BAD GUY ;; a Epicmare fanfiction

PROLOGUE

"Ah! Get away from me, bruh!"

Epic yelled as he scrambled to his feet. From the harsh blow the other skeleton made against Epic. A skeleton, a skeleton covered in black goopy darkness had pitch black tendrils sticking apon his back.  it was as though he could control them.

His name was NIGHTMARE.

The night was heartless, the breeze was crisp and cool. The moon was full, and the stars shone brighter every time you gazed at them. The crunching of the snow under them was hard.

"What are you doing? What did I ever-"

Epic was then cut off by the goopy skeleton picking him up by his neck.  But it wasn't with the goopy ones hands, instead it was by the tentacle from his back.

It's black goopy darkness radiated cold negativity that felt suffocating if you withstood it for too long.

Epic couldn't take it. He choked as he struggled to breathe through the aggression the negative one put on his single tentacle.

Epic squirmed his legs and his body trying to wiggle out from Nightmares heartless action.

He then started to grab and scratch at nightmares tentacle, instead it didn't work. It was like grabbing at quicksand. It oozed through Epics hand grip.

He could not escape.

Epic soon began to lose consciousness.

The adrenaline in Epics body didn't allow him to summon any of his own magic. Or at least that's what he thought.

Just as epics eyes were fairly closed and dazed. A tendril stabbed him in the head. Cracking his skull apart.

Epic wakes in a cold sweat.

"Ah! What the hell was that, epic!"
Epic scolds himself before looking down at his blanket.

That was all just a dream? He thought. But it seemed so real?

It took a minute for epic to realize what even happened.

His breathing was heavy and consistent. His soul was beating fast.

I swear I've seen that dude before.

Epic then laid his head back down in an attempt to calm down.

The soft cushion of his pillow on the back of his skull was refreshing, knowing that he just got his skull shattered in an imaginary world.

Epic had nightmares. His nightmares were almost always fairly worse than that. He was just surprised that this one was completely different. That scared him more than death.

That's why I couldn't use my magic. Because it was a dream. He thought.
Nightmares always gotta take your powers away to make it scary, huh?

He sighed before looking up at his ceiling. He didn't have any motivation to get up today.

But today he was gonna meet his own bestfriends team. The negative bruhs.. Or as the team themselves like to call it, the anti-sanses. But it wouldn't stop epic from his weird nicknames.

And epic couldn't miss it, epic really wanted to see the people cross would ditch him for. The people who cross thinks of as family.
Just as epic began to doze off, he heard a buzz from his phone.

"Ah!"

Epic squeaked as the buzz startled him.

He was still on edge about the whole nightmare situation.

Epic took a hot minute to realize the buzz came from his own phone.

"Wow, Epic. that's mature."

Epic told himself before reaching for his phone.

The notification rang up on his lock screen. It was cross, cross asking about the day plans and when cross and epic were  gonna see eachother.

Hs sighs before sitting up and beginning to text back.

They go on and on through our conversation.
Turns out He will be meeting crosses team around 4pm.

He gazes over to his clock to see the time quickly, it's 9am. He still has a few good hours to do whatever he wants to do.

He sighs and plops his body back down on his bed. It was undeniably comfy.

"I live another day, so let's see what I can do with it. Maybe I could do something fun! Like eat some cookies, maybe get into a meme battle with Cross again. I don't know, let's just see where the tide takes me."

He tries to pep talk Himself.

He slides to the side of his bed and begins to get up from its comfy embrace.

Epic gets up and begins to walk over to his own closet.

Slowly and groggily starting to change. He puts on his normal purple long coat with black sleeves and a black hood, fingerless gloves, and some striped pants with some boots.
I look myself in the mirror and start to give myself finger guns before leaving my room.

"Todays a new day, let's make it memorable."