Malaverse

Chapter 6: That Escalated Quickly

Dust awoke to being shaken. He grumbled and sat up. "The fu-" "Shhhh!" Ink put a finger over Dust's mouth. Dust blinked a few times, his half asleep brain trying to process what the hell is going on. "Meet me in the living room." Ink whispered, then creepily crawled out of the room. Dust laid back down and sighed. He rubbed his eye and stumbled out of bed, quietly. Dust walked downstairs and saw Ink on the couch with a cup of coffee in his hands. "Who the fuck thought it was a good idea to give you coffee?" Dust muttered. "Reaper taught me." Ink smiled. Dust sighed and sat down on the floor. "So, what do you want?" Dust asked. "Well, it's Red's birthday coming up." Ink grinned. "Yeah? We don't really celebrate birthdays." Dust shrugged. "Well, yeah, but Red's been having a hard time recently, and I thought that maybe throwing him the bestest birthday ever would make him feel better." Ink explained. "That is a great idea!" Dust slammed his fists down on the coffee table. Ink nodded excitedly, and took another sip of this coffee. Suddenly there was a knock at the door. Ink and Dust turned their heads. Who the fuck is knocking at four in the morning? A small piece of paper slid under the door. Dust stood up and cautiously picked it up. "What does it say?" Ink asked. "It says 'We will kill your friend in one hour unless you submit to me. This is your final warning.'" Dust read. "Ah! I'll go wake up-" "No." Dust cut him off. "N-no?" Ink questioned. "If we wake up Dream, we'll wake up Red. And besides, us side characters deserve to fight some battles and kill some fuckers." Dust told him. Ink nodded. "Let's go." Ink said, summoning his brush. "Let's." Dust summoned his axe. Ink and Dust headed outside. It was dark and cold. "Portal." Dust commanded. "Yessir." Ink grabbed his brush and made a portal. Ink and Dust hopped inside. It had been a bit since Dust had been inside of King's castle. Dust looked ahead. King was sitting atop his thrown, as if he wasn't just an obstacle in Dust's way. "Where is he?" Ink asked, trying to sound threatening, and failing. King laughed. "We already killed him." King shrugged. "What?!" Dust growled. King laughed again. "Why would we wait an hour when we could just kill him now." King sounded nonchalant. "Where's the proof?" Ink asked. King looked over at Negative, and Negative tossed a blue and white hoodie on the ground. Ink took a sharp breath and Dust clenched his axe. Fuck this shit. Fuck all of this shit. "Y'know what?" Dust slammed his axe into the ground. "I'm sick and tired off all of this BULLSHIT and you've become a problem. I WILL NOT LET ANYONE RUIN MY LOVE'S BIRTHDAY!" Dust felt an ember burn and grow in his soul. "DIE YOU ASS FUCKERS!" Dust felt hot rage burning in his soul. The most he's felt in a long time. His entire body felt like it was on fire. Darkness formed in his vision. Dust summoned his fire, and a roaring blaze that seemed to have came straight out of hell lunged forward. Dust's hellhounds set fire to the castle. Suddenly everything went blurry, and then there was nothing.

Ink dropped Broomie and caught Dust as he was falling. Ink held Dust close to his chest, and grabbed Dust's axe. Ink summoned Broomie to his back and grabbed 404's hoodie before it could get burned. Everything inside of Ink told him to run, but a small part of him told him to check the prisons. Ink swiftly avoided the flames and ran through the prison hall, calling out for his fiancee's friend. "Ink?" Ink paused and looked over, and there, in a cell, was 404. "404!" Ink grabbed Broomie and sliced a gash in the bars. 404 stepped out and Ink handed him his hoodie. "Now let's get out of here."

Ink silently crept into Red and Dust's room. He gently set Dust down and tucked him in. Then Ink left. He had to prepare for the talk he was going to have with Mal later.

Ink took a deep breath and pushed open the door. "Oh, you're awake." Ink said, seeing Mal sitting on the bed. "As if I could. This place smells too much like you." Mal grumbled. "Why the hell'd you put my in here anyways?" Mal asked. "Well, I figured since we knew each other-" "Oh we hardly know each other." Mal cut Ink off with a scowl. Ouch. Ink looked down. "I... I'm sorry for how things ended. I never meant for you to get hurt." Ink said, tears filling his eyes thinking about that day. "I thought I could trust you Ink." Mal growled. "Mal, I know-" "Don't call me that." Mal spat. Ink flinched back. "Mal I-I I mean Malware, I didn't know Dream would react like that." Ink told him. "Why'd you do it? I told you because I thought you wouldn't tell anyone. So, why'd you do it?" Malware glared at him. "I didn't think Dream would react like that. Mal, I am truly sor-" "Malware.'' Malware growled. "Oh yes, s-sorry. Malware I really want to go back to the way things were. I want to be friends again." Ink said. Malware stood up. "That's not going to happen. You betrayed me, and now that's it's been almost 50 years, you can just waltz back into my life and expect forgiveness? Do you know all of the shit I've gone through? It's going to take a lot more than just saying sorry to make me even want to look at you." Malware pushed passed Ink. Ink spun around. "Mal! Wait!" Ink pleaded. Malware stopped and turned to him. "You disgust me." Then he left. Ink collapsed to the ground, tears streaming down his face.

(This song is them </3 )