"WhatdowedowhatdowedowhatdowedowhatdOWEDOWHAT-" Dream was pacing back and forth on the grass, chewing on the ends of his boney fingers nervously.
"WOULD YOU CALM DOWN?!" Ink snapped, eyelights flaring red. "I'm normally very patient but for tWO FUCKING HOURS?!"
"Sorry!" The prince squeaked, shrinking away from the taller of the two.
"S'fine. Just sit down already." He muttered, eyelights shifting back to an annoyed magenta. "I have to think."
Dream sat cross-legged on the stump of a tree across from Ink, who was tapping his fingers on his jaw, eye-sockets squinted as he stared at the ground in thought. The prince cast a gaze across the field, where the castle could be seen in the distance, the purple forcefield around it practically mocking the two.
Ink suddenly jerked forward, dry heaving for a second before hurling up black ink, eyelights disappearing momentarily. He sprung up from his place on the damp grass, eyes flashing yellow and light-blue. "I GOT IT!!"
The prince literally fell from his seat in surprise at the taller's epiphany, squeaking as his back hit the ground. "W-What?!"
"I'm not sure if this will work, but in order for it to work, we need more people. Recruits, per se. Such as... Hm..."
"Such as??" Dream leaned forward in anticipation.
"Geno? And some of the Papyruses!" Ink pumped a fist into the air in triumph at his own idea, his eyelights flashing different colors every so often.
"I mean..." The prince thought for a second, blinking as he thought. "Yeah! That could work!"
The taller of the two grinned, clasping his hands together in front of him. "Alright then, let's get to planning!"
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Rightful | Crossmare
Fiksi Penggemar(#23 in X-tale) Prince Nightmare, unlike what everyone else convinced themselves, is the rightful heir to the throne. He is the oldest child, which means he is next in line to be king. Things don't go the way they are supposed to, and Nightmare deci...
