Love or Loyalty (Errink)

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Killer's POV-
I toss and turn throughout all of the night. I don't catch one blink of sleep, because the thoughts in my mind keep me up and so does the searing pain in my shoulder. It was like a bullet had shot through, and it was stuck there. The nurse told me it's wasn't a break, but it was serious. But to be honest, I didn't care whether or not my arm was crippled...

All I wanted was Nightmare. He had probably gone to Power Training, and Snack, and Supper...

Without me.

Dream's POV
I couldn't look my brother in the eyes anymore. Using what I loved against me was something that I could never overcome. The thought of Nightmare and Cross mixed together in one figure of good evil confusion tactic sadness happiness sends me spinning.

Ink and Blue have been acting different around me too after the match. It's like they want to be careful of me, or if they say something I might get really angry and say something, or even do something like Nightmare.

The only thing that has been helping me is Cross sneaking into my dorm during the night when I have nightmares. He had heard me screaming and snuck into my dorm, and calmed me down with reassuring strokes and words. I would've come to him but Nightmare was there and even though he was asleep I felt like his closed eyelids were staring at me.

So Cross came in every night and left early in the morning while I was in deep slumber. I felt bad because I knew he wasn't getting much sleep - there were grey bags beneath his eyes and he was struggling to keep up with the busy day.

Killer's POV-
The morning arose and I was relieved I had gotten a few hours of sleep. My arm ached but not as much as yesterday, and I found it strapped in a sling. A smile crept across my face as I realised my cast had been signed by Nightmare with a few crosses:

I'll get her Kills.
xxx Nightmare

I squealed and kissed my cast and jumped out of bed, throwing back my quilt. I was still in the Hospital Wing, in a separate room that wasn't very decorated. I walked over to the nurse and convinced her that I can be discharged, and she sent me out.

Finally!

I raced towards my dorm, hoping to find Nightmare. But when I walked in there was only Dust and Cross sitting on the floor playing cards. "Welcome back!" They greeted me, wanting to sign my cast.

"Where's Nighty?" I ask, sitting on my bed.

"I think he's training. We have breakfast soon, though. Come on we'll go with you." Dust said, cleaning up the pile.

"Ok."

We walked through the halls. My eyes flicked about, looking for any trace of Static. A firing hate for her rumbled onside me, wanting revenge. She should be expelled from this school, thrown out, locked out... forgotten.

But that's probably what she would want for me.

I was lost in my thoughts until a sudden shout broke me out.

If my thoughts were glass, they were shattered.

"OH LOOK. IT'S KILLER!" Static taunted.

At the perfect time, Nightmare appeared and shoved her backwards, her spine hitting the glass hallways. She cackled and pulled the collar of his dark grey shirt, thrusting his body towards hers.

I watched in horror as their lips collided. Nightmare struggled and kicked, trying to tear away. His eyes widened and turned angry as he tried to fight back.

He was released and blown to the opposite wall, slipping down on the floor. Static's face grew a sly smile and she glanced evilly my way.

But then suddenly, someone else appeared.

In the flash of the moment I saw her, she looked... different.
Mysterious, quiet and powerful.

She snapped her dark fingers and Static instantly yelped with pain, dropped to her knees and scurried away into the distance.

The new girl's eyes closed with shyness and magic. Her long black hair swept across the ground, which was dusted with yellow stars and had strands of white. She had dark skin, and dark eyes, which next to them had crescent moons. Her black lipstick shone with silver glitter.

Her outfit was a black jumpsuit dotted with white spots. She fled away into the bustling crowd.

"What was that? What just happened?" I realised Ink was present.

"Kills - I - I tried to stop her-," Nightmare said.

"It's fine. She's so powerful..." 

"That girl looked so mysterious too..." Error frowned.

Dream still looked hostile towards Nightmare, and I didn't wish for any more arguments.

But little did I know there would be one.

THE TALENT TEST.

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Hoi everyone!
My apologies for the late post and short chapter, I just really wanted to produce a bit of story for you oof.

The talent test:
Basically a circus where everyone chooses one subject of choice and uses it to fight. These are in the dorm groups (team).

But something unexpected WILL HAPPEN!

SO STAY TUNED EVERYONE!

Anyway, that's all for now.
Be good beans.

-CelerySticcc