You've Convinced Me

Chapter 4: Cleaning

And so Nightmare walked into the main room with sleep still heavy in his eyesocket, only for it to snap wide open at the mess he saw before him. The entire room was completely wrecked, not even the television was spared.

The perpetrators were laying innocently on the ground, skeletons sleeping like the dead. Oh hell no.

"YOU IDIOTS, WAKE UP!" He screamed, voice echoing through the walls.

But nobody responded as they all continued sleeping like logs. He noticed Dream was with the rest of them on the ground as well. Nightmare quickly made his steps to him, checking for any injuries. Well he wasn't dead so Dream couldn't be dead. But he was surprisingly unharmed as well.

He breathed out a sigh of relief that nobody could witness. The mess singlehandedly revived his headache. And he was absolutely going to make them clean up everything.

Yes, the entire castle, all of them. That'd teach them a thing or two about fighting in the main hall.

But he'll let them rest… for now.

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"… and that's how we ended up with cleaning duty." Killer explained.

"We fucking got it, we were literally there." Dust grumbled. The rest were looking incredibly bored as well.

Dream had healed Killer and Dust who had actually managed to land hits on each other, and thankfully no one died. So now they were probably rejuvenated enough to do work.

"I'm just making sure we are all on the same page that we're sharing the blame here. Better not slack off." Killer said, pointing at everyone but himself.

Dream sighed, looking around. "This is going to take forever!"

"Yes, it is going to take forever if you all just stand around! Get to it!" Nightmare screamed.

All four of them quickly grabbed their cleaning equipment and scrambled out of Nightmare's sight.

Dream quickly found himself a water source and started taking off his gloves and washing them. It had been what he was meaning to do all along, but the chance only presented itself now. But the black stain wasn't coming off. He scrubbed it the best he could, and it wasn't very satisfactory, but it would have to do. He slipped them back on before getting back to his duty.

It wasn't fair, Horror was the one who engaged the fight, why was he to blame too? He was only trying to not get killed. Dream sulked as he thought about it. Apparently Killer and Dust were also to blame, based on his brother's 'brilliant' deductive skills. But it could be worse, and this wasn't so bad. He had an excuse to wander anywhere now.

Or not.

Killer probably still had the duty to watch him. He could see Killer within the peripherals of his vision. Dream grabbed his broom and began sweeping. He seemed to be in one of the unoccupied rooms, that only made it awfully dusty though. This must be the first time the room has been cleaned in years! Every sweep brought up a dust storm, and it made Dream cough a lot.

"Do you guys have masks? I think this dust isn't too healthy…" he turned to ask Killer who was sweeping outside the room, at the corridors.

"Nah, we don't have a need for those here." He said, even though he was also coughing from the dust. "We never did cleaning so intensively before."

And Dream knew that to be a definite truth, as more dust flew into his eyesockets.

After a few hours of cleaning, coughing and hacking, the room finally looked decent. The windows have been wiped clean and bed sheets have been tossed aside.