Halloween mcyt short stories

☻ Perfect~Pt.3 ☻

Here's a little drawing of what bad looks like in this. And ngl this story is longer than I expected it to be. Still thou next story I'm thinking skeppy and Bbh will be main characters. Also this is super late chapter sorry ;-; forgot to mention the car that Dream has in this is not the most expensive cause idk any other cars rlly
——
Dream's door slammed shut behind him as he ran out of his home. Dream opened his car door, and slipped inside the dark blue car. When on the way out of his house, Dream grabbed his car keys. The man slipped the keys inside the ignition of the car and turned them. The car turned over once then started up, the engine hummed slightly as it stayed in park.

Dream looked down his driveway through his rear view mirror, then put the car in reverse. Bad materialized once more, this time next to Dream in the passenger seat. Bad's long horns nearly touching the car ceiling; they made their way down the driveway.

As they backed out of the driveway, Bad griped the edge of his seat. The light coming from his eyes seemed to dim a little, Bad's dark tail also started to twitch with nervousness a little. Dream glanced over at Bad for a moment, then focused back on driving the car.

After a small amount of time, they were on the highway, on their way to find the awful art critic. Bad's arms were around his knees, his tail, wrapped cautiously around his legs, as well. The glow in his eyes extremely dim, he looked terrified.
"Bad? Are you scared of cars?" Dream said, stifling a laugh.
"Tch, no." Bad responded, then crossed his arms and placed his legs on the floor. A moment after he settled in the new position, the car hit a small pothole, Bad immediately snapped back into his previous position. Dream laughed
"You're scared of cars!" Dream yelled.
"Am not!" Bad yelled back.

Dream jokingly swerved slightly off the rode, Bad squealed in surprise. Dream was on the verge of wheezing, and Bad, if you looked close enough, was on the verge of tears. Bad took a single, brief, shallow breath, Dream was too busy wheezing to notice though.
"So what if I'm scared of cars! I haven't been in one in a long time." Bad fought back. "At least I don't have half as many embarrassing secrets as you." Bad retorted then smirked, despite not having a visible mouth. Dream immediately shut up, then continued to focus on driving.

After what seemed like an eternity to them, they arrived at the museum. They pulled into the bare parking lot.

"So what now?" Dream asked.
"Are you for real right now? You spent an entire 30 minute car ride, not even thinking about the next step in your plan?" Dream responded by looking at te grown ashamed.
"Just-. You'll think of something." Bad said then started to walk away, towards the entrance to be exact.
"But won't people see you!" Dream called after Bad.
"Nope. They'll just see you, yelling at nothing. Way to give yourself away, sir psycho." Bad responded sarcastically. Dream looked around the parking lot, suddenly searching for people. Gladly, the parking lot was empty besides a few cars, most likely belonging to employees.

The two of them walked into the museum, side by side, weapon in the car. After going through the glass doors, Dream's eyes laid on a desk with a woman sitting there. Her eyes seemed to be glued to her phone, ticket prices listed next to her. As Dream walked forward, her eyes snapped up from her phone.
"Welcome sir! Here to but a ticket I'm assuming?" She said with joy. Dream shook his head.
"Is Mr. Antfrost here right now?" Dream asked.
"You're a moron..." Bad said, but Dream tuned him out.
"Oh! Well you're just in luck. He just got here just a few minutes ago." The woman said.
"May I see him?" Dream asked. The woman clicked her tongue, clearly thinking.
"Alright but here." the woman paused, scribbling at a spare piece of paper. She then handed him the paper, written on it, was her phone number. She quickly winked at Dream, but he didn't catch it, Bad did though. Dream smiled at the lady, then put the paper in his pocket and nodded.

They continued on through the museum entrance.
"Show off." Bad scoffed.
It's not showing off if it's normal. Dream thought to Bad with a smile.
"Be glad I'm helping you, don't push it." Bad answered back. Dream held back his laughter while walking, then he found the man he was looking for.

Dream ran up to the art critic.
"Antfrost!" He called. The critic turned towards Dream.
"Clay?" He responded back. "Didn't I shut you up already with my answer?"
"Yes, but I made my art better! I tried what you said to do and it looks great!" Dream said with fake excitement.
"Oh?" Ant responded.
"My house, 6pm." Dream said calmly. Antfrost nodded in response, and Dream walked away.
"Clever." Bad said.
"I know." Dream said.

The time was creeping closer, and closer, Dream felt extremely nervous.
"This is why you give yourself an easier kill for your first time." Bad said, then sighed.
"What do you mean?" Dream asked back.
"You're going to get so nervous by the time the man gets here, that you can't even pull the weapon out of your pocket." Bad answered back. Dream looked down at his feet, then began to pace his living room. Dream took a deep breath, things are going to go fine. Dream imagined himself with the tool in his hands, man in front of him. It all played out in his head, and it went fine.

A sharp, and annoying knock on his door alerted him. He dashed to the front door of his home. Dream opened the door, to find Ant waiting impatiently on the other side.
"Ah! May I come in?" Antfrost ignored waiting for Dream's response, then came in anyway shoving past Dream. He went to reach for his weapon but realized he didn't put it in his back pocket. Then, a familiar ghost-like hand brushed against his, and then he felt the wire in his palm.

Dream brought to tool around front of him and glanced at his future victim.
"I don't see any art Clay..." Antfrost said sounding annoyed. Dream quickly put the wire around Ant's neck, then, cut. Ant's neck was in two, his head sitting upon a limp body, then, it fell to the ground. His head and body separated, Dream could only smile, Bad could only laugh.

"I did it..." Dream whispered. The blood started to pour out on the floor, it was hypnotic. The only sound in the air was the sounds of Bad's tail whipping back and forth, and the sound of Dream's heavy breathing.
"And so it begins..." Bad commented.
——
1172 words