Healing the Cracks (Nightmare x Trepidation [OC])

Festival Planning, Part One

Trep woke up in chains and, despite the lack of magic, he recognized the buzzing sensation of iridium cuffs binding his hands together and pinning his feet to the cold, stone floor. In front of him was his Jazzi, looking terrified, screaming and crying for their baby. Their daughter, who was laid on a table in the center of the darkened hall. Bree was sobbing helplessly, wriggling to try and get off the cold, steel surface while Jasmine fought to get to their little one. "Sans! Sans! Please! We have to get her, they will kill her!" Jasmine gasped out as she struggled, but Trep couldn't seem to budge an inch. Rather, he felt like he was made of ice as a new voice came from the darkness of the throne room, but it wasn't Frisk, oh no. This voice was as cold as the ice that seemed to be creeping on him, and he could almost feel the smile that cut sharper than his knife. "Killer? That's my name, don't wear it out~" He sing-songed as a red glow illuminated the area he was in, painting the decayed buttercups of the throne room red. Killer approached them and Jasmine seemed to freeze as well, as if someone pushed pause on her.

Killer grinned maliciously at Trep, black tar pouring down his face and onto the floor. It sizzled and burned like acid as he looked, first at Jasmine, then at Bree. "What a nice little whore, you got yourself~ And a little shitstain too." Killer frowned at the baby in disgust and twirled his knife as he went to stand over the table. Bree cried louder, in pain as the tar dripped onto her clothes and blanket and blistered her sensitive skin. Trep snarled like a wild animal and tried to move, to yell, anything! But the ice held him tight and sealed his mouth shut so no words could come. Killer laughed at his baby girl's pain. "What's the matter, big guy? Cat got your tongue~?" Trep wanted to scream as Killer started to repeatedly stab Bree in the chest and head, cutting off her sobs. "Loud little brat." He scoffed as he looked back to Trep with expectant dark voids. Trep still couldn't do a damn thing. It hurt so bad, his soul felt like it was shattering. "Still nothing? Some father you are. Maybe we can get something out of you with her..." Killer turned to Jasmine with that terrifyingly menacing grin.

Whatever was left of Trep's soul seemed to drop as she was 'unpaused', only... she didn't react to Bree's mangled corpse. Instead, she turned slowly, so so slowly to face Trep. She looked as pale as a corpse and her petal pink eyes as wide as saucers. "S-Sans..?" She whispered out brokenly before she made a wretched gagging sound. Trep was helpless as she choked and gagged, falling to her knees and hunching forward as she started to throw up some sort of blue tinged goop. It seemed never ending as more and more came out in a mass on the floor. A growing mass, shifting and forming into something that was the stuff of nightmares. Tendrils writhed from the creature and pierced through Jasmine's abdomen and chest, lifting her body up like a ragdoll as the last of the goop dripped from her dying lips. Nightmare opened his teal eye and tilted his skull with a sinister smirk. He threw Jasmine away and walked up to Trep before kneeling beside him. "Looks like you failed to protect them. Again. Pity. Though I can't say I expected more. This is everything you deserve, is it not? To have your loved ones ripped from you? You are worthy of only pain and suffering, you sad, pathetic excuse of a-"

Trep woke up, gasping and headbutting the skeleton in front of him. He heard a 'conk' and a whine from another, looking up to see Dream standing there in clothes far more casual than normal. He was in a golden hoodie with black skinny jeans; he was probably going out somewhere then. "Owww..." "Oh...sorry Dream..." "No, it's okay- I...probably shouldn't have just shaken you awake." Trep shifted to sit up in bed, noticing his curtains were open to let in some nice, natural light. "I was kinda excited though," Dream continued, sitting beside him on the bed. Trep pulled the covers over his bare chest, tipping his head to the side. "...uh...'bout what?" Dream giggled, his cheeks dusting with blush. "I was wondering...what if we threw a festival in the Omega Timeline in honor of the truce between me and Nighty? Wouldn't that be awesome?" Dream's golden eye lights turned into radiant stars, pulling a smile from Trep. Dream's smile faded slightly and he put his hand over Trep's chest, right where his Soul was. "Your Soul is racing...and with so much negativity, too...did you have a-" "I think it sounds great, Dream." Trep interrupted his friend in hopes of driving off the line of questioning. He wasn't ready to admit he had a nightmare, much less one so vivid and painful. He just wanted to distract himself...and what better way than his best friend? Dream seemed hesitant to drop it, but did, smiling and scooching onto the bed fully. He leaned back onto Trep, the other holding him close so he didn't fall. It wasn't uncommon for Dream to cuddle up with him like this, and Trep loved the warmth the other provided.