Loyal Servant (Crossmare) (Rewrite)

Lost to The Void

Dust nearly collided with Killer mid teleport, the two of them landing side by side. Dust stepped back, panting from the exhausting overuse of magic. He figured that was part of Ink's plan. He seemed to know how to keep them teleporting to drain their magic. "What happened to Cross?" Killer asked, wiping a small trail of blood off his lower jaw.

Not far away, Horror wrestled with Ink, struggling to hold him off. He wasn't ready to aid his friend just yet, his leg heavily aching from the bash of Ink's bone attack. He glanced around, but there was absolutely no sign of their friend.

"He got hit pretty hard in the chest. He might be out for a while," Dust replied, ducking as the axe Ink tossed away from Horror spun dangerously close to his head. He watched as it lodged itself into a crack upon a nearby boulder. "We should probably help Horror," He pointed out.

"OH NO, DON'T WORRY. I GOT AAAALL DAY!!!" Horror sarcastically snapped back, struggling with all his might to hold off the brush Ink was clearly trying to strangle him with. Killer leapt a second before Dust, rushing to straight up tackle Ink off the other skeleton. When Dust went to follow, a flash of blue stopped him in his tracks. It was a very good thing he froze, because although the wall of bones which appeared before him were semi-transparent, they were still blue. Walking through them would have hurt like hell. Since when did Ink have any blue attacks?

He looked past the wall, finding Ink managing to squirm himself free from Killer and Horror. He flipped away from them, then turned around. He chuckled, placing a hand on his hip and waving his other index finger. "Tsc, tsc. Did you all really think I'd have at Nightmare's worlds without more backup?" He asked. Dust looked up as a wave of light blue fabric caught his eye. A figure stood upon a nearby rock, attempting a heroic pose with the widest pinpricks within the multiverse. "Well, friends! Say hello to Blueberry!" Ink introduced with a playful bow. Horror interrupted it by tossing an axe at Ink. It flashed right by his face and pinned the tip of his scarf to the ground. Beads of sweat formed on Ink's skull. "And that almost ended my entire career."

Dust looked the newcomer up and down. He looked odd for a Sans, feeling more reminiscent of Papyrus instead. When he spoke, it only added to the illusion. "Mue-heh-heh-heh!" He laughed, smiling bright. His eyes even sparkled. Dust had never seen someone look so happy on a battlefield before. Seeing as Killer and Horror preoccupied Ink, the small skeleton pointed a finger at Dust. "You there! Evil AU who wishes to harm this world! Prepare to be bested by the magnificent Blueberry! That's me!" He proudly declared.

Dust blinked at him. "Right..." He muttered back.

"Doubt all you want, fiendish villain!" Blueberry said with a wave of his hand. "You'll soon see why I am a Star Sans, while so many are not," He insisted before he summoned forth a pair of blue bones which he then held fast in his grip. "Let us begin!" He said before leaping down from his perch. Dust wasn't prepared for just how fast he leapt upon him. His grace took him by surprise, his reaction merely a split second too late. He managed to teleport just in time, but Blueberry immediately shot his way again.

He attempted to hit the other skeleton with random bones he summoned up from the ground, but he nimbly dodged every single one whilst gaining on him. Blueberry attempted his own attack, harnessing Dust's soul to turn it blue for the battle. Now those blue attacks will really hurt. "Ah-hah! You're blue now!" Blueberry shouted over the calamity of battle. "Now prepare yourself!" Was Blueberry's only warning before bombarding Dust with an array of blue bones he hurled down from above Dust's head. His injured leg made dodging difficult. Soon enough, one struck his arm. Damn it!

With a furious growl he lifted his other arm and spawned in a pair of blasters. He fired, the first one dodged, though the second one struck Blueberry in the side. There we go. When the beam of white heat cleared, he found himself staring in shock at the sight of Blueberry still standing there, seeming perfectly unharmed. "What?! What the hell are you made of?!" He questioned.