We AREN'T The Star Sanses

Chapter Seven: Don't Do Drugs Kids

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A/N:

*frustrated screaming*
I made this chapter
TWICE.
First the internet went out and it reset (I use a different app for writing)
and the second time my sister thought it would be funny to delete all my tabs and change my computer background to scare me.
....
so um yeah here's my motivation drained but still written chapter!
Also ummm new writing schedule since I'm making a new story thanks to the power of shower thoughts.

Mon: WATSS Chapter
Tues: Oneshot
Wed: WATSS Chapter
Thurs: Remedies Chapter
Fri: WATSS Chapter
Sat: Chapter of my new book :3
Sun: Day off -_-

Of course, this schedule will start after this upcoming Monday because I've already fucked up the schedule by posting this, and the desc of my new book: Breaking Down. Check it out on my profile. Basically it's mainly about Dream, Palette, Gothy (I LOVE GOTHY), Ink and NM. It's very good, so at the very least check out my profile and see the description for it because I plan for it to be very good, but of course it won't be a main series at all (until WATSS ends, which I plan for it to end on the 24/25th Chapter. I have stuff written down for it and everything and BOI IS IT SAD. So yeah. And I'll be listening to every song ever by Set It Off during writing those chapters so I feel sad too! :3

Also ummm after like trying forever to incorporate lustbean into this story I just settled on Horrordust because it's like impossible to incorporate him into this story. Sorry. Also the ship's kinda cute with where I'm heading with it.

Anyways, so um yeah onto the chapter for WATSS today!:

Horror's POV (I can hear your gasps. Yes, a POV my children! And a POV we've never experienced before! Yay!):

I got up off of the floor, but only to go to the fridge, grab whatever I could find, and sit back down again, eating it. I stress eat a LOT, which may not come as a surprise. Since the death of Error, one of my friends, I can't help but eat almost everything to stop the overflowing anxiety, or at the very least to help it. Nightmare, our leader, has seemed incredibly depressed. Error wasn't just one of the strongest teammates we've ever had, but he was everyone's best friend. When Fell and Reaper were part of the gang, before they left, Error was always talking to them, and for some reason he was fine with Fell touching him. We all were best friends, and it hurts so much to not be able to see or hear or talk with him. It sucks, to put it bluntly. Even Nightmare is having trouble with the negative emotions here, I can see from how he taps his foot or fidgets with his sleeves anxiously. That was another reason I had eaten so much. To try and stop my negative emotions and the stress radiating off of me for Nightmare in the form of eating. It did help a little, but not much and definitely not enough. I sigh and look at Killer, who had fallen asleep next to Nightmare, having cried himself to sleep. Killer was in a fetal position, hugging himself tightly for comfort or warmth. He was whimpering something in his sleep, and every now and then Nightmare would pet his skull so Killer wouldn't whine. Behind me was Cross, who was still crying and talking to something despite his voice being muffled and him laying on his stomach, face on the floor and limbs sprawled out like a starfish in a puddle of his own tears. I couldn't see or hear what he was talking to, I only heard Cross' voice, but it seemed to be a two-way conversation. I felt uneasy listening to it and looked back to stare at my feet, continuing to eat despite a little voice in my head warning me that I was too full and I would become fat if I continued, but honestly? I didn't frickin care, so frick off, conscious. I looked at the stairs, which led to a second floor where we all had our rooms, or shared rooms in some cases like with Killer and Cross and Dust and Error. But Nightmare and I got our own rooms because he was the boss and I talk in my sleep and snore VERY loudly. Speaking of Dust and Error up there, Dust was in his room, well it was Error's room too, but not anymore, grieving while holding Error's scarf, much like how Nightmare was grieving over his jacket. As if Nightmare could read my mind, he had turned to look at me and asked if I could check on Dust. I nodded, and I could see Nightmare was somewhat worried for Dust. He was worried for all of us, for obvious reasons. I nodded and stood up, and as I left I could feel Nightmare staring at me and back to the pile of food I was sitting next to as if he were feeling sympathy for me. I went up the stairs, staring at my feet as I went up each step, one by one. "One.. two... three.. four.. five.. six... seven... eight... nine... ten... eleven.... twelve... and last step: thirteen." I muttered, counting each step I escalated. I looked up and went to the third room with a dark purple door with a sign on it: "Dust and Error's Room: Knock or be Knocked." I chucked ever so slightly and opened the doorknob to the room, only to jump in surprise immediately after as an unexpected bout of laughing startled me. I narrowed my eyes and shook myself, wondering why I was so startled. Probably because I hadn't expected laughter in this situation.

