When actually, being the destroyer was just a temporary job.

40. It's so dark tonight but you'll survive certainly

Ink looked back nervous as he followed behind Horror.
He felt the negativity wrapped around its territory in protection.
If he caused a scene, would the walls fall to catch him in his demise?
Oh, wouldn't that be a laugh for those hated him?
Ink rubbed his sockets with his hands and tried to focus on something else, like the footsteps Horror made.

Then, he found them stopping.
Ink blinked.
"Horror."
The king of the castle had been waiting for them.
Horror bowed.
Ink ungracefully followed his actions.
"...Why is the artist with you?"
Nightmare asked.
"He wanted to come."
Horror said with a shrug.
Nightmare narrowed his sockets.
Then he made a beckoning gesture.
It called someone out from the shadows.
Had they been there the whole time?
Ink watched with curiosity as the figure that had been hidden by the darkness came to light.
Wait, that fluffy x...
Cross.
When did he know how to hide in the shadows?
Wow, so many things he didn't knew was coming out!
Ink rubbed his fingers nervously behind his back.
He wanted to say something, but Nightmare was faster.
"Foolish creator. I know your purpose for daring to come inside my domain again.
You came here to fulfill your curiosity with one of my subjects."
Nightmare asserted with a sneer.
"What do you mean by that?"
Ink questioned.

Nightmare ignored him and turned to face the one who was right next to his side.
"Choose your decision. Your place will not change, no matter what you do."
Nightmare claimed.
For those who were his, they shall remain his.
Forever tainted by him and him only.
Because unlike the morning's light, the night's darkness does not let his fall into their bright dreams.

"I'll be back, my king."
Cross spoke.
He bowed with his hands folded together.
How polite.
The others should learn his example.
Nightmare lifted off the frown on his face.
"As you should be, my guard."
He turned his back.
"Ink. Follow me."
Cross said and beckoned the mentioned artist.
Nightmare watched as the two disappeared from the room.

They walked together silently.
This was definitely not the most comfortable silence, Ink thought.
They arrived at a door that had a sign that said 'Cross's room.'
Ink almost threw up.
He was going into Cross's room!
Cross looked back at him with a weird face before opening the door.

A sight of a well...pretty normal room was in front of them.
But there were personal things that spoke Cross's personality and life was also there.
For an example, there was a heavy looking barbell on the floor.
Oh! And a soft taco plushie on the bed.
Ink wanted to touch it.

"Ink, no."
Cross murmured as he went inside his room.
Ink seemed to listen and stopped from reaching his fingers out for something.
Cross did not want to know what that something was.
The last time he knew, it had become a chaotic mess.