Ghost Stories (A Sanscest Story)

A Black Dreamcatcher

Sci entered the development room at the school, dropping his bag. He blinked tiredly. He had not slept. He slowly raised his eyelight. He could sense him already. He could sense the feeling of fear, hatred, anger, and all of those horrible layering emotions.

He couldn't see him, but Sci knew he was in the room. He watched as the lights flickered. Once. Twice. The entire area was illuminated in red. He watched an inky, black cloud began to spread through his pictures. All of them. The ones in the containers, the ones already hanging. All of the pictures had turned black.

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"You won't?" Shattered's voice sounded genuinely surprised as Fell glared at him. He'd thought it over. Killing someone else was not going to help Sci. It would prolong his suffering and he didn't want that. Shattered flicked his tentacles. "Huh."

"Then you are useless to me." Without another word, one of Shattered's tentacles impaled Fell straight through the chest, cracking in his ribs and revealing the outlining shell of his SOUL. Shattered approached him as he dropped to his ghostly knees. They were just outside the development room.

Shattered reached down and plucked the shell of the SOUL from Fell's chest. Fell inhaled wheezily and Shattered seemed annoyed. "Always have to do everything myself." He held the shell of the SOUL in the palm of his hand. Without breaking eye contact, Shattered crushed it.

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Something had happened. Nightmare stiffened. He was circling the shadows in the development room. He furrowed his brow. Sci stood in the center of the room, his hands clasped in front of him. He was shaking. He squeezed his eyes shut. He was scared. There was so much fear.

Nightmare paused as Sci jerked forward, inhaling, like something had shoved him from behind. Then, came the aura. Nightmare froze up. That aura. He came out of the shadows as Sci straightened up, no longer trembling. He opened his eye and it was gold as a sick-looking smile spread across his face.

"Hello, Brother!" That was it. Nightmare felt his bones lock up and even his tentacles fell limp behind him for a moment. Shattered smiled at him from Sci's body. There was an ugly cracking noise as Shattered shed Sci's lab coat. Out of the back of Sci's shirt, black, golden-tinted tentacles were ripping out from the fabric.

Nightmare was frozen. He hadn't planned for this. Shattered tipped his head, tentacles waving as black liquid began to run down from Sci's sockets and mouth. "You don't have your knight with you??" Shattered jeered, moving closer to Nightmare. Nightmare inhaled shakily.

Nightmare was absolutely terrified. Not knowing what else to do, he jerked himself backwards into a portal as Shattered lunged at him. He stumbled out into the hall, shaking. It was after-school hours. He stumbled down the hall and ran right into Killer, who jumped. "Night?? How'd it go?" The black-eyed skeleton asked.

Dream had made Killer accompany Nightmare in case anything had gone wrong. Both of them had been doubtful. Both of them had been wrong.

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Killer was confused. He jumped as there was a whistle. Nightmare had frozen up, Killer by his side. At the other end of the hall, Killer saw someone emerge. That... that was Sci... but... Dream had told him about that goo. That good that formed in tentacles behind Sci. What had he said it was? Shattered...? "Shattered Dream?" He mumbled.