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Everything was good. Everything was peaceful. Everything was where it should've been. Everything except Chara.
XChara, specifically. The boy was immature and mischievous. He got in plenty of trouble with the gods. He himself was a demigod, the demigod of possession and spirits, so he'd face worse punishments. Usually, the punishments weren't so bad because his father, the Titan of Discovery, and brother, the God of Determination, were in a relatively high rank; they had specified, important roles in the world. However, he didn't have them to help him this time. His father was busy and his brother was with his friends.
He stood before an extremely powerful god. He would usually be able to get out of situations with this specific one. This god, the God of Negativity, Nightmare, was Cross' arranged husband. The looming skeleton glared at Chara, tapping his finger against his arm.
". . . Your greatness-"
"I did not say you could speak." The voice rang in Chara's ears. "Today is not your lucky day." Chara stood still and straight, afraid that one wrong move would anger the taller. He swore he could hear his own heartbeat, and that the skeleton could hear it, too. "Earlier today, I found you snooping around in my room."
One of Chara's eyes twitched. A lot was on his mind. A smart-ass comment specifically.Yeah, I know, I was there. He had to contain it.
Unfortunately, Nightmare noticed, and he could tell. "Do you have something to say, inferior one?"
"N-nno."
"Stuttering. Proof you're lying."
Maybe I just have a skyscraper towering over me. Chara thought.
Nightmare crouched, but it was barely enough to be face to face with Chara in his towering form. He cocked his head to the side. "Something on your mind, demigod?" He hissed.
"No." Chara forced his voice steady. He stuffed his hands in his pockets. Usually, no god would wear anything like this, but Chara was a demigod and regularly stole mortal clothes.
"Leave your hands out of the crevices of your jacket."
Extra. He put his hands to his sides.
"Now," The god grinned, making Chara panic more. He had quite the sadistic side. "What to do with you. . ?" He looked the half-human up and down. "Well, you seem fond of those. . Mortals," The word was laced with disgust. "Would you like to stay there?"
"No-!" He shut himself up. Fuck, fuck, fuck. Nightmare was bound to use that punishment for sure, now.
Nightmare hummed, sighing. "Luckily for you, I can't leave you there. Your relation to Cross will make it so you'll stay there for three weeks. During that time, you'll be stripped of half your power. Then, after that, you'll get two hours to be up here every week to carry out your duties as a demigod. Understood?" Nightmare smirked.
"Understood." Chara looked at his feet.
"Good." He snapped his fingers and Chara blacked out.
...
Chara woke up, gasping. He was on something cold and dusty. He began to cough, then realised he was possessing something. Letting go of it, he saw it was a puppet. Who keeps a puppet in the dark like this? He tossed it away.
"Honey? Is that you in the basement?"
FuCK-! Chara quickly disappeared behind a pile of boxes.
