Damned

Darker? Maybe Not-

-Ink's POV-

I had just finished Dream's dress.

Blue came bouncing into the room, flopping onto the carpet and smiling at me. "Hello Inky!"

I smiled weakly and put Dream's dress down. "Hello.." He tilted his head, deciding something, and then shook his head and sighed. "I need advice on something!"

I groaned internally. Everyone needs my help, instead of going to Error or the King. "Yes?" I made myself sound wary.

He didn't buy it.

"There's... a Prince.. who never stops trying to flirt.. I swear-" Blue giggled. "-it's adorable, but I don't know how to respond."

I threw my paintbrush at the wall behind Blue, causing him to flinch and look at it.

He turned back, confused. "Ink?"

I screamed, and screamed, and Blue got up and ran out of the room.

Why does everyone ask me for emotional support when I have never had a relationship in my whole entire existence??!

Dream and Blue came in, Fresh and Error following.

"Ink?" Dream came to me first, holding me in an almost motherly way. I groaned, leaning into him.

Error, I could tell, was ready to rip me to shreds for hugging Dream this way.

Fresh lowered his glasses, looking around the room. "You good, broski?" I groaned louder, covering my non existent ears. He won't ever use proper grammar...

aND HE'S LIVING IN A C A S T L E.

Blue was shaking while he picked up my paintbrush. He brought it over to me and Dream, sitting beside us.

I heard Fresh say quietly to Error, "He's gone through a lot. And y'all won't leave him alone."

I started to calm. Why is he the one that gets it?

Instead of my own friends?
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-Horror's POV-

I was sitting on a maroon couch in the basement with Dust and Killer. We were watching My Little Pony, because Killer's furry ass wanted to see it.

I was thinking of Fresh instead of paying attention.

He was squealing and answering every single thing, even when it wasn't needed. I looked over to Dust, who had looked at me. We both gave an aggravated look before turning away.

The episode ended, and Dust snatched the remote. "That's enough, let-"

Something crashed upstairs, something large crashed. It shook the floor/ceiling

Our ceiling, their floor-

and a loud wail was heard.

Nightmare was torturing someone.
Thinking it was Reaper, I got up and went in the direction of the main hall. I turned my phone on to give a little light.

I made it upstairs, and into the doorway of the main hall.

A lamp flew past my face, making me flinch and throw myself into the doorway.

My head hit the doorway, making me fall. I was dizzy, and I heard someone shout, and two pairs of footsteps came in my direction. I felt something slimy grab my arm and pick me up.

I whined, and I was let go. I slipped into someone's arms, and realizing how much fluff I felt, I realized it was Cross. I groaned, and he chuckled. "You seem to have had a horrorfying experience, Prince." I choked and laughed, wanting to crumble up and die. Cross was so weird- Dust and Killer came, staring at me and Cross. Nightmare was hissing loudly at whoever threw the lamp.