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When Christmas Calls | Ink x Nightmare | Fluff

BANG

CRASH

SNAP

The noises of war banged and crashed all day and all night, nearly perpetually. Nightmare paced back and forth. As general he had to lead his army, and this battle, was a fail. A total and complete disaster. His men noble, remembered in his mind as more than a soldier. Yet he still found himself acing back and forth. Time passed fast, he didn't even realise it was 1am. Christmas day. Everything had gone wrong so far, not one thing had gone in his favour. He had hundreds of casualties, dozens of deaths of the most highly trained soldiers in the multiverse.

It was known, the general should hold no personal attachment to his soldiers, but he was to lead 2 of his friends. A leader in his own right, near a battle field was preposterous. How could a king, a monarch, someone believed to be chosen by Reaper, God of Death, on the battle field baffled others. It would be fitting though, a God of Death to choose one as violent as Nightmare. His friend, Error, led the trench 10 miles down with their other 2 friends. He remembered when he received word of a devastating injury caused by blown shrapnel to Horror. The man was a skeleton, yet by the look of it you wouldn't know. He was painted a thick blood red. Ever crevasse in his bones doused in it. The sight was the worst Nightmare had ever seen. A King who has lived for longer than records know, who has seen every major war. Yet the worst injury he had seen was Horror. The already noticeable crack in the others skull had blown to nearly ten times its size, nearly reaching his eye socket. Deep gashes of infection, dirt and mud covered the wound. That hurt Nightmare. One of his closest friends for years upon years could have died that day. How he survived was unknown to Nightmare. Maybe he had been chosen for this role. Maybe the God of Death could control it more than Nightmare thought.

Nightmares thoughts didn't help calm him down to be fair, he was thinking of a tragic event, the guy damn near lost most of his speech functioning. Broca's and Wernicke's area in his 'brain' were nearly gone. Desperately trying to relax and not overthink, he sat. Throughout his pacing he heard stomping towards his door, now sat down he heard knocking. "Come in." He groaned, grabbing a pen to make it look like he was doing paperwork in the case that it was a general inspection. Despite being King, he still wanted to look like he was fit for this role. He took a deep breath and turned to look at the door, confused by the one who entered.

Dust looked ahead, leaning on the door with what appeared to be some kind of football in hand, misshapen and a bit rugged but still recognisable. Nightmare placed his pen down and sighed. Raising himself to his feet he looked at Dust, going to shake his hand. It was something he did when someone came into his office. And it was Dust too, by far one of his best soldiers. "Why are you here? Don't you have any duties to be doing?" Nightmare asked, bringing Dust in for a small cup of coffee. The room he had was far better than any other, partly because he was king. But this room did serve another purpose at some other point in time. He gently put the kettle on, warming some cups up. And slowly taking a drink from his water bottle.

Dust placed the football down and gently took his boots off, the floor in Nightmares room was oddly perfectly clean, no mud or dirt. He cleaned it frequently. Dust made sure to check before doing so, then he sat down, taking a deep breath, then speaking. "A ceasefire."

Nightmare nearly choked on his water, coughing as he drank the remainder. "A ceasefire?" He spoke, his tone furious. And he was. They kill dozens of his men, permanently scarring hundreds more and now a ceasefire? He took a deep breath, pouring his coffee, himself with no milk, 1 sugar. Dusts with 2 milk, 2 sugar.

Dust wasn't shocked by the others reaction, he knew just how much this war annoyed the other. He gently took the coffee, thanking Nightmare. "They've got football games. Picnics, quizzes. I think you should come. You don't need to stay Boss, just... I think it'd be good for you to see it."