Damned

Hatred and Sadness

-Killer’s POV-

The bag hit me anyway, on my stomach, as I screamed.

Outer took me down to the basement, and he cuddled me while I whimpered.

See with the Truce, I really was fine with it and hated it, scared of it too.

Ink hated me, Blue hated me too. Both vowed to kill me in the woods behind the Truce area. They had weapons, and their eyes painted with fury and loathing. Why?

I never knew, honestly. They still glare at me when they're together, whispering ways they'd dismember my body behind the kingdom.

I clung to Outer in complete and utter fear, dreading the day  altogether. I was afraid this time they'd complete the mission. For some reason, it felt like this was the correct time.

--Horror’s POV--

Well it seems that Fresh might've said something. Why to Outer and Killer I'd never know. I'd ask him at the Truce. I flopped down on my bed, full of our scents, and grinned widely.

Our baby would combine the kingdoms. The thought flew through my head like a bullet, never stopping.

Our baby. Ours. A baby.

I kept thinking about this. Would Dream and Nightmare reign together? What would it look like? What would it be like?

I honestly didn't know.

I kept dreaming about how it looked, and loved it.

I decided to use memories to build it up.

Ink, Dream, Blue, Fresh, Geno, and Error had asked us how we felt about the Truce. Ink had lied on his part, I knew from the glance he threw at Killer. Him and Blue.

Cross and I both said we were alright with it. I avoided remembering the look on Fresh’s face when Cross whispered in my ear.

Well to the space on the side of my skull.

Snorting, I got up.

Nightmare was standing in my doorway.

“I’d kill myself before combining two kingdoms.”

I froze.

What was he saying?

The tentacles rose, they turned sharp. I backed up, my eyesockets widening in fear. My eyes turned to pinpricks, and I whimpered softly.

“You've damned us.”

I saw one come close,

It went through my body, through my spine. I looked down at my blood, and I just stared as the ground suddenly came closer to my face.

I guess. That this.

Is it.

--Nightmare’s POV--

You're probably asking me why I did such a thing.

See I'm not okay with combining kingdoms with my brother. It'd be too confusing of a process, and I'm content without happy feelings.

I put Horror in his bed, carefully laying him out. His soul shattered, and he withered away, the pile of dust sitting in a neat pile on the bed sheets.

I felt a presence behind me. I turned.

Dust looked at my eyes and I saw hurt, but didn't feel guilty.

Killer was sobbing, on his knees with his head on the doorframe.

Outer sobbed with him.

Reaper stared at me with visible disappointment.

Cross stared at me in fear, then ran off.

I felt bad when I stepped forward to go after Cross and everyone flinched. I moved past, and Killer and Outer went to go sob over Horror’s bed.

I followed Cross, who was sobbing, hugging my pillow in my room, saying “This is a dream..this isn't my nighty..he wouldn't do that to my friend..”

I whimpered quietly.

Hours passed. Nobody felt like talking to me. I felt worse.

The crumbling pain of guilt threw itself at me every single minute. Everyone avoided looking at me.

When I entered, they stayed quiet.

Cross’ reactions were hurting the most. Cross flirted with others, and played games with others, and pretended I never existed. He doesn't want to give me love anymore. I felt bad.

I crumpled to the floor, accepting the guilt of what I had done.

Cross finally looked at me as he was going upstairs.

“Karma is a bitch.”
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Hey hey, a sad short heccin chapter eight. Who cares. Uwu thanks for 300+ reads! 💕