From Murder to Dust

31 - Unexpected

No, no, no. The question wasn't how he got here. The question was why he came here, and possibly more important than that, what were we going to do with him? We could make up as many reasons as we wanted concerning the way he got here, but the fact remained that he was here, and we had to do something about it.

It started out as a normal night, with Killer running me and Cross around the house with his lightning-fast speed that even Cross had a tough time catching up with. I had been with Nightmare's gang for three years and ten months when the incident occurred, and it seemed like nothing new was happening; how wrong I was! Killer zoomed us through the house, not missing a step and not tripping over anything: he even successfully dodged Nightmare when he was turning a corner with a book in his hand; this was Killer's favorite game (other than backgammon and AU chase, of course), and he was a master at it. He ran us up and down the corridors, with Paps and Chara having already given up following us. Killer even managed to be graceful when running up and down flights of stairs, which Cross and I really appreciated, since we didn't want to be crushed to bits. We actually enjoyed this game, but we probably wouldn't have been telling Killer that, or he'd have wanted to play it all the time. We were only halfway through the game when Killer came to a sudden stop in front of the living room, obviously in shock at something. When Cross and I looked out from behind him, there was a moment of silence.

Nightmare's brother Dream was lying on the living room floor, passed out.

Killer wasted no time, heading straight for the string that was connected to the bells that lined the halls and pulling it, forcing a ring to permeate through the house. Before a minute had been allowed to pass, Nightmare was seen coming down the hall. He didn't see his brother when he reached us.

"What's the problem?" He asked. 

"I dunno how to explain this, so just take a look!" Killer gestured towards the passed out skeleton.

Nightmare's eyelight widened, showing the shock he was in, but we also knew that his mind was working; that didn't mean we waited for him, though.

"What are we gonna do?!" Killer was worried, and quite possibly having an episode.

"We should think about this logically." Nightmare had made up his mind. "He can't survive the amount of negativity surging through our house; we need somewhere that has positivity."

"What about Killer's emotion room?" I suggested. "You can create artificial positivity there, right?"

"Good thinking, Dust. We need to take him there immediately."

"C-come on, I'll g-get his left arm." Cross volunteered.

"Yes, we need to hurry." 

We lifted the unconscious skeleton up off the ground and carried him to Killer's emotion room, where he would often go to stabilize his erratic emotional instability. It actually looked like another normal bedroom, except for the fact that it had a panel on the wall which could fill the room with different emotional feelings; I didn't fully understand it, but Nightmare made it himself, which was impressive. Nightmare had also been working on an addition to Killer's communicator that would produce the same effect, but he could take it with him instead of having to sit in an isolated room, waiting for his emotions to return to a relative normal; I believed he was almost finished with it, if not already done. We set Nightmare's brother on the bed in the corner then watched as Nightmare adjusted some settings on the panel. Before long, a calm feeling of positivity flooded the room, but Nightmare could stand this; it was his magic, after all.