A Murder of Crows (Nightmare Gang Sanses Fanfiction)

Chapter 1: The Nightmare Gang

The entirety of the Nightmare gang sat, or rather squished themselves together onto the one best couch in front of Nightmare's tv. Besides this single couch and Nightmare's couch-throne, the sitting areas were trash. Horror pushed Dust's face away, receiving a slap in turn. Cross and Killer jabbed each other in the sides with there elbows. Dust muttered, "Killer, move your fat ass." Killer bitterly responded, "You're one to talk." Error simply sat up in a comfortable swing of strings, waiting for the chance to steal a pillow or five.

Perhaps you're wondering why all this chaos is occurring. Well, in a long forgotten age, Error figured out how to record shows on the tv. Now, the gang fought for the best couch for one reason, and one show alone. The show of shows. "Shut up guys." Nightmare groaned, shoving popcorn into his face, "The song is starting." 

My Little Pony; Friendship is Magic.

This group of goof-offs shoving each other for couch spots was called the Nightmare gang. They were known for their murderous endeavors, evil schemes, vicious members, and their occasional child-like stupidity. 

Nightmare had only just obtained his group weeks ago, and he could already tell that they were slack offs. Still though, they did what he wanted. Cross stood up at the sound of a loud beep coming from the microwave down the hall. Soft fluffy popcorn awaited the gang, and they all planned to have some. Cross made his way off to go fetch the scrumptious snack, and the rest of the gang watched My Little Pony intently while waiting to be served. 

Cross whispered some bitter cusses to himself about the team as he walked down the hall. Since he was new, the entire gang made him do shit and annoyed him. Nightmare ordered him around like a prissy little Prince, Dust and Horror playfully threatened him, Killer talked about him in a crude and dishonoring way, and Error just degraded him with his looks. Don't ask, Cross doesn't know how it's degrading either, it just was. 

As Cross reached the kitchen, he could smell burning coming from the microwave, hinting that the popcorn was definitely burnt. Cross yelled out, "Damnit Horror, you put it in too long! Now the whole thing is burnt!" Loud groans and the occasional, "Horror!" rang out, making Cross smirk. Good, the asshole deserved it. After making Cross miss some of the show just to fetch some burnt kernels, Horror and everyone could go fuck themselves.

Cross could never admit it, none of the gang could, but they all felt a sort of connection for each other. Maybe it was because of their goals, or living together and having to share clothes and shit. Who knows? Still, even Nightmare knew that he enjoyed having people in the castle who had his same goals. Plus, they did what he said, making it a bonus.

Killer sat at the couch watching the lovely gang of ponies making friends and doing shit. He then gazed over towards Nightmare and then the rest of the gang. He didn't like any of these dumbasses in a weird way, but he didn't hate them either. Ever since Nightmare had brought him here, things were new everyday. Either involving murder, conquering, fighting off Star Sanses, chilling, or doing dumb shit, but it was all interesting. This was the newness Killer craved. Perfect.

As Cross walked in, everyone looked at the few burnt kernels infesting their fluffy popcorn bags. Disgust filled their faces, and they all turned to Horror without hesitation. Horror laughed, enjoying everyone's pissed-off faces.

Everyone in the group played a role, and they played their role well. Nightmare was the obvious leader and hothead of the group. Killer remained Nightmare's second-in-command, seeing as he was calm (almost eerily at times), killed mercilessly, and retained thorough-loyalty to Nightmare at all times. Dust was also very calm, and most likely stronger than Killer. However, he could be unpredictable, brash, and he tended to questions Nightmare's orders. Error was the same way, except he tended to do things alone as well as with the group. He had his own personal agendas, and he was strong enough to go do his own thing without needing anyone. Horror was the HUMORous (I'm not sorry), blood-thirsty, almost savage cook and muscle of the group. Finally Cross. Cross was even tempered, at times skittish, precise, steadfast, and overall probably the least evil of everyone. He retained loyalty to Nightmare as well, but only to hold him up on the promise of helping build his AU once more.