From Murder to Dust

BW - 1 - Control

Okay..so, I need...a break. My inspiration for these stories has kinda yeeted itself out the door, and I can't write without inspiration. That isn't to say that I won't continue these, but I'm going to focus more on my other stories until I get my inspiration back. So yeah. Expect a Cross-themed oneshot soon, 'cause I have a wonderful idea for one ;3

I might swing another upload before I take a break, but it's highly unlikely..I hope y'all can understand.

With that said, I hope you enjoy this upload!

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Nightmare's gang was doing all right at the moment; we had been working our way out of a rough period, but it was finally ending. Although, it wasn't completely over. We still had to go out every couple days, but we didn't have to go out every day. Today was a day we had to go out, unfortunately, but Nightmare had decided to spice this trip up; we were bringing gasoline. What did gasoline have to do with anything, one might have asked? Explosions. We..really..liked explosions. They just looked so cool! When we reached the universe we were going to terrorize, Killer and I ran straight for Hotland, carrying a ridiculous amount of explosive petrol. It was an unhealthy obsession sometimes, but it was so much fun! When we reached the edge of a path, we set down our flammable gasoline and prepared.

"Wearin' protective gear?" Killer wondered, putting on some goggles.

"Definitely." I put on my own.

"Ready?"

"Ready."

"Let's get a move on!"

Without another word, Killer tossed a barrel of gasoline off the edge, and what an explosion occurred! Papyrus thought my excitement was misplaced, but I couldn't help it! It was all..explodey! I found myself giggling uncontrollably as I pushed another barrel off the edge, producing another large chain of explosions; the residents of Hotland were..not pleased, but we were there to cause chaos! It took half an hour for us to get rid of all the gasoline, but we were happy with our results. When the final explosion ceased, we decided to go find the others and tell them what they had missed, taking off our protective gear. It turned out that we didn't have to look far, since they were right at the entrance to Hotland!

"Heya, Dad!" Killer waved happily, walking up to the others.

"Hello, Killer." Nightmare didn't say that..

"Huh?"

It only took a second before Killer was held down on the ground by Ink; how did he get here?! I rushed to help Killer, but a large wall of bones stopped me..Error's bones? Why would Error block me?! I needed to help Killer! Ink could have been killing him! I tried to attack the bones with my dagger, but that only proved to be ineffective; they weren't coming down. I couldn't get through; I couldn't help him..I should have been able to! I heard struggling from the other side..

"Let me go!" Killer yelled. 

"Stay still, Killer." Ink was doing something! What was he doing to my adopted brother?!

"Get off!" Killer sounded desperate; I had to help him! Why weren't the others doing anything?!

"One more touch, and..finished."

"..." Killer fell silent.

"Killer?!" I tried to get past the wall of bones, to no avail. 

"Don't worry, Dust." Ink's voice was close..as if he were right-

Ink grabbed me from behind and slammed me down on the hard ground; I tried to fight back, resulting in my weapons being thrown into the lava beneath us. Ink pulled out a paintbrush as he held me down, and he tipped it with..light pink? Without warning, he plunged it into my soul. It hurt worse than I would have expected, but I soon realized that he wasn't trying to kill me, if that meant anything. After a second of pain, I felt strangely..light? I found myself incapable of struggling; it wasn't worth it. There was no pain..I giggled a bit; I had never felt like that before. I..liked it. The feeling faded when Ink removed his brush; there was no more paint on it..had he put it in me? I didn't understand. All I knew was that I didn't want to fight anymore; that was fine, since Ink didn't seem like he wanted to fight, either. Everything was fine. Ink stood; I stood, too. Why was Papyrus telling me to do something? Didn't he see that Ink didn't want to fight? Why would I have wanted to fight when there was nobody to fight? That was silly; Papyrus was just being silly. Chara was being silly, too; they were silly ghosts. Ink opened a portal, gesturing for me to walk through; I did so, and the others followed after.