[Shattered Dream Angst] Daymares ★

Healed

Ble
Actually I've got a question for y'all.
If you were to wage war on Shattered by sending him a passive aggressive selfie would you:
a) flip him off 🖕
or
b) peace sign bitch✌️
  

   Hate threw various bone attacks at locals in some random version of Waterfall. He didn't care much for where he was. Just bored and hoping to pass the time by picking off bug monster's wings.
   He stopped as he heard a portal open and close near him. Just in case it was the Star Sanses, he cautiously looked over to see who it was.

   He saw a Sans with familiar black goo covering him. He smirked before going over and revealing his location with a cockly look on his face.
   "Nightmare! Have you come to see special little me for a fight? You shouldn't have~" He mocked.
   "I'm not Nightmare." The skeleton said simply. His voice definitely sounded nothing like Nightmare. Hate looked at the guy once more and realized the significant differences between him and Nightmare.
   "Dream?" He stared for a moment before laughing historically, "Ha! Fuck You got ugly!" Hate chose not to care about how Dream had been corrupted. He didn't give a shit being honest. He just wanted to fight.
   "Don't call me that. Dream isn't my name anymore." He explained.
   "Okay." He still didn't really care, "What do I call you then?"
   "I don't know yet." He was honest, and didn't want to waist much time.
   "Well then 'Idontknowyet', it was useless to meet you!" Hate was glad to leave if he wasn't going to fight. But the dark skeleton smiled before he started laughing at Hate's sarcastic joke. Something about it make Hate feel uneasy. Which was an unusual feeling for him.

   "It wasn't that funny..." he couldn't help but point out, "what the fuck do you want anyway..." Suddenly he was curious about this 'not Dream' 's behavior.
   "Well, I came to you because it's only a matter of time before Nightmare's team come after me. Not to mention that Ink and Blue will probably be looking for me to... So I need a bit of assistance from someone obedient." He explained simply, adding on a thankful smile at the end.
   "The fuck is that supposed to mean? You thing that I'm obedient in anyway?" Hate could almost laugh at the idea.
   "I figured that you would be easy for me to manipulate into obedience anyway." He corrected himself.

   "Excuse me? You've gone completely batshit if you think you can make me do anything for you!" Hate laughed dismissively before turning to leave.
   Before he could even teleport away, he felt a sharp pain pierce his back.
   It wasn't like anything he'd ever felt before. The feeling of pain.
  
   He yelled and stumbled to the ground, too preoccupied to hear the footsteps coming towards him.
   "YOU FUCKING-" His breath suddenly hitched as whatever weapon that was stuck in his back was suddenly pulled out. The dark skeleton paid no mind to his yells as he stepped on his back as leverage to pull out his shining blue arrow.
   Hate was suddenly pulled up to face the skeleton.
   "Don't call me crazy." He sounded pissed. His eyes showed a brutal contrast to his neutral or even 'happy' look from before.

   Hate was dropped to land on his back before the terrifying beast summoned more of his sky blue arrows in the grip of his tentacles.
   Hate glared at the beast, trying to get up before the arrows quickly stabbed down through the fabric of his clothes and into the ground blow him. Pinning him down.
   The dark skeleton stood directly over him, with his legs on either side of his torso. Despite Hate's struggling, he was useless to attack him with his arms pinned down.

   The nameless beast found his joyfilled smile again at Hate's struggle. Hate kept fighting as was his nature to not feel much of any "fear". Hate and rage was his two primary feelings, but that didn't mean he couldn't learn to 'hate' pain.
   More blue arrows stabbed again into his clothes as Hate's fighting started ripping the fabric of his jacket. Some arrows admittedly must have stabbed and priced his bones due to the screech that Hate made.

   The pain must have been enough to make Hate stop struggling and thrashing his limbs.
   "You're such a baby. I've barely touched you." He was more curious than anything.
   "Fuck you..." Hate shuttered, though he tried to stay strong.
   "Have you really never been hurt before? I know that my positive magic is one of few things that can hurt you but..." He trailed off as he watched Hate's expression.
   "Oh my god!☆" He shined excitedly. Ecstatic to be Hate's "first". First for Cross, then first for Hate, he felt so privileged.

   "You're going to be so much easier than I thought! ☆" The beast sat down on Hate's chest and clapped his hands together.
   "Fuck you Bitch! I'll kill you!!" Hate spat angrily.
   "Aww~ You are so adorable! but so rude♡" He could admire Hate's strong will, but in this case, he won't.
   "I know! Let's play a game~ If you win, you get to work for me! If you loose you'll bleed to death. Sound good?" The beast smiled happily, just about bouncing up and down on Hate's chest.

   "Fuck no!" Hate yelled, not quite realizing that he wasn't getting out of his situation.
   "Good! Game on!" Hate of course didn't have a choice in the matter. The beast shuffled down Hate's chest just a bit before summoning a blue dagger made of the same positive magic that his arrows were made of.
   Hate tried to turn his face away as the dull flat side of the dagger was dragged along his cheek gently. The magic burned his bones where it touched. Positive magic attacking the negative magic that Hate was made of, like a thousand tiny needles stabbing into his bones as it got near.

   Finally The blade was taken away from his face before Hate let out a scream. The dagger dug into his chest and dragged across his ribs.
   The cut felt deeper than it actually was. But Hate's blood started draining from the wound and pooling around the both of them.

   Hate gasped for breath as he stared back up at the beast.
   So this is why he was no longer called Dream.
   "This is the game. Heal yourself." He ordered.
   "What-" Hate stammered through his paniced breaths, "I can't! I don't know- THAT'S NOT EVEN HOW IT WORKS!!" Hate yelled at him angrily.

   Healing magic is done by one monster using their magical strength to aid a weaker monster. A monster healing their own wound is like using a half empty battery to charge its self.
   "I've had to heal myself before..." the beast admitted, "I was fighting my dearest brother, when my friends were busy fighting his team. I was slow that day. I did manage to get away, but not without a big gash in my leg... I could have bled out and died right there. But instead, I healed myself to survive." He smiled triumphantly, until he started giggling happily and looked down at Hate with a sadistic grin.
   "I never would've thought that it would hurt so much though! Forget my wound, I was so drained of magic that I felt like my limbs would fall off!♡" he couldn't stop himself from smiling.
  
   "I can't heal!" Hate growled at the sadistic monster over him.
   "Then I guess you loose." He didn't seem to care much. Hate wouldn't be surprised, if the beast would enjoy watching him bleed to death. "The more you struggle  the faster you'll bleed~" He hummed.
   Hate started focusing his magic.