Chains of Negativity

Chapter 15

*steals right sock* òwó

Cross had Ink in his arms, them both in a peaceful sleep. Ink was wrapped in a blanket so Cross didn't have to touch his naked icky body. That was sus, a little homosexual of them, just a tad gay. Ink didn't have socks on so they needed protection from the gay.

Ink slowly began to wake up, stretching and punching Cross in the face. Cross yelped and held the area Ink stuck.

"Oh my stars, I'm not sorry- that was so funny" Ink began to laugh.

"You're an ass," Cross said, but he smiled and held no weight behind his words.

He kept rubbing his face, hoping to get the sting out. Then the door slammed open. They both jumped and Cross moved the blankets out of their way. They both saw Nightmare standing there, looking down at them darkly.

"Cross. Out," A grumpy Nightmare ordered.

It was clear he was up all night. Pulled an all nighter. Night pulled an all nighter. Such a funny sentence. It was nothing new for him, but he was obviously not happy on top of that, and the lack of sleep was not helping his cause. Cross hugged Ink before quickly and whispered a small apology. He then left the room, leaving the two men alone.

"So . . .Dream? He was so excited to get you back. Even got you a shock collar!" Nightmare faked enthusiasm.

"Night. . ." Ink sighed and laid back down.

He didn't wanna hear it. He couldn't hear it. Then the shock collar went off, making Ink jump. He sat back up and looked up to Nightmare. It didn't hurt, he'd turned the settings down again, but the jolt of electricity still sucked and forced his attention.

"Do you like Dream's little present? He was going to use this at the base. He was going to hurt you into obeying. Does that sound like a good guy thing to you?" he fake pouted.

He made his way over to Ink, bending over. He wiped away a tear-that Ink didn't realise was there-away.

"You're safer with me."

Ink smoothed out his little nightdress that Nightmare gave him. It was a soft cream colour, leaning into brown, that had ruffles on the wrists and skirt hem. He looked like a little doll.

He had to run to catch up to Nightmare, who had already left the room. He began to stumble slightly, lacking balance with the lack of toes, but was caught by Nightmare before he managed to topple over.

"Get it together," Nightmare lightly scolded.

"You cut my toes off? I can't walk?" Ink asked, confused more than anything.

Nightmare ignored him and sat him on the couch next to a sleeping Dust. Ink immediately stiffened, feeling threatened by the sleeping man. Though Dust slept like a rock, and generally wasn't one to attack right after he woke up.

"Oh would you relax," Night groaned and walked away.

Ink looked around the room, seeing Error embroidering in the corner. His breath hitched and he felt more unsafe. But when he saw Errors big goofy glasses he began to calm a bit. He wasn't in defence mode. Honestly, he looked calmer than Ink had ever seen him. Error looked up from his embroidering for less than a second and made eye contact with Ink before returning his eyes to the task in front of him.

"Kinda surprised he let you out of that room," he commented. "Didn't think he would."

"Yeah. Me either," Ink answered softly. o"What are you embroidering?"

"Flowers."

Error continued to make french knots as the silence overtook the room again. A while passed before another word was said.

"You look like a doll," He commented. "It's cute."

"Thanks?" Ink responded.

It was weird. Last time he had seen Error on the battlefield, he ripped Inks arms off. The last thing Ink expected was compliments.

"I think we got that dress of a teddy bear." He smirked.

Annnd back to the rude. What a surprise /s.

Nightmare came back into the room at one point, standing in front of.

"Making friends?" He teased

He grabbed Ink under his arms and put him over his shoulder like a sack of potatoes. He left the room with Ink and ordered Error to wake up Dust and for them to both meet him in the throne room with the others. Error begrudgingly agreed, but even if he didn't he would have no choice as Nightmare was already gone.

He carried Ink to the throne room and dropped him onto the floor next to his throne before sitting on it himself. Ink crossed his legs and leaned back against the colt mix of what he could only assume was metal and concrete, though that made no sense.

"What are we doing?" Ink asked, looking up at Nightmare.

"We are talking over another mission. You are going to sit quietly and be good." Nightmare said, not bothering to look down at him.

"But I'm boooored."

"Get over it."

"But can't I do something?" he whined.

Nightmare sighed in annoyance and looked down at his pleading look. He tossed some paper and crayons down to Ink before starting the meeting. Ink didn't pay attention, he laid on his tummy and began to draw. The dull crayons made it hard for him to draw professionally, so he decided just to have fun. Little blobs of colour with smiley faces would do for the day.

Before he even knew it the meeting was over and Nightmare lifted him up again, this time with his tentacles. He managed to grab onto the crayon before he was picked up and Nightmare walked away with Ink safely in his grasp. They walked back to his their room and Nightmare placed him down into the comfort of the blanket fort.

Nightmare tried to walk away, but Ink grabbed onto the bottom of his pants. He turned around and looked down at him with an annoyed glare.

"What?" he asked harshly.

Ink shrivelled a little bit under his glare and harsh tone. But he still picked up the piece of paper he had been drawing on throughout the meeting and offered it up towards him. Nightmare took it from his hands and Ink immediately lit up from how he accepted the gift. Dream never took his drawings, he barely even looked at them.

"What is this?" Nightmare asked, more confused than anything.

"It's for you!" Ink said happily.

"Oh," Nightmare simply said, looking down at Ink's excited face. "Well... thank you."

He honestly had no idea what to do, Nightmare had probably never been gifted anything in his life. He pulled his pants away from Ink's grasp and put the drawing on his bedside table while he tried to figure out what to say or do.

"Goodnight!" Ink said happily as he cuddled into the pillows and blankets around him.

"Yes. Uhm, goodnight." Nightmare replied, using a tentacle to flick the light switch off.