He's Just "Tired..."

~11~

The next day, Dream left the house early. After all, he had a lot of stuff to get done. Though, he put Faith in Faith's playpen in the living room since Faith was already awake. He knew Faith would be safe in the playpen. He hummed a bit as he left the house, going to go get stuff like supplies to make a birthday cake for Faith, some last-minute presents, and some decorations. He was in an excellent mood as he went to go buy what he needed to buy.

Ink had woken up before Dream had woken up so, Ink had been outside walking around. He had the knife in his pocket, but he didn't know Cross was already in the house. He had his jacket on with the hood up which mostly hid his face as he walked into the house through the backdoor that led directly into the kitchen. Of course, Cross was in the kitchen, looking for a snack since he was honestly quite hungry. He didn't know that Dream has been having someone stay here with him so when Ink entered the house through the backdoor, but Cross automatically assumed Ink was an intruder. Cross glared as he looked at Ink, grabbing his large knife to try and fight off the 'intruder.' Of course, Ink wasn't going to let Cross attack him. He quickly took the knife from his pocket, slashing Cross's chest harshly and deeply before Cross even had the chance to attack or defend himself. This caused Cross to accidentally cry out in pain and drop his knife, holding his hands over the slash wound that was across his chest. Cross looked up at Ink, a pain filled glare on his face. "W-Who the fuck even are you...?" Cross coughed up some blood.

With a sinister cold expression on his face, Ink gladly replied after having figured out that this was Dream's boyfriend. "Dream's new boyfriend, bitch." After having said that, he slashed Cross again to ensure Cross would die from the wounds. He didn't want Cross to be with Dream. After all, he wanted Dream to himself now. It wasn't long before Cross dusted, his knife and scarf falling to the floor on top of the pile of his dust. Ink then went to the living room where Faith was in his playpen and playing with his toys innocently. Ink clutched the blood and dust covered knife in his hand firmly, going over to the playpen. A merciless grin was on his face as he went into the playpen.

Of course, Faith looked up at Ink with the most innocent expression ever. He didn't know he was about to get killed. He thought Ink was a friend since he didn't understand the concept of a lot of things since he was only a year old. He smiled innocently at Ink and made grabby hands at Ink, wanting to be held by Ink. Faith somehow thought Ink was his mother as well. Faith managed to say his first word as he looked at Ink with the most innocent expression ever. "M...M....Ma....Mama!" But Ink didn't care that Faith wanted to be held. Nor did he care that Faith just said his first word to Ink. Ink glared at the small baby. "Sorry, brat. But I'm not your mother. But don't worry, I'll take excellent care of your mother after you're dead." After having said that, he slashed the knife at Faith. It was an instant kill and Faith dusted. His blood and dust getting on the floor. After that, Ink went and hid somewhere in the house, waiting for Dream to return home.