Damned

Just.. Normal?

-Reaper's POV-

"Quit staring, Ashes." That was Nightmare's nickname for me.

Cross, I know, had looked up and blushed.

Nightmare had his old outfit on, the outfit he wore before he was poisoned. It was covered in his goo, yes, but..

It was that outfit.

I gushed and started bouncing. He was wearing that for the Truce! I can't actually believe he'd do that- it actually makes me want to giggle loudly at the thought of a non-feeling, poisoned monster in an outfit of a caring, loving skeleton. "That looks amazing on you!! Even like this ahaha-"

Nightmare growled loudly at me, saying quietly, "Thanks." and Cross nodded once. "You look amazing, King."

I giggled softly at seeing Nightmare flush lightly with approval.

"Thank you, Cross." He looked at me warningly, and left.

I closed the door softly,and turned to Cross. He could already sense I was about to tease him, and he growled lowly. I growled back, and he sighed. "Just don't, Reaper.." I nodded, walking over to my bed. I laid down, crossing my arms over my body and thought about Geno.

Beautiful, beautiful Geno. The prettiest skeleton ever to be. Geno. I love Geno more than myself, more than anyone else in this hell they call Undertree. Though.. I'm not sure he likes me at all. That's fine, I'll get over it.

Kind of.
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-Geno's POV-

Fresh, me and Error were laying down on the floor in the 'Thought' room. We were bored, and wanted to complete something. A quest.

The Truce was nearing, giving me and my brothers the worst anxiety attacks.

The Thought Room was always the place to calm yourself here.

It was white, with brown, hardwood floors. Sunlight poured through the glassy window on the ceiling. The Thought room's wallpaper would change to whatever happy thing we thought about. It was a circular room, with mirror-like walls that served as Tvs. They would group together to show a full thing if needed. Even..

dirty things.

Occasionally, Error goes into here to play with himself over Dream. He drools all over the giant, round yellow carpet, moaning and begging. I can say, walking in on him is funny, because he's never even going to stop. He just brags about Dream to whoever comes in. I hit him until he stops. Fresh just 'poofs' away.

Fresh comes in here alone just to think of Prince Horror, and watch his expressions change.

I..
Don't really go in there and think of Prince Reaper.
I don't want anyone to know I'm in love with him.

Ink and Dream don't approve of the feelings we've developed, and that's why the Truce was changed to once a year.

Today, sitting on the yellow carpet, all three of us thought of our Princes, and King. We thought of them talking and relaxing, ignoring all rules of not really being able to. Fresh's colourful robe fluttered occasionally. Error's black one was sprawled out behind him. I sat on my white one. It looked like a pool of colours were behind us. Me and Fresh had to grip Error's hand so he wouldn't do..

his thing.

Reaper suddenly turned to smile at me,
Horror at Fresh,
Dream at Error.

I blushed.
Fresh turned away, blushing.
Error panted, flushing.

This is what we were trying to avoid. Blushing at a smile. We all lose it, looking at them smile. "Shall we try again?" Error asked suddenly, wiping his mouth.

"No, you shall not." Ink's voice rang through the door.

I growled lowly, turning to look at the bright yellow door. Ink stood there, leaning against the doorway, his eyes red targets. Fury was planted all over his face. Error stood up quickly, pulling me and Fresh with him. I let go of Error's hand, Fresh did the same.

"Go to the King's throne. There's something important going on."

And with that, he turned around gracefully (he is the most graceful in the castle-) and walked to the Throne Room. I growled at him.

Error followed first, me after. Fresh sighed, and followed us. The small board on his necklace showed the word 'unrad'. I chuckled. His improper grammar pissed Ink off, and I wanted to show Ink his necklace.

I want to piss Ink off more than anything.
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-Fresh's POV-

I sighed, following my brothers to the throne room. I heard Geno chuckle, but for why, I couldn't imagine.

I dislike Ink's morals.

Saying that us falling in love with those Princes would cause us great harm. I would always break down and cry to ignore that.

What harm could love do? 

I sighed once more. We had walked down the endless corridor to the Throne Room.

I heard Geno curse silently. Error turned away, and I could see fear in his eyes. I looked past them.

On the yellow and black carpet, two guards dressed in black knelt in front of Dream. Ink stood next to Dream, glaring.

With moons on their backs.

One had a crack going from his 'mouth' to his eye. Blood was pouring from it. The other was holding his chest and heaving. I turned away.

"Geno, Error, Fresh, look at me."

I didn't want to look at Ink. But I did. Geno did as well. And so did Error.

Everyone in the room looked at us.

Even the dying guards.

"How did they get in here?" Ink pointed at the two.

"I don't know.." Error answered, peering at them. They looked back, a pleading look on their dying faces.

"I don't know. I barely even know what they've looked like before you ruined their faces." Geno answered as well. I heard anger thickly coating his words.

"I d-don't know," I said lowly, cursing myself for stuttering.

"Who was responsible for the gates?"

I raised my hand slowly. I thought Dream was our leader. Why did he not stop Ink?

Did... Ink do something?

Ink snarled, causing half of the room to flinch. "This is your fault. I think...

You deserve a punishment."

He walked down from the throne's base. He stopped in front of me, a low growl building up in his throat.

"Your privilege to go to the Truce is taken. You are staying in the castle for the Truce days."

I froze, tears falling out of my eyes slowly, then gushing out of my eye-sockets like waterfalls.

Geno looked at me, Error as well. Dream turned away.

"It's your responsibility, with your guard, to check the gates."

"And you didn't."

My guard, from across the room, snarled protectively when Ink put one hand out to me. Ink glared at him, and he glared back.

"I closed the gates, nitwit." He growled.

Ink froze.

Everyone froze.

"Sentimental."

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