when porcelain shatters

Forest fields

dreams POV

A week has passed. Ink has been restless. Not sleeping, unless I make him, not eating unless I make him, you get the picture.
I hold him a bit closer on a soft brown sofa, watching a random show i put on. Seemed like a musical.
Blue was enjoying it, singing along in the kitchen as he cooked. Cute.

Ink begins to wiggle a bit, and I snap my attention to him. Hes refused to speak since the last incident. Only at night he screams. He screams thier names.

It wasnt even that long. How can he have Stockholm or emotional attachment. Or could it be more of a dependence to them? But what could they do that we cant.

I sigh and rub Inks back, trying to comfort him. He tries to get away, but the porcelain made it difficult for him. He falls on the ground and a small shattering sound is heard.
I pick him up and look as he pushes away. Theres a small shatter on his chest. Not just the porcelain, his bone had shattered too. Surprising.
That plan is out then. I'll let Sci know.

"hold still" he catch him by his pants as he tries to go again.
I get him from the waist and knees, carrying him back.

"dinners ready" Blue shouted and brought it into the living room. Placing plates on the coffee table.

I set ink on my lap and begin to coax him into eating.
I can see why hes angry.

The screen goes black as Blue puts on the next show for us. Ink isnt even paying attention.
This is not my Ink. It breaks my heart.

Hopefully when he regains control he'll get back to his normal self. I'm not ready for it. I'm protective of them. If he could stay like this and happy I would be so happy.
But it's a selfish wish. Ink is miserable.

I want him to love us again

Nightmare pov

I sit in the room we made for Ink, holding the small doll. It was starting to rip in areas. Oh well.

A notification pings and I get up. Dream has put Ink to sleep again.

I smile and go in. Whenever hes asleep I have access to his memories. Anything I want to do I can do. Hes at the most venerable. 
I cant wait to see the look on dreams face. When he finds out he was not only allowing it to happen, but forcing it upon ink. A rush of joy shutters through me thinking of it.

I slowly walk through the field of memories that make up Ink. They dangle from the forest of trees. Just swaying slowly in the wind. The wind is as calm as Ink is. If he panics, a storm will form. Sometimes memories get blown and shattered that way, being forgotten.
Slowly, I decide on one. I only do one a night.

It's a memory of a corn maze. I smile and tap it, filling it full of fear.
The glass surrounding it turns a purple hue. Some parts change of it, dream pushes him down a hill, Blue yells. Amazing.

I put my hands behind my back and walk through the field. Invading his privacy once again. Maybe I'll stumble apon Ink again. I'd like that.

Being in his head puts him in a trance of fear. It makes me hungry for more. I dont care how cliche it is. Someone with such high hope pegged down with fear and pain is the best food I could ask for.

I watch a few of the memories. Ink is a fascinating person. So many things happened to him. So many things hes never shared. So many lies hes told.

They all have a gold hue to them. Even the strings. Of course. Dream would do this to help Ink. They can  be changed easily, which is humorous. Dream would have just done a wave of his hand.
That's the difference. I go in and change them, one by one,  therefore it is harder to get my magic out.
Dream chooses th easier option to persevere Inks privacy and trust. While I corrupt it within.

I get bored after a while and exit the fairy tale style landscape. The one that shows Inks childish and wonderous nature. I get back to the dark castle.

This is more comfortable for me, anyway.
Error comes over, and begs for details of what I've done. I chuckle and explain everything while going through the castle, checking on things. He wishes that he could come in with me. But his magic is not suited for it.
Nothing is out of order. The wall that was broken in Inks escape is already reconstructed. The doors reinforced. The security doubled.
We make it to Inks room again and Error begins to tidy up. Straightening the dress on the mannequin, fixing the sheets. I sigh

"quit that. you're gonna stretch it" I warn. I only get a dirty look as he fixes the shelves next.
I flip my body and lay on his bed, ignoring Errors growling. The ceiling has been painted in a star pattern.  All the consolations, squeezed to fit. More then half are completely wrong. Idoits.

The room has been redecorated to look like Inks memory room. It's my little way to scare him, for when we get him back. To show him what I can do. Error doesnt know. He thought it was an odd design.  I think it suits.

"Let's go" Error says in a gruff voice. I roll my eyes and decide not to fight.

"you sleeping in my room?" I ask him as we exit. His face lights in a soft blue colour.
"sure.. only for you" he nods.
Yeah sure. I smile and put a tentacle around his waist, pulling him closer.

I dont love him as a lover. But a friend. One of the only people I somewhat care about.

I'll make sure to be a bitch tomorrow to balance it out.

Cross is putting candles out in corridor. I let my tentacle slip off his waist and narrow my eyes at the other skeleton. Normally they'd press themselves agasint the wall for me. Cross is a different story. He glares at me as we walk through.
We get past him and I open the heavy door to my room. I strip Error down and put him in my bed while I go take a shower. Everyone who is near me has to be lesser and huminalted somehow.

I slam on the water and watch it pour for a few minutes, collecting steam. The room gets thick and hard to breath in. I finish watching and get into the shower, slowly taking my clothing off. I'll make someone else deal with it.
My head gets pressed on the wall as I think about our next steps. Were going to make Ink run to us. We will not get him.
But how, I'm still wondering. It will work out.

I dont bother cleaning or anything as I get out, soaking the tile floors and drying off.
Theres a cupboard with my clothing in it. I pick a dark blue outfit and tug it on.
Error is sitting up, waiting for me. I sigh and get into the bed, my back to him.
A small whine is heard before he settles back down again. I wait until he sleeps to leave him again.
I go to the balcony, where the sea of trees are visible to me. A strong blow of wind rips through me, making me shudder. I pull the nearest blanket on me. Off of a sofa, near the door.
Now I'm getting worried. On how we will do this. Ink cant move. Dreams ontop of him. All I'm doing is scaring him of the good guys. Maybe if we keep doing this, its gonna work.
It's going to work.

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