Halloween mcyt short stories

☻ Perfect~Pt.2 ☻

Day two pog. Sorry this is late I had homework and stuff ;-;
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Dream reached out his arm to shake the demon's hand. As Dream touched the mist the demon's hand was made of, it solidified. The demon's 'hand' was cold, it felt not quite human, but still lifelike.

Their hands holding each other's, signifying they made a deal. Dream went to let go, but couldn't, the demon just smiled. Where their hands met each other's, what seemed to be a black ribbon trailed up both arms. Dream tried to pull away more as the ribbon crawled up his arm. The demon looked quite calm during the process, most likely he had done it before.

As the ribbon constricted both of their arms more it finally let go. Dream immediately yanked his arm away from the demon as he scanned for cuts or bruises.
"Glad to see you're honest about your decision." The demon said.
"THAT'S WHAT THAT WAS?!" Dream yelled. The demon nodded slowly in response.
"Also just for you to stop calling me demon in your head, call me Bad." The demon added.
"So um... Bad... how do I start with this murder thing...?" Dream questioned.
"Well that's up to you, Dream." The demon made eye contact with Dream, well as close as you can get with glowy, white, demon eyes.

Who do I start with, what do I use as a weapon?
"Oh I wouldn't worry about that." Bad said.
"I don't appreciate you listening into my thoughts you know." Dream said harshly.
"It's not my job to make you happy. It's my job to help you murder people." Bad said, sounding happy.
"But to start you off, who do you dislike?" Who put you down? Who do you hate?" Bad asked, another malicious smile spreading across his face.
"Well there was one stupid art critic... he's the main reason why people don't want to even look at my art..." It didn't take Dream long to answer, he hated this other man deeply.
"But what do I use?" Dream asked once more. Dream started to put deep thought into his decision on a weapon.
"Doing all this thinking when a knife is a valid option..." Bad mumbled to himself.
"Huh?" Dream asked.
"Nothing." Bad responded. "You're taking too long I'm leaving." He finished.
"Wha- Where are you going?" Dream asked looking towards the demon. The demon just squinted his eyes then turned away, the demon then completely avoided the door and just walked through the wall.

Dreams mouth hung slightly open, stunned at the fact the demon just casually walked through a wall. Dream took a deep breath then went back to thinking. What if I used art tools... Dream thought to mostly himself. Dream couldn't see on the other side of the wall, where Bad was face palming.
"Why do humans now have to be so unbelievably stupid." Bad said and rolled his eyes to his best efforts, since he was without pupils.

"Bad?" Dream called out in his painting studio, his voice slightly echoed by how empty the room was.
"You finally make up your mind?" Bad spoke, Dream looked around for the voice of the demon, for the second time. Bad materialized in front of Dream looking extremely bored. Dream tried to hold back his look of surprise at what the demon could do.
"Well, did you?" Bad asked once more. Dream nodded as his response.
"Well go on! What is it?!" Bad started to sound annoyed at how unnecessarily dramatic Dream was being.
"Oh, I thought for a weapon I could use a clay cutter..." Dream said, finally answering Bad's question.
"Like that wire thingy, with the hand holder pieces on the ends?" Bad said, his tail flicking back and forth in a mix of excitement and annoyance. Dream smiled and nodded quickly, he then dashed out of the room and into his pottery studio.

Frantically Dream looked around the small room. There, his eyes landed on a piece of thin metal coiled up, two pieces of dark wood hung of the ends. Dream quickly grabbed it and started to rub the clay off the wire.

Bad walked through the wall next to the door, looking somewhat excited.
"Why do you feel the need to go through the wall? The doors right there, and it's even open!" Dream said and gestured to the wide open door.  Bad snapped his fingers and the door slammed shut.
"I see no open door." He said. "Now keep cleaning your stupid weapon." He finished, and then started to focus on the weapon Dream held. Dream shoved all thoughts of surprise to the back of his mind, once more.

After a few moments Dream had cleaned all the dried clay off the clay cutter and held it in his hands. Bad reached out his hand to pick up the tool from Dream's hands. The demon's hand passed straight through Dream's and grabbed the weapon right out of the man's fingers. Dream stood there, mildly confused at what the hell just happened, but then decided to watch what the demon would do. Bad stared down at the clay cutter and gripped the two ends in both hands. He pulled it apart to see the wire's full length, then he held the weapon up to his neck and sliced it. First it passed through his neck, then it was behind his neck. The demon put the two ends of the pottery instrument together, then finally crossed the two ends and pulled them opposite directions. Dream stared in awe as the weapon cut through the demon's neck. It was a clean cut and then the wires appeared on the opposite sides of where they started.

"Smooth." Was all the demon said in response to decapitating himself. You could see the clean cut where Bad injured himself.
"Here." The injured demon said, he then handed back the clay cutter to Dream. As Dream stared at the line across Bad's neck it started to knit itself together in front of his eyes. Dream was speechless watching as the line faded and his neck seemed perfectly fine.
"Will you stop staring at me and schedule an appointment with this art critic guy you hate!" Bad yelled. Dream nodded hastily then ran out of the room to grab his phone.

Dream searched up the art critics name and saw where they were reviewing currently. Gladly it was a local museum, only about 30 minutes away from Dream's house. Dream set up the directions to the museum and then shoved the weapon in his back pocket.

"Bad! Let's go cmon!" Dream called for his demon 'friend.'
"Found him already?" The demon's voice rang through the air, but his body not seen.
"Yeah now cmon!" Dream said than ran out of his home.
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