Fallen (ErrorInk)

Chapter 23: Brought Down

-=Nightmare's POV=-

"InK!!!" Error yelled, looking panicked as he treaded water.

Ink and Error's canoe had tipped and now they were at a war with the current. Everyone in nearby boats were panicking, and some camp guides were screaming at me to use my tentacles to fish them out of the water.

"That won't work!!!" I yelled at them, "The goop that covers me dissolves in water!!"

Killer, who somehow ended up as my partner, looked at me strangely.

"What?!" I growled, still keeping a close eye on Ink and Error.

I grit my teeth. They were to far out to get now. Yeah, I know, I'm supposed to be 'heartless' or whatever, but Error was my closest friend. And, yeah, Ink broke our friendship apart, but-

"HELP!!!!" Ink screamed as he was thrown around in the raging waters, his voice just barely audibly over the roar of the rapids.

Error (stupidly) threw himself towards Ink before I suddenly lost sight of them.

"F**k...." I cursed quietly, sitting up a little straighter to see if I could spot the pair.

Killer was still staring at me, and it was really starting to become creepy. He didn't even seem to care that his friend was just frickin swallowed by the river.

"What?!" I asked, his weird behavior starting to get on my nerves.

Killer subtly tilted his head to the side before an unsettling grin twisted its way onto his face. In the blink of an eye, his target-shaped soul disappeared before he tapped his finger rhythmically on the side of the boat twice.

I screamed in pain as I hit the water, Killer lazily floating next to me in a lying down position, face-up. In one move I pushed myself to the surface and scrambled to the now over-turned boat, hauling my upper body onto it.

"You-" I hissed as I felt the corruption painfully melt away, "idiot-"

I closed my eye as the pain reached it's peak. I haven't been in this form since... I think two years ago after Error pranked me with a bucket of water.

After hearing splashes and more yells of surprise, I re-opened both of my eye-sockets, ignoring how weird it felt to see out of the left one, and slowly looked around to see Dust and Horror's canoe flipped as well, both of said skeletons now thrashing about in the water.

"Killer! What the hell?!" Dust demanded, Horror paddling behind him and looking very unimpressed.

Killer never answered that question, he just kept floating in the water. I looked quizzically at him, confused at how he had managed to flip a second canoe while he looked like he hadn't moved. While me eye-lights were trained on him, another set of surprised yelps rang out.

I glanced at the directions of the yelps to see Cross struggling to stay afloat as his absurdly fluffy clothing became waterlogged and dragged him down. There was also another person floating next to him, helping Cross not drown. I recognized them as (Y/N), the one who was always muttering about ships and the fourth wall in school. Huh, I guess Cross paired up with them?

A girl in the canoe closest to (Y/N) and Cross called out (Y/N)'s name and paddled the boat towards them, grasping onto their hand once they were close enough. (Y/N), the kind soul they apparently are, still held onto Cross as (Y/N)'s friend started hauling them to shore.

I again looked back at Killer, who was still floating in the water, eye-sockets closed. Maybe he's dead?

"Jerk... the f**k is wrong with you..." I heard Horror scowl as he grabbed onto the canoe I was hanging on to, using it to keep himself afloat.