Stories of an Ex Forced God of Destruction

The Aftermath

*Beep*

"Now look, Smoke..." Dust started, holding the haunter so they were eye to eye-light.

*Beep*

"I know pranks are a lot of fun..."

*Beep*

"But they're getting... a bit out of hand."

*Beep*

"So we need to set some ground rules!" he declared, acting far more cheerful than he felt.

Smoke made a growly whimper noise, looking sad.

*Beep*

"I know, I know, it spoils the fun a bit, but it's not like I'm banning the pranks!"

*Beep*

"So, from now on, no more using hypnotism on anyone, okay?"

Smoke grumbled and tried to look away from Dust, who force-ably turned Smoke back.

*Beep*

"Look , it was either put down this rule, or Nightmare said he's gonna find some kind of magic jar thing to trap you in! Also, do I have to remind you why we're here right now?!" Dust shouted.

Smoke looked down, dejected.

*Beep*

"I don't want to do this either, but it cannot be helped. Things just went to far, I guess. So, no more hypnotism?"

Smoke nodded, obviously not happy in the slightest.

*Beep*

Dust let him go, allowing him to float back a bit. "Alright. And, hey, like I said before; no more hypnotism doesn't mean no more pranks."

The thought of still being able to prank the other skeletons did seem to make Smoke perk up a bit, as he did a lazy back flip in the air while laughing quietly.

*Beep*

"See, not all bad. Now..." Dust told him, before turning to the open door way. "MEDIC!"

After a moment, said skeleton wondered into the very bland a clinical hospital room Dust was being kept in. "You know your not supposed to shout in hospitals, Dust."

"I don't freakin' care, Med. I talked to Smoke, now can you please give me back my legs?" Dust begged, gesturing to where the missing limbs would be where he lied down in the highly uncomfortable bed, jostling the sensors connecting his soul to a soul monitor.

*Beep!*

"And please get rid of this annoying machine!" he added, flipping off said annoyance. If he had to listen to the damn thing beep for much long, it would be finding itself being thrown through a window.

Medic pointed at Dust with a clip board he happened to be holding. "Look, I've seen a lot of horrifying things in my time working here. I've seen monsters with soul infections that are so bad the infections themselves are the only thing keeping the soul together. I've seen monsters melting into dust and reforming because of determination. I've had so many Sanses end up here because they were playing that Toby damned Fluffy Bunny game with hot dogs, stuffing them into any space they could find than could ever be healthy. I've even had the awful privilege of getting to  Error's health records, which had pictures, mind you!" Medic shouted, sounding more hysterical as he listed things.

"But nothing! NOTHING! Scares me more than seeing someone who's been DISMEMBERED, being dragged in by a Determination fueled Geno and pissed Stretch, armed with a sword and chainsaw! DO YOU KNOW HOW MANY OF THE NURSES DECIDED TO GO ON SICK LEAVE RATHER THAN CHANCE RUNNING INTO THEM AGAIN?!"