From Murder to Dust

NI - 1 - Revelations

Question: Hmm, I wonder, what will happen once you reach the max chapter limit for this book? ;-; Yeah there is still alot of chapters till then but still I kinda wanna know.Will you like make another book specifically for the shorts?Or smth else :P

Answer: I'll probably make another book :3

Also: I'm surprised nobody has found the fourth wall break in Peace Week..I'll give y'all a hint. The break is in Killer's point of view. Remember that a fourth wall break can be even as small as acknowledging the readers' existence! Good luck :3

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Nightmare. (Ooh, different?)

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Things hadn't exactly been going well. In the past week, Killer had suffered a severe concussion - he was better now, thankfully - Horror had broken his axe again, Cross had been the only one who had been lucky, I had been dealing with the tilted balance, Error had been almost constantly working, and Dust had been knocked unconscious by Ink a few days ago..he still hadn't woken up. It was undoubtedly the worst week ever, and I honestly believed that it couldn't have gotten any worse...there was only one day left, in any case. Nothing else was going to go wrong; I was sure of it. I had just woken up in my- this wasn't my room. The walls were blank..the bed didn't even have any blankets on it..where was I? I must have fallen asleep in a different room; I occasionally did that. I sighed, getting out of the bed and rubbing my eyesocket. I left the room that I had fallen asleep in, turning to walk down the hall. As I walked, I contemplated what we needed to do for the next few weeks; Horrortale's food supply was getting low once more, I needed to check Dust's magic restorer, Error had requested help with some sort of coding issue-

"Hello, Killer." I noticed that one of my sons had come up to me.

"The heck are you?" Killer hadn't used that tone when greeting me before..

"Is there really need to use that vocabulary?" 

"Listen, buddy, I don't know who ya think ya are, but ya ain't gettin' by with a 'Hello, Killer.'"

"Is this some sort of game?" I wasn't quite sure what was going on.

"I think I should be askin' you that, ya overgrown octopus."

"Killer, are you feeling all right? Perhaps that concussion did more damage than I thought.."

I reached a hand to check Killer's temperature, but he quickly swiped it away.

"Don't be touchin' me!" He snapped; perhaps his communicator was malfunctioning.

"Maybe we should just calm down.." I sighed. 

"How'd ya get here?"

"Um..I live here?"

"Last I checked, this was a villain base, not an aquarium. Beat it, unless ya wanna sleep in the basement."

"Killer, are you feeling all right? Perhaps you need to take a nap.."

"All right, octo-dude." Killer pulled out a knife. "Ya asked for it."

"Killer, I don't think you're in your right mind!" 

"Never was, ya tar pit!" Killer slashed at me.

I feared that Killer was having a relapse into insanity..that wasn't good. I attempted to reason with him, but it was of no use. I decided to allow him to knock me out; that might have brought him back to his senses, or, at the very least, one of the others would have realized that Killer wasn't well. In all honesty, I expected to wake up in the living room, or even just on the floor..I had no expectation to end up in a cell in my own basement! That was how I woke, unfortunately, and it occurred to me that I might have misjudged Killer's condition..he was not going to realize that I wasn't a threat to him; I was going to have to wait for one of the others to find me, hopefully before Killer became too much of a problem. In the meantime, I needed a way out of that cell. That seemed easy at first, before I realized that Killer had put me under the influence of a magic suppressor, limiting my abilities infinitely. Well, that was just great. I couldn't even summon my appendages without some form of magic, and they had retracted earlier..that meant that the waiting game was becoming very real. I sighed, leaning against the bars of the cell. I waited for a good half hour before someone came, who I recognized as Cross; he would have been able to clear the entire matter up.