Souls: Beginning Of The End [Book 2]

Chapter Eleven: Whoops there goes my motivation

Blue sighed and removed the gloves from his boney hands. He cringed seeing that the scars were still visible. Blue squeaked in surprise as the door cracked open, it was Sprinkle.

Sprinkle slowly entered the room, "sorry....I should've knocked."

Blue shook his skull, smiling, "no, no, your perfectly fine. Is something bothering you?"

Sprinkle shook his skull in denial and sat on the bed next to Blue. A worried look was clearly on his face. Blue frowned, "are you sure? You dont seem too fine."

Sprinkle sighed, he probably should be glad Blue was so worried about him, "I'm just worried that's all. What if I just blamed someone who didnt do anything wrong?"

Blue placed a boney hand on Sprinkle's shoulder. Sprinkle jolted in surprise not used to the physical contact. Blue smiled again, "Sprinkle, you shouldn't be worried. You were suspicious thats all, you cant hate on yourself for feeling something natural!"

A smirk tugged at Sprinkle's mouth, making him want to smile. Instead he kept a straight face and sighed, "Yeah I guess so, thanks Blue. That helped."

Sprinkle then got off of the bed and walked out of the door. Blue almost asked him to come back, but fought against it not wanting to cause anything uncomfortable for the child. Blue sighed and went back to examining his messed up hands, "why did I have to come back?"

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Dream stood at the edge of the room as he watched the choas take place. They had decided to place bets on who would get the farthest in their search, by now Killer had probably bet 5,000 g. Dream would step in to stop him but it was honestly pointless.

Dream yawned and pulled out his phone, he decided to check the time. He clicked his phone on and saw it was passed midnight. Dream sighed and walked over to Killer.

Killer looked down at him, stopping his bets, "is there something wrong Dreamy?" Dream shook his skull and planted a kiss on Killer's cheek, "its nothing just going to bed, goodnight." Killer returned the response and went back to betting.

Dream exited the room, he internally cursed himself for making that excuse. Really, he just wanted to see someone for some......information.

Dream rounded a corner and stopped at a door. He gently pressed his skull against the door to listen, Blue was mumbling to himself. Dream sighed and knocked on the door, he heard Blue shriek quietly.

Footsteps grew louder as Blue came closer to the door. Blue opened the door and stared at Dream, "Dream? What are you doing here?"

Dream smiled at him, "hi Blue, can I come in? I'd like to talk."

Blue nodded and stepped away to let Dream in. Dream thanked him and stepped into the room. Dream immediately walked over to the can of paint Blue had.

Blue stared at Dream with confusion as he shut the door, "Dream what are you-"

Blue screeched as Dream tipped the can over letting the paint spill onto the shiny tiles. Dream said nothing and watched as the paint sat there. The paint then started to bubble.

A shape formed and rose from the bubbling paint, a figure could be made out. Ink appeared looking tired as ever, he stared at the two, "Blue? Dream? Is there something wrong? It's been a while since I've been summoned this way."

Dream nodded and looked back at Blue, "Yes. There is something wrong. Blue your not the same, please talk to us. I want to know what happened when you were gone."

Blues eyes lit up with fear and he began to slightly tremble. Blue sighed but looked up and nodded. He then began where his story had seemingly ended.