Damned

A Traitor's Half-Mistake

--Nightmare's POV--

"Two years ago?" Cross tilted his head, opening his arms for Horror.

I resisted the urge to throw him out of the window.

"Let's talk about this somewhere else, alright?" Dust eyed Horror and then turned around, leaving the room.

"Huh.." Cross pet Horror carefully, looking at him worriedly.

"Of all things.." I growled angrily at the scene, whispering to myself softly.

--Blue's POV--

Ink was screaming at the top of his lungs at his broken paintbrush.

I didn't have one thing to do with this, of course.

I stared emptily at Dream, who frantically tried to figure out what was happening.

Fresh looked over to me, suddenly furious. "You."

I put fake shock on my face, raising my arms. "Whaa? What do you mean? Why would I do something like this?"

Fresh backed me into the wall, grabbing me by the front of my shirt, growling.

"You weren't anywhere near us during Dream and Nightmare's episode. Were you? Where were you when the gates were opened? If my guard closed them, and you disappeared, how would you NOT have any thing to do with this?"

I looked off, and then looked back at Fresh with a grin. "I was kidnapped, silly. How could I have not been there?"

Ink laughed loudly, suddenly, causing Fresh to turn away from me.

We both looked at Ink and froze, the sadistic look on his face scaring us both.

"I found you wrapped up in the covers of one of the Dark Prince's bedroom. If He had kidnapped you, Nightmare would have thrown me in the same cage of you, you twat."

Dream and Error stopped hugging each other, and Geno's hand moved off Ink's shoulder. Fresh's grip on my body tightened and he slammed me into the wall.

Dream turned and sobbed into his boyfriend's chest, and Geno hissed "traitor" at me, over a hundred times, getting louder, till he yelled "TRAITOR!" at me, with Ink laughing at me behind him.

Fresh dropped me and stomped out of the room, Geno, glaring at me, his pupil a pin-prick now, following. Error sighed and rubbed Dream's skull lovingly.

"I cannot wait till my brush is fixed Blue. You are a traitor. A soon to be EXECUTED TRAITOR."

I slumped down the wall when Fresh let go of me, and stayed there. I curled up, sighing softly. I wasn't expecting this to happen. At all. They're a lot smarter than expected.

I forgot to leave Dust's room, I forgot to wake up when he began cuddling me.

I should've known that Ink would've ratted me out.

I sat there, rethinking the whole plan entirely.

I didn't hear people yelling Fresh's name, I didn't hear them asking for them to stop till I heard stomping.

I snapped my head up and my eyesockets grew wide.

Fresh was coming straight for me, his fingers curled into a fist. I stood, backing against the wall, then running left. He followed, unfortunately, and caught up with me quickly, grabbing my shoulder and punching me in the side of my face, and summoning a bone, whacking me in the side with it.