Feelings

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Swad stared at Nightmare, in anger. Why wouldn't Nightmare tell him anything sooner? He loved Nightmare, and truly felt bad for what happened to him and wanted to get revenge on Cross. Swad was going to get revenge.

Nightmare pushed himself out of Swad's grasp,

tripped a little bit then opened the door. Swad was more angered by this, "How'm I supposed to make you feel okay if all you do is walk the other way? You need to understand and let me help you."

Nightmare just stood there. A few awkward seconds past and Swad began to speak, but Nightmare teleported away while letting out choked sobs.

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Killer and Dust were sitting on Nightmares bed. Killer read the note. He didn't know what to feel. He couldn't feel. He shouldn't be able to feel, yet why is he feeling sadness? Ever since Nightmare "left" he has felt like this.

Killer looked around confused, while Dust just sat there. He just sat there, staring and the floor. Thinking about how he didn't notice, but the signs were so obvious.

Horror was standing around. He couldn't read. He doesn't know some words in English, and struggles speaking. Dust is helping him with that.

Horror was just walking around, then wondered to the nightstand. The nightstand in the opposite side of Killer and Dust.

"W-what's t-t-thios?"

Dust corrected him, "this?" Yet his voice was low. He sounded broken. Like when someone just found out someone they love died and they just processed it. Like how he felt when he lost his brother.

Dust got up, to go look at what Horror was talking about. Killer just sat there, unsure of these things he was feeling.

Dust picked the book up, he grunted while doing so. It was an extremely heavy book, with pages that seem like they never ended. It had the word "Gods" written in a nice, cursive, yellow font. It almost seem like it was glowing. Same with the pages. They were white and they were almost blinding him.

Suddenly Nightmare teleported into his bedroom, tears soaking down his face. He was drowning in his own sadness. He looked at Dust and snatched the book away from him.

"Don't touch this! This is my book! And I'm gonna USE IT."

Nightmares voice was very shaken. He sounded insane. Nightmare then ran out, and Horror was going to run after him but Dust held him back.

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I honestly have no idea where this is going bc I don't plan this book I js write whatever comes to my head 💀

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