Abandoned Crown[Kréme]

Chapter twenty

Chapter twenty: Sarcasm

The sun already started to come up, peeking past the trees and mountain's when Dream reached the edge of the village he'd already climbed the wall.
Dream took a deep breath and walked forwards. Humans and monster's already started to stir with the occasional shout.

Dream approached the big doors into the castle. Ten guards marched infront of it, keeping everyone out unless asked to come in. "Who are you?" One of the guards asked, the rest stopped and looked over at Dream. "I- You may enter." They bowed, noticing who it was.
It felt to easy to get in. The doors to the castle opened a little. "Er. Thanks."  Dream walked past the guards into the castle. The doors closed.

"Haven't seen your face in a while." Dream looked to his right, it was pitch black meaning the only one that could be in the shadows is Nightmare. And the cyan eye gave it away. "Nice to 'see' you." Dream said crossing his arms. "I thought you were dead." Nightmare said a hint of sadness in his voice.
"Suprise fucker I'm alive, I magically came back because an idiot was ruling." Dream raised an non-existent eye brow.

Nightmare laughed dryly, "Funny. Why'd you come back?" He asked, "I just told you dumb ass." Dream rolled his pupils. "I'm serious."

"Never thought I'd see the day."

"Wow. Someone's gotten fisty." Nightmare dully laughed again. "One of us had to. You spent your whole time firting with Cross I bet?" Dream went frisk faced "You guessed it. What have you been doing? Hiding?" Nightmare asked. "I guess you could say that."

"It hurts to think that your brother's dead just for them to come back at random." Nightmare said, "I'm no brother to you." Dream eyed the shadow. "Why did you come back at all? I'd think you injoyed your freedom." Nightmare stepped forwards. "Because an idoit was ruling. Are you not listening?"  Nightmare closed his cyan eye noding slowly at his younger brother.
"Probably not." Nightmare opened his cold cyan eye.  "No wonder."

----Later----

After an hour of Dream giving sarcastic complements, Nightmare gave Dream his room. Told him it was dusty and walked off to find Cross. Without a hug.
Sadness-

Dream closed the door behind himself. He never thought that he'd ever come back. But here he was, at 'home'. A tear fell down Dream's check as he thought of what Killer and Toby would be thinking.

They'd think that Dream has snuck out again and got cought by a random human or monster. It hurt Dream's soul just to think of it.
Once word gets out, Killer's soul could be broken.

But Killer was the one who made all the points for him to go back and rule alongside Nightmare.
But thinking about Killer and what Killer said just made Dream feel worse about his decision.
Was Dream really fit to rule at all?
Was this Dream's fate, to feel horrible for the rest of his life?

He loved being independent, not having someone else do the work for him. That was Nightmare's thing, not Dream's.
Had living like he was a villager really change him that much?

He never did anything sarcastic before, he just tried really hard to act happy when it was really hurting him.
Could he not be himself anymore? Everyone would be expecting a go happy prince not a forever lonely skeleton that had nothing to live for.

Dream flopped down on the bed, dust flew everywhere. "Wow," Dream said. He was bigger then the bed. His feet hanging off of the bed.
Least Dream knew that he grew a little bit.

"Welcome back to hell Dream." Dream laughed dryly.

----Meanwhile----

Killer's eye sockets fluttered open. Something seemed wrong. Something was missing. Something. . . . . . . Important.

Killer sat up petting Toby's head. "Heya Toby Fox," Killer laughed as the fox opened his eye. Toby stretched for a moment, leaning towards Killer's hand. Killer just laughed at the fox then turned turned to where Micah/Dream would sit. Only to see that he was not there.
He imedenty panicked.

Killer scrambled out of bed, -ever so gracefully- getting his foot caught his foot in the blankets and falling face first onto the ground. Toby -gracefully- jumped off the bed. Killer got up again, untangling his foot from the blankets grasp and put on his dull dusty pink slippers.

'Dream must have just went to get breakfast early. Yeah.' Killer thought no-one wanted a lecture from Lust. Killer swears that Lust purposefully makes the lectures long.

"Heya Killer. Never thought I'd see you rush to get breakfast." Killer stopped right in his tracks hopping it was not Lust talking to him.
Killer slowly turned around letting out a sigh of relief.

It was just Suger and Sandía. Sandía went by the name 'Melon'.

Melon wears a watermelon themed un-zipped hoodie, a salmon turtleneck, black shorts with red stripes, and green slippers.

Suger wears a blue hoodie with different colored sprinkles like red, blue, and pink. A white T-shirt, black shorts with a blue stripe down the sides, blue knee high shoes with pink and blue laces. On his skull is something that you may call a 'suger skull'.

Melon does not like much physical contact but he will hold onto Suger's arm. Like he is doing now.

"Er- Just looking for Micah." Killer told them. "Good luck on that. Also I wanna tell you some really good news!" Suger said his voice becoming higher pitched at the end of his words. "Lets hear it." Killer said, hoping that what he wanted to say was quick so he could find Micah/Dream. Toby pushed his side to Killer's leg.

"Everyone's saying that Dream popped out of nowhere and went to the castle." Melon begun. "A guard that was there said it to one of the villagers who passed it on!
So Dream could actually be in the castle at this very moment! Everything is going to change for the better!" Suger bounced.

Killer's soul beat stopped for a moment as he looked at the two skeletons, his pupils disappearing.

"Uh Killer? Are you okay?" Melon asked, "Yeah yeah. I'm fine. . . . . I'm going to go find Micah now. Bye guys." Killer spoke slowly. Suger and Melon nodded and walked away.

Killer started to walk to his room slowly and Toby followed.
Killer shut the door behind them and sat on the edge of the bed.

Toby wined wanting to be pet. "This is all my fault is it not?" Killer asked Toby, putting his face into his hands.

Toby walked to the bedside table and picked up something from it and sat down infront of Killer, tail wagging.
Killer looked at the fox and pet his head, grabbing what Toby had in his mouth. "Thanks Toby," Killer said and opened the piece of paper.

It was the photo that Ink gave them. He was waiting. Dream was waiting.

Killer got up on his feet, "Toby we're going out!" Killer said with spirit, Toby barked in agreement not fully understanding.

"Let's go!"