.

Nightmare never understood anyways, so at least that part of his counterpart here was correct.

..Though if this was real, you'd think there'd be more manipulating and hurting, wouldn't there be?

But then things started to feel off.

The moment his hand touched the doorknob to his room, he couldn't even feel it. He gripped it tighter, only to feel pain shoot up his spine.

He curled up, holding onto the door for support as he weakly tried to be quiet so as not to draw attention.

What the fuck?

It felt like something was being separated from him.

He hoped it would disappear the longer time went by but it only hurt more.

He hissed, before a blinding pain struck him, and he hit the ground before he could even form a thought.

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Cross ran as far as he could, his strength able to keep a firm grasp on Killer's body.

(Killer used to tell him that he would make the perfect guard dog- well for him specifically. Cross wasn't able to disagree. It was kinda true after all.)

He had to get away from him.
Even more, he has to get rid of him once and for all.
Maybe not fully gone but.. somehow get him not to be a huge jerk to everyone?
There's a balance and all supposedly, but he never cared about that. He just wanted power and control.
Cross doubted he could convince him anyway.
Maybe there'd be a way to get him back to normal?

Supposedly Nightmare is Dream's twin, and the photos he found framed on the walls were easy to tell who was who.

The purple skeleton that past Dream was so happy with would've been Nightmare possibly.
Who knows what happened, but that skeleton must've been nicer than he is now.

Well that was the plan.

When he figured he had gotten far enough for the time being, (that's a lie. Nightmare's fast as hell but his legs refused to keep moving.) he laid the lower bottom of Killer onto the ground, the upper part laying against him when he sat down, having to take a break.

One hand was wrapped around Kills while the other was getting out his phone.

A few texts, and now Dream was alerted.
Now they had to be careful.

..He wondered if Nightmare would still be busy with Dust and Horror. Was he dragging it out, or instantly killing?

As much as he hated to the thought of his friends suffering over a long death, it'd be, although selfish, good for him and Killer to get as far as they could.

..But maybe it was useless in the end.
Maybe.
But it wasn't like he was going to sit still and let the love of his life suffer with some bastard.
He'd fight until the end.