How to Fix the Broken

Chapter 30: Little Monster

Blue had screamed, kicked, cried, tried to use magic, but he room had a strange magic repressing aura, and nothing had worked.

Blue was raped... Again

Nightmare screamed of rage and threw the desk across the room.

Where the Hell were they!!!

He searched for both Ink's fake and Blue's real emotions. Neither could be found and it has been weeks! Not even Dream could reach them and he was the better empath.

Nightmare heard a knock at his door frame, he looked up to see his brother wobbling around on crutches. He still looked like shit and his emotions were dull.. Except for when he was with Lust.
When he catches sight of the purple wearing skeleton his face lights up with joy and he will immediately start wobbling over.

Right now, his face was crestfallen, and his eye lights were dull yellow circles.
"I know you miss him Night.."

"I DONT JUST MISS HIM DREAM!! HE IS WITH THAT- That..." Night sat on the edge of his destroyed mattress and looked around his room. It was destroyed. Splintered dark oak wood, glass, scraps of blankets, pillow and mattress fluff littered the floor. He blinked tears away. He felt Dream sit down next to him, leaning his crutches on the side of the broken frame.

"He could be dead for all I know..." Nightmare whispered.

"I'm sure he's alive Nightmare... We just have to believe..."

"that's easy for you to say! Who's husband is probably using my boyfriend like a toy!? Oh wait!
That's yours! Its been three weeks Dream!!" Nightmare retorted angrily. What was the point in believing Ink wouldn't kill Blue, nothing was past Ink.

"boyfriend...?" Dream whispered, "you mean..? I thought he was just a friend... I mean everyone else is acting in a similar way.. Less distructive.. But everyone is upset"

"no Dream! You do know that I am capable of feeling positive emotions, right?" The lack of response told him otherwise, he scoffed. "I can feel happyness and Love. I am just like everyone else! It's... it's only hard to understand."

Dream just stared and Nightmare stood and faced Dream his tentacles waving in agitation.

"you know, I never told you this but when I corrupted I became blind. Literally blind. I could not see a thing. I lived like that for 500 years Dream. Think about that for a moment. Imagine you woke up from the stone blind. Unable to see." His tentacles dropped like lead weights behind him, responding to his worry and sadness. "When Blueberry came into my life, he showed me things, even when I couldn't physicaly see. Then he offered to fix it. He told me how unsure of himself he was about it, but I told him to anyways. He fixed it, by himself. The first thing he showed me was OuterTale. Not himself but OuterTale... he is more beautiful than OuterTale. Now..now he's.." Nightmare felt his knees buckle and he dropped to the floor, wrapping his tentacles around himself blocking the world around him out.

Blue didn't move, he let himself go limp as Ink entered the room. He forced his ectoplasmic body to flare and Ink grinned.

you're learning." He stated. Blue didn't respond, only looked onward. "look at me." Ink said and Blue immediately looked up at Ink. "Good boy." Ink crouched down.

Blue watched emotionlessly as Ink started using him... Gently? Blue blinked and looked up at Ink. For a slight moment ink's eye lights were sad blue shapes, till he saw Blue looking and they immediately turned to green exclamation points for barely a millisecond, then plain white pinpricks, which is where they stayed.

Blue blocked out what was happening again. The look on Ink's face...he looked like he didn't like this either. like.

Blue blinked, ink was done and leaving.
"I'm sorry..." Blue could've sworn he heard Ink whisper.

Ink flopped on his bed and sobbed.

Why... Why!? WHY?

Because I said so. And you are slipping! He noticed! For the first time in six years you are slipping up!

The voice responded.

Ink sobbed hysterically into the pillow. He hurt his best friend, he hurt the love of his life, he hurt Lust... He was a true monster.

That's right. Mommy's little Monster. Be better!

Why? ink shouted in his mind.

Because I like to see you in pain, one way or another.

Fate... Please, let me go... I never did anything wrong... I followed your instructions..

You dare...? You DARE!?

Ink flinched and curled up, hugging his knees close. Pain ingulfed his body, sure, he didn't have a soul, but Fate found a way to hurt him. He may be soulless but he knew right from wrong. He knew what he was doing was wrong.. But he couldn't stop. He deserved the pain Fate put him through.

He whimpered and sobbed more, he didn't like this... Fate has had a full grip on him since before he married Dream.

Fate had him before he married Dream, But only for a short time. They controlled his body, he couldn't even blink, took Blue and placed him somewhere else. That was the first time Fate had barged ito his life. the second..

They still haven't let go.

The pain started to fade. He suddenly sat up. He knew how to fix this.

He lunged for his diary and pen and started writing his thoughts of the day.

Where were they? The star stronghold. An AU built untimely to protect the stars in the event of Nightmare taking control of the multiverse. Dream had placed the strongest emotion shield he could make over it, so strong, that not even he could make out what was on the other side.

Blue was currently sitting in a random closet with the door locked. Ink felt his eye sockets tear up again at the thought of what he was doing to his best friend. It disgusted him. He felt the tears fall on to the page and he snapped it closed. He went down into the kitchen creating things he hoped Blue would actually eat, seeing as he barely touched anything.

Blue was curled up in a ball in the back of the room. Tears cascaded down his face as he realized that nobody was going to save him.

Why would they anyway? Nightmare didn't actually love him, why would he? He was just a crybaby and a slut. His fingers clawed at his gloves and he threw them off. He clawed at his arms, ripping open old cuts and scratches. Blood poured down his arms but he didn't notice. He kept scratching, creating new cuts to add to his collection.

Nightmare didn't love him.

Dream didn't care.

Error was faking.

After all, why would they?

He was broken, no one loved a broken toy, why love a broken monster.

He screamed, and something snapped.

Little Monster
Blue has gone insane
Nightmare destroyed his room
Dream is dull
Ink is hurting
Love conquers all
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