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To bite the dust

Ink and dream hid in the cellar stairway, it was a curved shape down, so they could stay at an angle making them not visible to anyone in the cellar or looking into it, even if it was risky.
Ink looked into the cellar and noticed that the two skeletons were talking, one in the cell and a hooded one outside.
Ink looked to Dream and put a finger to his mouth, basically saying to be quiet as he listened in on the words.

The Dusty skeleton looked up at the roof calmly, noting where the commotion seemed to be coming from.
Mischief looked up as much as he could from his shackles. "Huh, so we're underground, the more ya know." Mischief quickly brushed it off like it wasn't important.
"Soooo-... Do you like musicals?" Mischief changed the topic of conversation with a drawn out beginning, he was trying to annoy Dust for at least some entertainment in this hell hole.
Dust nodded slowly and leaned against the wall beside the door once again, tired as he continued to look up at the ceiling. "Of course." Dust answered slowly, his broken mind elsewhere.

Ink looked at Dust for a few seconds, preparing himself before running at the dust ridden skeleton, jumping and trying to kick the skeleton down.
Dream summoned his bow and arrow, aiming it at Dust in case that failed, even if he wasn't the main star of the battle, he still felt required to help.
"Aww, and that was a nice conversation." Mischief pouted as he watched them from his restraints like it was some show.
Dust turned his head and swiftly dodged Ink's kick that was planned to directly hit his neck and Dream's spare arrow as it shot past, impaling itself into the wall. "Hello there, paintfreak." Dust spit out the nickname like poison as he glared at Ink with his soulless stare.
Ink landed, skidding a bit behind Dust and pulled out his broom. Ink decided the best course of action would be to hit the hooded skeleton with it like a baseball swing.
Dream watched for when he would be needed, keeping watch at the stairs in between getting enthralled with Ink's smooth attacks and speed, even if they didn't land, they were still mesmerizing.
The Dusty skeleton watched as Ink brought back his broom to slap Dust right across the face with it. He prepared himself to dodge quickly before something unexpected happened.
Ink smiled simply as he ducked down, dropping broomy before he kicked Dusts legs right out from underneath him last second, his face determined but a bit smug as his little trick played out.

As this was happening, Dream quietly chose to try and be useful. He closed his eye sockets and disappeared in a slight puff of stars, opening his eye sockets to find himself in the cell with Mischief.
"Yes..!" Dream silently celebrated as he dashed over to the masked skeleton swiftly but quietly, shushing the captive silently as he summoned one of his machetes, using it to gradually cut the chains, though it was taking quite a bit to get through the metal.

Dust gave a surprised sound before falling to the floor with a sickly crack ringing around his entire skull as a small fracture screeched its pain from the back of his skull. He grunted and got up from the floor halfway on one knee, sneering at Ink before summoning a few bone attacks and reading them behind himself. "You're not getting out of here alive, asshole."

Dream kept sawing away at the chains. "Almost...!" Dream mumbled as he finished the first one, Mischief tried to move his arm quietly but that was kinda hard when his wrist had a giant cuff still locked tight on it. Dream took a quick look at the battle with reluctance before continuing faster on the next chain.

Inks annoying smile only widened as he picked up his broom, swiftly twirling it in a hand around him. "Oh? Is that a challenge?" Ink said simply, waiting for Dust's move. 
"Oh please." Dust spoke sarcastically, throwing his bones into a circle around Ink, each of them shooting one at a time at the short skeleton as Dust got up fully, feeling the fracture. He would be fine since the polyester hood softened the blow for him.
Ink spun his brush above his head, making a black orb of paint around him, the paint absorbing the  attacks like they were being sent to another realm through the ink.
As the last bone shot and was consumed into the ink, the skeleton inside gave a creepy, soulless smile, his eyes pure black as he dashed forwards at Dust with his broom in hand, piercing through the orb.
The orb that protected Ink burst into a dozen inky bones, shooting in all directions like a paint frag grenade. 
Dust ducked the bones and shot his own at the ones who couldn't be dodged, breaking them both in the process as he rolled out of the way, Sneering again at the short skeleton. What was he gaining out of just charging at him repeatedly? 

Ink skidded to a halt as Dust dodged past him, catching his breath. "Come on, tired already?" He spoke in a few exhales. "I could do this all night." Ink said simply with determination, puffing air out of exhaustion before giggling to himself at his own unintentional joke. "Heheh- night, get it? Cause we're in Nightmare's castle?" Ink said as he covered his mouth with one hand, failing to hide his amusement.
Ink waited for Dust's turn with an amused smile.

Dream continued on the other chains, sawing away at them carefully as to not hurt the monster being held in them. He hoped Ink was buying him enough time to do this right.

Dust sighed in his own amusement, "Fine, Captain America, or would you prefer to be Tony Stark?" He commented, laughing to himself as he raised his hand above him. From Dust's hand formed a cyan spear, akin to that of Undyne's as his eye light shined bright purple like the tail end of a comet.
Ink simply stared in a slight bit of awe at the radiant purple cyan glow that filled the room, the light echoing off the metal bars of the cell.

Dust quickly threw the spear at Ink, piercing the shorter skeleton's pelvis in one aimed throw. Dust wanted to hit the femur but the hip would work just fine.
Ink felt the spear pierce the side of his pelvis, as he was too slow to react and distracted by the radiant hues. "Well that was too close for comfort.." Ink mumbled as he looked to the tear in the pants, exposing the bleeding black paint oozing from the hole in the side of his pelvis. It was scarily close to his femur joint. Ink's breaths were a bit raggid from the pain echoing through his entire body, but he had to keep fighting.

 "Frickity frack, my side hurts-" Ink added on quietly, one of his eyes turning into a red target and a purple diamond. "Alright then, my turn?" Ink spoke slowly as he swiped his brush, sending black ink at Dust, it formed into bones as ink made a portal behind Dust, quickly teleporting through it and trying to hit the skeleton with purple Ink from behind.
 'It would be best to immobilize him and get out of here.. Dream, I need you to hurry it up in there...!' Thoughts raced through his head at supersonic speeds as the attack commenced. Gods it hurt for him to move.
Dust dodged the purple ink and grabbed a longer bone that formed in his hand. Dust's face was ingulfed in shadow, only his red and blue eye light shining as he turned, doing a quick 360 and hitting Ink hard on the head, hoping the other skeleton would stay. down.

Ink's eye sockets widened with a fear as the bone struck his head.

He felt the world go black as he fell to the ground.