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He can handle himself, right?

Masky chilled in the mind space, he felt pretty bad for just leaving Dream for the wolves, but Dream can handle himself, right?

Nightmare was watching simply, he didn't know what to do now that he had Dream in his grasp, should he torture him? Feeling a negative emotion from Dream would be hilarious, but would it be worth it? Just killing him wouldn't be any fun, turn him into a punching bag? Nah, too grotesque.
Nightmare sighed as he thought, he pushed away all other thoughts and asked the only valid question around here. "Where the hell are Dust and Killer." Nightmare mumbled to himself, finally remembering that those two exist.
Nightmare rolled his eye light as he thought about wherever the hell those two fucked off to. Nightmare walked away from the observatory window and sat down against the concrete wall in the back of the room, finally alone with his thoughts.
He felt... Alone. It was odd given the circumstances but, having Dream this close made him realize something,
He missed his brother.
The good times floated in his memory like a frog in boiling water, the young skeletons playing and reading together, Dream constantly asking him to go play with the village folk.
Nightmare's thoughts and subconscious hit him over the head with reminders of what Dream did, he had left Nightmare to suffer while he sucked up all the fame, left him for the wolves. Nightmare sighed simply, that optimistic attention whore deserves to die, no matter how brutally.
Nightmare decided to let the two duke it out for a bit, weakening your enemy physically first could be beneficial later.

Dream and Cross continued to fight, Both skeletons were bloodied and cut up, tired and exhausted, both skilled fighters but having similar fighting styles made it a bit difficult. Both glared at each other before they launched at each other, passing with swift speed and each slicing at the other's shoulder deeply as they passed. They both huffed in air quickly, taking a few moments before Cross fell to the floor with exhaustion, his rib cage felt like it was going to explode, right before Dream followed suite. Cross felt pain searing through his bone marrow like hellfire, his bones too tired to move.
The silence was long and unwavering, there was no words to be said, even if they wanted to.
Dream huffed slightly and got up shakily after a few moments, he had put near all his energy into this, which probably wasn't a good idea given that he was in enemy lines. "I've-... I've won, Cross." Dream spoke tiredly as he slowly made his way to the other skeleton who was also getting up again, glaring at Dream lightly. "I... I just want to ask you something."

Dream swallowed, his throat sounding hoarse as he walked over to the other skeleton, putting a hand out to help him up. "Why stay with Nightmare?" Dream asked after a few seconds of silence. Cross's glare softened slightly at Dream's small amount of comfort.
The guardian of positivity was left vulnerable, but he wanted to be open to the skeleton, he wanted to show at least some kindness in this place.
Cross had a decision, he looked up at the skeleton after a few seconds, Dream was right, he had won, neither of them had any energy to fight any longer. Cross chose option b, taking Dream's hand and getting up. "He gave me a purpose." Cross looked away from the other skeleton as he spoke gruffly, partially out of shame for accepting his help.
Dream was quiet as he looked around himself at the concrete walls. "This isn't exactly the right place to be talking so calmly, meeting new monsters either, but we don't really have a choice do we?" Dream chuckled a bit as he spoke, looking at the edges of the large room they were in.

Nightmare got up and looked into the battlefield, Cross was talking to the enemy and Dream was talking to him kindly. "Ugh, ships." Nightmare rolled his singular eye light in annoyance. "Hey, 'oreo', if you're tired already, get over here, I can heal you and throw Killer in there instead." Nightmare spoke on the intercom, his voice echoing through the training room.
Cross looked up to Nightmare with uncertainty and then to Dream, Dream looking at him innocently before smiling softly at him. "Hm, don't worry about me, just remember. You make your purpose, others can't make that for you." Dream reassured Cross, his voice sweet as honey.
Cross was about to reply but looked up at Nightmare, noticing his disapproving glare, he didn't really understand what he was disapproving of, but he didn't plan to find out. Cross nodded to Dream before looking down to the ground with a stoic silence and going to the metal door leading up to the observatory, waiting for Nightmare to open it with a button press, closing it behind him.
Nightmare sighed as Cross traveled up the stairs to him, Nightmare decided to call Killer to the training room by pulling out a flip phone, the new phones were confusing to him. He stood up as he proceeded to click through a few apps, his eye socket furrowing in annoyance as he tried to figure out how it worked.
Nightmare clicked a few buttons before putting it up to his non existent ear. "Killer? I need you in the training room, we've got a new toy to play with." Nightmare spoke softly into to phone, his voice was strict but sweet, a slight bit of who he used to be always would sink into his tone of voice like a sweet center of a bitter treat.

