Nightmare paced back and forth in front of the throne, muttering to himself quietly. He glanced at the clock, it ticked to 8 pm as Cross walked in.
"Right on time, I see." The prince turned his gaze to him, ceasing his pacing.
Cross nodded, his posture straightening. "But of course, your highness." He responded, tilting his head up slightly as Nightmare walked forward.
The taller of the two sighed, rubbing at his temples. "For the last time, Cross. 'Nightmare' is just fine for you to call me by." His tentacles flicked in slight annoyance behind him. "Anyhow, any updates?"
"On the status of the kingdom's people, or the status of Dream and his friends?"
"Both."
"Well," Cross began. "In regards to the kingdom, four people, three men, and one woman have been arrested. The woman was attempting to escape palace grounds with her husband, and the other two men were caught admitting their loyalty to Dream."
"Have those two executed." Nightmare hissed.
The guard nodded in response. "Yes, sir. And regarding Dream and the others, there has been no news and no sightings of them whatsoever."
"Good." The prince nodded, then paused. He looked like he was about to say something more, when Cross caught sight of something behind Nightmare and, in an instant, threw his knife at full force at it, thankfully missing the prince and hitting the person. Whoever it was cried out in pain as the knife lodged in their ribs, making them fall to the floor.
Nightmare spun around and wrapped his tentacles around whoever it was and suspended them above the ground.
It was another skeleton. He had one red pupil and the other eye black, a giant crack in his skull, and was wearing a too-wide smile on his face. Cross recognized him as being Horror, who he'd never talked to but was always unsettled by.
The prince's eyes narrowed, slamming him into the floor, making him drop a bloody cleaver. "State your purpose, filth." He hissed. When the other refused to talk, he tsked and slammed him down again, knocking him out before letting go of him, tentacle returning to its place. "Cross, take him to the dungeon."
"Yes, sir."
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Rightful | Crossmare
Fanfiction(#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...
