Possession - A story of the multiverses colliding

Part 1- the painter

"Where was he? He's never late, why is he late tonight?" The painter mumbled under his breath as he waited for his friend to arrive. It had been five minutes since everyone else had arrived and there was still no sign of the little skeleton.

The painter and the little skeleton were usually the first two in the room, inviting the others in and performing small talk. Today however, they were greeted only by the painter and judging by his expression, he was in the dark about the little skeletons absence as well.

Everybody was confused and worried. People were wondering what had happened to the little skeleton and were even considering heading to the king of negativities castle in case he had kidnapped him.

Suddenly, the doors were flung open using magic and everybody whipped their heads around to the one standing in the entrance.

The winged one was standing there, his yellow eyes scanned the ensemble before him before nodding his head and striding over to sit nearby the painter.

Everyone was shocked into silence by the winged ones new appearance. Gone was the light yellow coat and simple light blue tee shirt with blue pants, instead he wore a more intricate blue shirt and pants with a yellow hoodie on top. His normal gloves were absent and he wore brown leather boots instead of his golden ones.

But almost everyone was really shocked when they saw the wings adorning the winged ones back. The golden wings shimmered with raw positivity and magic, basking the area around him in soft yellow light.

However, a few such as the painter saw something that shocked them more than the wings adorning the winged ones back.

In the winged ones hand was a weapon. The weapon in question was a sword with a golden glow, just like his magic.

"Um, dream?" The painter asked, not taking his eyes off the weapon.

The winged one sighed at the painters tone, "yes ink, what's the issue?" He replied turning his golden eyes to the painter.

"Uh, you DO realise that that sword could seriously injure someone, like I don't know your brother?" The painter was severely hoping that bringing up his brother would dissuade the winged one on owning the blade. He took a double take noticing another thing, not only was his tone of voice so icy and calm. But where his eye sockets should be black like a normal skeletons, his were a shade of gold.

"Yes ink, I know. Why else would I obtain what is possibly the only weapon in this multiverse that can destroy nightmare for good?" The words from the winged one made the ensembles eyes widen in shock, a few even in fear.

Why the hell would he want to kill the king of negativity?! His brother who he wanted to save?!

"Um excuse, can you repeat that?" The first asked, severely wishing that they heard wrong.

"I said what I meant classic, I want to kill nightmare." The winged one was getting irritated now, shouldn't they want him dead too? Why were they questioning this?

"WHAT THE FUCK HAPPENED LAST NIGHT??!!" Under fell sans blurted out, everyone was thinking the same thing.

"I opened my eyes to the fact that nightmare is unable to be saved. It is better to kill him off and let everybody sleep well. Each night. This multiverse needs positivity, we don't need negativity in our lives. I also went in search for the sword that can kill him as you see is now in my possession and I changed attire into one more suitable." The winged one stated bluntly. Some skeletons mouths hung open in shock while others just stared.

"Now if you all excuse me, I'm going to prepare, I'm planning to scout nightmares castle tonight so if you want to join me in exploring his home I suggest you get ready too. And you may have to kill at a moments notice."

With that, the winged one got up from his seat and strode out of the room.
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Nobody moved for several moments, shocked at how this went.
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Suddenly the room erupted in chatter, many theorising what exactly happened to the little skeleton they all knew

"Maybe he talked to nightmare and it was something he said."

"Perhaps he was attacked by nightmares gang."

"Maybe he was cursed by nightmare!"

There were many more theories but all of them had something in common, nightmare was the cause.

Suddenly, the painter felt a hand on his shoulder and turned around too see the first standing there behind him.

"Ink, we need to have a chat. Alone." The firsts tone indicated that what he was incredibly serious.

"Okay classic, Follow me." ink took the first outside the council chamber and  to a smaller room.

The second the painter closed and locked the door. The first spoke "Ink we know that nightmare did not do this to dream, I mean why the fuck would he want dream to be this powerful and want him dead?!" The first blurted out.

"I know classic, but he probably have received a hint as to what happened. I would explain what happened to make dream want to kill him." The painter replied, a smile making its way onto his expression.

"We could go with dream and break off to find him, that way we can talk to him and keep an eye on dream to make sure that he doesn't do anything terrible" the first added, his excitement only growing.

"AND SAVE THE MULTIVERSE AGAIN!!" They both yelled at the same time, thankfully nobody heard them.

The painter and the first looked at each other for a few long moments.

Then they erupted in a fit of laughter. They were coughing by the end of it.

"Man it's been a long time since we had this sort of stuff happen ink." The first spoke up first.

"Same classic, those were good times." The painter sighed relishing the moment.

"Then what are we waiting for?" The painter started to unlock the door.

"Operation sweet dreams is a go!" The first replied.

The two skeletons left the room to prepare, smiles adorning their faces.

<I'm sorry Ink, classic. You two are playing with powers beyond yourselves. And that path is a dangerous one to tread.>
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That's chapter 1 done yay!

Ok so imma say this now I will be mostly mentioning ink, classic and other main characters as other things for no reason so keep an eye on the dialogue.

Also no, classic and ink are not a thing. It's just that they view each other as practically brothers and papyrus is used to this and treats ink like a brother as well.

Bye y'all
- aky