Ghost Stories (A Sanscest Story)

A Shining Soul

He only needed one. Just one. "Just one." He instructed his partner. They twitched and nodded. They waited. Another would be here soon. "I have to see him." He stated. They nodded again. There. A monster coming in. Perfect. "Perfect." He stated. He drifted closer. He only needed one.

It was a bit before Nightmare returned to school. When he did, he didn't say a word to Dream the entire way there. The pained aura of Dream and the guilty aura of Blue fed him on the way to school. As always, he got nothing from Ink. On the back of his neck, he felt the X-shaped scar tingling. It made his tentacles prick uneasily.

Upon arrival, Nightmare, once again, skipped his locker and headed straight to the classroom. When he entered, he was greeted by a scene. A couple desks were smashed as Horror grappled with Dust on the ground. Dust still had magic restraints, but Horror had found a substitute for his axe in the form of the back half of a chair.

Upon seeing him, they both stopped their scuffle and scrambled up, coming over to him. "You're alive!" Horror rasped bluntly. "Heard ya died!!" Nightmare was momentarily taken back before scoffing. His tentacles flicked and Dust raised a brow.

"Your restraints? Got 'em off??" He asked curiously. Nightmare was momentarily surprised by how fast the two seemed to have forgotten about whatever they were fighting about. He used his tentacles to pick up the both of them and move them out of his way. They both were surprisingly tame about it, only Dust showing some annoyance.

Nightmare scoffed. "You wouldn't fucking believe me if I told you." He stated, sitting down. He placed his bag to the side. He was momentarily taken back as the other two came over and Dust gave a grin.

"Really? Try me." He said. Nightmare blinked. Was this...? He glanced at Horror, who seemed interested as well. The other had scratch marks around his muzzle, indicating that he had tried to take it off already. Was this what it was like to have friends? He didn't mind it. Nightmare chuckled.

"A ghost took them off." At the mention of a ghost, Dust twitched and glanced to the side at something Nightmare couldn't see. "Ever hear of the White Night?" Dust immediately seemed to relax. He nodded, but Horror furrowed his brow. He seemed to be thinking and thinking had to be difficult for someone with a hole in their head. They waited as he muttered to himself.

"Think I... think I may have heard about that once... great soldier... great battle... great death..." He murmured. Nightmare nodded. His tentacles flicked before curling behind him to cushion him as he leaned back. He sighed and turned his head to the side.

"My brother and his stupid friends... played a Summoning Game... left me behind... The White Night took me... and..." Nightmare trailed off. He had a crystal clear memory of what had happened, but... "I don't remember what happened, but they found me underneath the crypt... restraints off..." Both Horror and Dust were wide-eyed.

"Sounds sick..." Dust muttered. Horror nodded in agreement, echoing Dust's words. He trailed off, staring at an unseen point. His hand had slipped up into the hole on his head again. They both watched him before Dust turned back. He blinked and twitched, seeming to remember something. "Ah... transfer is coming in today... a junior... new kid..." Horror jerked his head up and quickly echoed Dust in a scratchy, giggly voice.

"New kid... new kid..." He repeated, his voice both feverish and excited. Nightmare raised a brow, his eye flashing in interest. Dust chuckled.

"Has to be fucked up if they're transferring straight into THIS class, right?" He leaned in. "Because I don't want to assume nothing, but I'm pretty sure we're all murderers, right?" He glanced at Horror, who nodded as his hand slipped into his empty eyesocket once again. His gaze moved to Nightmare, who nodded as he leaned against his hand. Dust nodded too, flexing his dust-stained fingers.