Criminal (Discontinued)

Mystery

Horror blinked the sleep out of her eyes as she realised the sun was up. She looked to her left. Dust was still asleep. Groaning, she pulled herself out of bed and stumbled to the door, putting her mask on. Dust shifted a bit at the movement but didn't wake up and Horror escaped the colourful room without incident. She walked into the living room to find Geno and Nightmare talking, both looking effortlessly weary. They looked at her and Nightmare waved a hand slowly.

"Morning Horror," she greeted. Horror looked up at the ticking clock. 6:00 am.

"What are you two doing up so early?" She asked. Nightmare shrugged.

"We're both early risers I guess."

"Ok..." Horror said. "You have anything for breakfast?" She turned to Geno. He shrugged and pointed at the fridge.

"Whatever's in there you wanna eat," he answered. "Just as long as it isn't human." Horror shot a look at Nightmare.

"So you've been talking about us huh?" She asked angrily.

"I told you not to mention it," Nightmare said, looking significantly at Geno.

"There's no point hiding the fact I know but my apologies," Geno replied. Horror shook her head and walked into the kitchen. A door down the hallway opened and Error stepped out and headed for the kitchen.

"Good morning," she muttered. Nightmare waved at her.

"Good morning Error," she returned. "Horror's getting us breakfast. Aren't you Horror!" Horror groaned.

"Fine!" she yelled back.

"Where are the two other girls?" Geno asked, watching his sister sit down.

"Dust always sleeps in," Nightmare explained. "Unless I force her to get up and Killer..." She trailed off and looked at Error. "Actually where is Killer?" Error shrugged.

"I don't know but she was gone before I woke up," she answered.

"How?" Geno asked. "She can't have left before we woke up." Nightmare shrugged.

"Killer is... a mysterious woman," she said. "She honestly could've snuck out any way she wanted."

"Where do you think she went?" Horror asked, walking into the dining room with four bowls of cereal.

"Anywhere," Nightmare muttered. "Anywhere at all."

Dream walked out of his apartment, his brow furrowed. Cross was crouching on the street lamp, watching him.

"Good luck Dream," he called softly. "She'll listen to you. If you can muster up the courage to talk." Dream didn't glance back as he kept walking.

"I'll see you later Cross," he replied.

Killer sat quietly on the bridge she'd fallen off the other day. The wind blew through her hair and attacked the space between her cheek and her mask. She stared off into the distance, her eyes unseeing. The sun was blinding from the east side of the bridge, reflecting off the metal distractedly.

"It's you." The voice was soft, quiet. Killer looked down. The man from before, the one who'd caught her, stood below her. "What are you doing here?" He asked. Killer stared at him.

"You're the idealist," She whispered. The sound echoed loudly in the silence.

"You're the crazy woman who fell off the bridge," he retorted. Killer stood up. "Please don't jump," the man begged. Killer jumped but landed on the bridge.

"I told you before," she said. "I slipped." He shook his head.

"You slipped off a bridge and almost died and you didn't scream once?"

"Screaming is an expression of fear. I didn't feel any," Killer answered honestly. He raised an incredulous eyebrow.

"You didn't feel any fear? While falling to your death?"

"No." He stared her. Suddenly, his hand rose up to touch her mask and she stepped back, something unfamiliar tightening her chest.

"Sorry," he apologised, pulling his hand back to his side and clenching his fist. "Uh, my name is Dream." Killer stared at him silently. "This is usually when you tell me your name," he continued awkwardly.

"Like I said the first time we met," Killer replied. "It's not a name you want to know."

"What am I supposed to call you then?" He asked.

"Nothing." Killer stepped further away from him. Something about him unnerved her. "We'll... we'll probably never see each other again." Dream stepped forward.

"I know I haven't known you that long but I'd still like to be your friend." Killer took two quick steps away from him.

"What are you doing?" she asked. Dream blinked in confusion.

"I'm... not doing anything." Killer kept backing away from him.

"Yes, you are. What are you doing?" Dream opened his mouth but was interrupted by a buzz from his phone. Killer took the opportunity to turn and run away, ignoring the cries from Dream for her to stop.

Blue opened every door in the house looking for Dream. Ink watched him, unimpressed as he opened the linen closet door for the fifth time.

"He's not going to be in the closet," He sighed. "Chill out Blue I'm sure he just went on a morning walk or something."

"He's got half an hour before we leave for work and he's nowhere to be seen Ink!" Blue cried in worry.

"He'll show up."

"Why is Blue in the linen closet?" Dream's voice asked from the door. Ink and Blue looked at him and each let out a sigh of relief.

"Where were you?" Ink asked, grabbing Blue's shirt before he could attack Dream.

"On a walk," Dream answered. "I needed to clear my head."

"Of what?" Dream shrugged.

"Stuff... I'll tell you guys later." Ink finally let go of Blue's jacket as he pointed enthusiastically at the clock.

"Work Dream," he said. Dream blinked then jumped into action.

"Oh yeah, I'll grab my stuff."