Toy

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I did not lie. Have an update.
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-Dream POV-

I look down on this miserable being. Oh how easy it would be to just let this light go. Oh how fun it would be to see the hope go out of his eyes as i shred every last bit of hope. He's trembling. Heh. Just how I want.

"Miserable." I drop him from his hold. He falls to the floor. I hear him gasp in pain. I bend down and whisper in his ear. "You think I would help a traitor find peace? HA. You were mistaken." He looks up with the minimum strength he has. I see the shock and betrayal on his face. I smirk; and cast a spell showing a small little etheral (did I use this RIGHT) ghost child curled up in the air. Cross knew I had met him before.

"How?" He mutters.

"Mr. Cross.  I believe I called you that at one point. I believe I wanted to play games with you and your sibling. And Then I realized. There was so much more in life then playmates. There were experiments." I pointed to the ghost kid. He has seemed to realize I can see him. "Many, Many, experiments. Ink's Paint brought that to life. Blue and Ink both grabbed onto a shred of sanity, until I showed them the truth. On how life can really be." The ghost jumped toward me. But I just flicked it. It fell back in defeat. It then started to dissinagrate. Only too reform in a minute's passing.

GET AWAY FROM MY BROTHER. It seemed to shout.

"How about no." I state. I smile wickedly. "You should've kept your mouth close. We all know how you finally said something, after our siblings were affected." I confront the ghost. They had a speechless expression. "You were a coward. I gave you the present of death. Just too atone for your sins. So brother my ass. You were never the real sibling. You were just the pawn of a much greater plot piece." The spell was fading out. The ghost dissapeared mouthing the word, Scratches. I knew what it meant. But I didn't care.

I looked down at Cross. He had a confused look on his face. I smiled. "You know what. i'm sick of you as my toy."

I walk out of the room. I mutter to myself. "I wish you weren't my toy."

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AND LE DONE MOTHERFUCKERS! I'M SORRY FOR NOT UPDATING! I'LL UPDATE AT LEAST ONCE AT WEEK FROM NOW ON.

THX FOR 5K BTW.

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