Killer huffed, cursing under his breath, he was hunting snakes outside the castle when Nightmare had called. "Be right there, boss." He spoke with a mischievous voice as he began to walked towards the castle slowly, taking his time.

ya know, I feel like something big is happening
shhhhhhhhhhhh enjoy the peace while it lasts

Nightmare hissed after closing the flip phone, Cross making it up the long flight of stairs. Cross gulped simply as one of Nightmare's tentacles lashed behind the octopus man as he stared at Cross, his gaze softening as he looked at the battered and cut up state of the skeleton.
Nightmare sighed before one of his tentacles picked up the monochrome skeleton gently, dropping him into Nightmare's arms bridal style since it was easiest to hold them like that.
Without any words, Nightmare sat down, placing Cross in his criss cross lap, closing his eye socket as he started to heal Cross, his hands glowing a soft cyan and purple.

Cross didn't really know how to feel about Nightmare, should he be scared? Should he be thankful? Cross really didn't know, all he knew was that this man saved him from insanity, Cross owed him his life. "Boss? I-... I'm sorry I couldn't do much." Cross apologized mournfully, sighing as he spoke. He was new to this and didn't have experience with Dream, but something about Dream stuck out in his mind like a drop of blood in water, he couldn't exactly pinpoint it though.
Nightmare's eye socket opened, looking down at Cross like a stern but caring father. "You did your best, you are new, so what you were capable of is impressive." Nightmare spoke softly as he focused once again on his healing magic, placing his hand on Cross's shoulder where a deep cut lied.

The king sighed with a little bit of relief and a little bit of annoyance as he heard footsteps skip into the room. He already knew who it was even without him looking up from Cross' chest.
Killer entered the room with Nightmare and Cross, smiling his usual mischievous grin. "You got a job for me~?" He asked simply, curiosity lacing his tone as he smiled, placing his hands behind his back like a happy child patiently waiting for a treat.
Nightmare nodded to Killer before looking at the window leading into the training room, Not being able to see out at where Dream was from the angle he lied at.
Killer gave a small hum as he walked up to the window, a pep in his step as he looked out at the little song bird they had caught. A spark of interest lined his lightless gaze, his grin widening as black tears dripped down his cheeks.
"We have captured Dream, and I want you to fight him, the goal is to make him suffer," Nightmare said simply, looking at Killer again, his gaze strict. "Not kill him." Nightmare glared at his worker simply.
Nightmare sighed, Cross seemed to be half asleep, Nightmare's clothes being surprisingly soft to the smaller skeleton.
"But," Killer said leaning against a wall across from the door before continuing. "My name is Killer." He said, noticing Nightmare's glare at the pun for a few seconds. After a few seconds of Nightmare's almost snake like glare, the trusted subordinate looked down sheepishly and nodded. "YuP, got it boss." He spoke quickly, walking towards the door as to not get slapped by the king.
Killer tapped Cross on the head once before leaving. "See ya, Jes." He commented to the sleeping skeleton before making his way to the training area, moving quickly down the stairs.

Nightmare scoffed slightly as Killer left, rolling his one working eye light. How he hadn't killed his right-hand man yet was a mystery to even him. Nightmare sighed as Cross settled down, getting comfortable in his sleep as Nightmare continued the healing process. A small look of longing settled on his face as he thought of Killer's antics.
He knew why he refused to kill the mildly aggravating skeleton, but he could never admit it to himself or anyone else.