How to Fix the Broken

Chapter 3: Four Perspectives

Killer froze. Nightmare was just standing in the middle of the hall. Not doing a single thing. He was just standing there.
" Do you want something, Killer?" Killer heard his voice but it sounded surreal. Like it wasn't actually there.
"Are you...?" Killer thought back to the battle. The little Blue Sans had asked Nightmare if he was blind, but he wasn't asking in a mean way. He was genuinely asking if Nightmare was blind. But... Nightmare didn't answer. So was he?

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Dust looked up at his brother. The little ghost was floating around the room and chattering nonstop about the battle. Nonsense really but it got Dust thinking about what Blueberry had said. Was he blind? Or was Blueberry mistaken? Dust didn't take Blue to ask a question like that without thinking about it. Was Blue seriously asking that as though he thought it were true? Or was he trying to be mean and just didn't know how? But he sounded so sincere... is Boss really blind...?

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Horror stood in the kitchen. He was going to cook what ever his hands told him to. He started with some flour and eggs. Horror loved to cook and it tended to take things off his mind. But here and now... it just made him question who his Boss really was.
He loaded some chocolate chips into the batter.
The tallest Sans is the Star Sanses had asked Nightmare if he was blind. It was a quiet and simple question but Nightmare almost looked like a deer in headlights. It's impossible to imagine but it happened. If someone had told Horror earlier that Nightmare was going to freeze in place at a simple question, Horror would have laughed at them and maybe even killed them for Papyrus to eat. But... the look he made at the question... was he blind? If he was how long was he blind? His whole life?
He placed the batter in a cake pan. Multiple cake pans.
Who was Nightmare before he made the gang? Had he always been seen as the bad guy? What was Nightmare before the corruption?
The placed the cakes together and started frosting as it.
Blind.... It just doesn't make sense.

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Cross chuckled as he threw the knife.
"What? You don't think it's true do you?" A young voice said from behind.
"No you idiot! Why would I have any reason to believe that Blue-UwU-follow-sunshine-and-rainbows freak? Nightmare is not blind."
"Don't call me an idiot, Sans."
"And what are you doing to do about it, Chara? Oh, that's right. Nothing. Cause you can't do shit by you your self." Cross froze as he looked at his friend's obviously hurt face. "Im sorry. I didn't mean it."
"Wow. Okay whatever. But no seriously, do you? That 'Blue-UwU-follow-sunshine-and-rainbows freak' has been known to be able to just, ... see through people. It's creepy almost."
"..." still it just doesn't make sense... there's no way Nightmare is blind.... Right? "This is ridiculous! We're doing nothing but going in circles! Is he blind or not!? Why don't we just ask him?"

༺𖦹𖦹𖦹𖦹𖦹𖦹༻

Four perspectives. Four lives.
All together, bound.
Will they uncover the truth?
Let's find out.
Love conquers all.
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