It had been three months since the opposition against my family began; we weren't doing good. We had all suffered broken bones and bruises from this, and it just seemed to be getting worse; we would endure, but it would be hard. At the moment, we were preparing to go out once more, and we were dreading it a bit. Before long, Killer had about twenty knives ready, Cross had mentally prepared himself, Horror found his axe, Nightmare had the medical supplies on standby, Papyrus is the best, and I was ready for battle. Error was going to meet us in the universe, which we were okay with; he sometimes did that. We entered the portal hesitantly, but we made it. The universe was a bit of a darker one; we had the advantage in darker ones most of the time, but not always. We began to do our job, and we continued for twenty minutes before our adversaries showed up; we silently hoped they were just here to admire the scenery, but that was obviously not the case. We prepared ourselves for a tough battle, which no doubt lay ahead, as Ink stepped up and gave his age-old phrase.
"Nightmare and gang!" Ink yelled. "Leave this AU, or we will use force!"
"Not a chance." Nightmare stated; we hadn't had enough time to restore the balance.
"Brother, please!" Dream pleaded. "It doesn't have to happen like this!"
Nightmare said nothing.
"Then we'll fight." Ink was ready.
Battle broke out once more, and we split into our groups; Nightmare fought Dream; Killer, Horror, and Error fought the swap brothers; and Cross and I handled Ink. The first half hour was pretty normal; we could push through that. It was in the second half of the first hour that the other side pulled ahead once again. Nightmare was evenly matched with Dream, which led to no problems with them. Cross and I were being slightly overpowered by Ink, which was normal - he was the Protector of Alternate Universes. Killer and Error were dealing with the swapped Sans together for a moment, which meant Horror was fighting the swapped Papyrus; that wasn't the best thing ever. It only got worse when the swapped Papyrus injected Horror with something that made him incapable of fighting; he fell. It actually looked incredibly painful, and I was surprised the swapped Papyrus would do something like that; I hoped Horror would be all right. The battle continued, and we couldn't stop and stare. Ink seemed unusually excited today; he looked very happy as he swung his brush at Cross and me - I took notice of that, but I couldn't focus on it because the battle was moving too fast.
When the battle reached the forty-five minute point, something unfortunate happened. Error was pinned by a couple bones, and he received the same injection as Horror, causing him to lose consciousness; I was a bit worried about what it could have been if it put Error out of commission that fast. Killer was now alone against the swap brothers, and he would be receiving no help unless Cross and I could defeat Ink somehow. Nightmare seemed to still be evenly matched with Dream, but we were losing. Within ten minutes of Error's fall, Killer was brought down as well; that wasn't good. I was beginning to despise that needle. Cross and I used as much teamwork as we possibly could to defeat the trio, but we only managed to knock out the swapped Sans; this enraged the swapped Papyrus, who managed to separate Cross and me, leaving me with Ink. After seventy minutes of strenuous battle, I noticed that Nightmare had fallen; I didn't realize that before. In the split second that I had taken to process that information, Ink took the chance to seize one of my arms; he had a ridiculously strong grip, and I was forced to drop one of my knives.
Ink had a sadistic smile lighting up his expression as he assisted the swapped Papyrus in taking out Cross, all the while crushing my left forearm with his bare hand. I couldn't struggle; it was of no use. Cross was quickly pushed out of the battle and received the same injection as the others, going unconscious. Ink and the swapped Papyrus soon looked to me, and I was forced to the ground. That injection hurt worse than a broken bone. In my last moments of consciousness, I heard a portal opening beneath me; I hoped it was good news. I had a very pleasant dusty nightmare as I slept, and it soothed my arm greatly; I believed Ink fractured something with his grip - I hoped it wasn't true. I enjoyed watching the dust swirl around in my dream; that was nice. When I finally awoke, I had a huge headache; that wasn't nice. I rubbed my skull in an attempt to ease the pain; it helped a little, and I noticed that my arm was thankfully unbroken - that was good. I yawned and stretched for a while before thinking of getting up; I was too tired, and the living room floor was decent enough after battle. As I turned over, I noticed that my jacket seemed more comfortable than it usually was; it almost felt like a blanket: warm, soft, large-
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From Murder to Dust
FanfictionIt wasn't as if he didn't care for them. He did. That's why he did it, after all. He couldn't watch them suffer, so he did something about it. Dust Sans story with Nightmare's gang.
