Loyal Servant (Crossmare) (Rewrite)

At Long Last

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"Bruh, I am living for that spiny hat," Epic told Fresh, pointing to the small fan sticking out from Fresh's cap. "It's sick as heck," He added with a thumbs up as they walked down the dungeon's hall.

Fresh's smile widened and he snapped a pair of finger guns Epic's way. "Yo, you got good taste, broski," He replied, glasses flickering to display the word '!DU-DE!'. That alone made Nightmare contemplate why he thought letting the two of them stand in the same room together could have possibly been a good idea. "It's rare ta find a guy who understands da real tubular things in life," Fresh said, seriously nodding as if he were having a deep conversation with someone. With the way he spoke, Nightmare imagined that was actually an impossible feat.

"I understand them," Paperjam murmured, though in a hushed manner only Nightmare picked up.

Before Epic could reply to Fresh and make the situation more annoying, Nightmare spoke up. "Let's get on with it. Cross has waited long enough," He urged, stepping past them to more hastily lead the way over to X-Chara's cell. He narrowed his eyes when he found it wasn't just a very bored Chara waiting around, but Dream as well. She paced outside the cell, talking quietly to the human who didn't actually seem all that interested in listening to her. Nightmare stepped past the orb of light she had summoned, causing it to flicker which in turn had her glancing over. "What are you doing down here?" He questioned once her pinpricks fell on him. Is this where she's been lurking?

"I was trying to help Chara be less..." She trailed off and gestured to the irritated human who had the audacity to flash them all the finger. "It's unfortunately not working," She sighed, looking away with a small shake of her head. "Perhaps a different approach will-"

"Oh, that won't be necessary," Nightmare interrupted, stepping past her. Chara looked to him with his ever stubborn resilience. "He won't be around much longer," He assured her, holding his head high as he stared Chara down. He flicked a tendril and bore his teeth in disgust. He had always despised humans...

Dream gave him a lost look before she took a moment to glance towards Fresh and Epic. Her sockets widened slightly as things began to click for her. "Woah, hold on. What are you up to, Nightmare?" She asked, hurrying to step in front of his path. He let out a low growl as he nearly collided with her. "A plan involving Fresh couldn't possibly be a good idea," She told him. She winced when he used a tendril to move her out of his way. That small touch hurt them both, but he didn't dare let it show.

"The idea is perfectly good. Once we do what needs to be done, the problem will cease to exist," He replied, keeping his voice slow and calm. Dream gave him a hard stare, but he wouldn't cave. He held his head a little higher. "You've always struggled with that part... Doing what needs to be done," He murmured, though she heard him clearly.

"I will not stand idly by while you do something so cruel and immoral!" Dream exclaimed.

"Then walk away," Nightmare instantly replied with a dismissive wave of his tendril. She looked a little taken aback by his response. "This is for the sake of Cross. I will fight for him," He warned, starting to bare his sharp spindly teeth. "Is that what this needs to be, dear sister? A fight?" He asked, Epic warily taking a step back though Fresh held his ground in an unbothered manner. Paperjam had taken to standing behind him, as if he would be an effective shield from whatever battle may break out between the twins. "What will it be, Dream?" Nightmare hissed, raising his tendrils in preparation.

His glare and snarl faltered when Dream actually stepped back, raising a hand up towards her soul. A bead of sweat rolled down her skull, but what for? The dungeon was the opposite of warm, so it wasn't heat based. Was it fear? No, if that were the case he'd have sensed it. This wasn't emotion based. That meant it had to be from... Pain? Why is she in pain from a little spat like this? Surely this alone isn't too much negativity for her to handle? Her soul was strong, or at least it should be. Yet Dream did the unthinkable and backed down. She never backed down. "Walk away it is," She whispered, turning and stalking off. He watched her go, the light she had summoned fizzling out of existence. How is her magic that weak?