Trigger Warning: Drug Use and Self Harm! *insert sarcastic yay here* also I have no frickin idea how to write a high person so I just wrote it like he was drunk. Help.

I opened the door and blinked. "Hey Dust? Boss said to check on yo-" but I was interrupted by Dust laughing. But not at, to or with ME, but to something else invisible. I could hear what he was saying, but it was so distorted and messy it took forever for me to find out what he was saying. "heyyYy, nuuu, that's not truueeee! You're a liAR!" Dust was snorting. "nOoo, whyyy would I die, silly billy?" he laughed again. I smelled the air of the room. Crud. I looked behind me and exited the room, closing the door behind me to go down to tell Nightmare. "Hey Boss..." I muttered, "Uhhh I need your help up here." Nightmare sat up quickly, and stood up off of the sofa and walked pretty quickly over to me. I nodded and went upstairs, Nightmare following me. I opened the door again to see Dust continuing to talk nonsense. Nightmare and I, after seeing this, looked at each other with a concerned expression before going over to Dust. I snatched his weed, which is what he was so high off of (It auto corrected to snatched his weave and I can't I'm W H E E Z I N G - ) while Nightmare picked him up with a tentacle. It was only then when I noticed blood (screw logic) on Dust's wrists and a razor under the bed, poorly hidden. I grabbed the razor too, and wondered how many knives he had that I should probably confiscate as well due to this. "Heyyy, whyd you dooo thattt?" Dust asked, pouting before shouting out in glee at being picked up. "Wheeee!" he exclaimed, laughing. Nightmare facepalmed and growled but if you looked at him anyone could see he was worried. Nightmare sighed before looking at Dust. "Okay, we're going on a ride down the stairs, okay? And then we'll be talking to some super cool skeletons, but we need you to be quiet, okay?" Nightmare said, speaking to Dust as if he were a child. Dust nodded before continuing to chuckle. I facepalmed with Nightmare before we went down the stairs. Killer and Cross had woken up when I had asked Nightmare to come up, and they took one look at Dust before looking at each other. I grabbed the trash and threw the weed in the trash, growling at it, before going over to Nightmare as he questioned me. I just shrugged and said the same answer: "I dunno." How did he expect me to know everything? I saw as much as him! I get he's worried for Dust, but I am too! Nightmare sighed. "I'll put something on TV and you can watch Dust. I need to talk to Cross and Killer, okay?" he said. I nodded as Nightmare placed Dust on my lap and exited the room, a tired Killer and a moping Cross in tow. As Nightmare left the room the incredibly high Dust decided to hug me and lay on my lap while I put on a Disney (don't sue me over a gay skeleton fanfiction, Disney. I do not own Disney as a company or whatever. Just don't sue me.) movie of some sort. I looked down at Dust who was clinging onto my chest and muttering something inaudible, half asleep already. I smiled slightly before resting an arm on Dust's back, gently petting him to comfort him or whatever. I looked down at his wrists and him overall and my smile faded. He was a mess, we all were. I sighed and spoke up, "Don't do that to yourself." Dust turned to look at me with hurt eyes. "Why?" he asked before pressing his face against my chest. I looked at him again. "Because it's harmful to you, and you're amazing the way you are." I said, looking up at the TV for a second. He twitched a little. "But Glitchy's goneeee and he's not coming backkkk...." he whined. I sighed. "Sometimes those we love and care for do that, no matter how much we don't like it. Dust, you're special to me, to all of us. Don't hurt yourself EVER or tell yourself you should." I said, hugging him a little. He just nodded, probably almost fully asleep. I looked back down at him and stroked his back, eyes closed.

Ink's POV:

I looked up at the painted white ceiling fan, watching it spin around and around in circles. I stared up at it with an emotionless expression. I had stabbed myself with pencils and even a kitchen knife, scraped myself and cut myself, hoping to feel something, but nothing. Just nothing. I could feel nothing, which is a good thing because if I could, the fear I would feel would be overwhelming. Blue and Shattered were fighting, stabbing each other and wounding each other greatly, which just isn't LIKE them. It's NOT them. But then again, what's new? I'm not myself anymore. I know it and I accept it, I'm one with HATE. I sigh, and look over at a knife to stab myself with, to hopefully FEEL something. But I didn't even have to touch the knife to feel something. Pain. I would be excited if I could be, or glad in some emotionless way I was feeling something, but what I was feeling was unbearable. I turned my head for a split second before the agony filled my skull to the brim with suffering. I felt something rise up in my throat and I turned around just in time for the ink I was throwing up to not touch the covers of my bed, though it hurt to move, especially that much. I looked down at the puke, eyes widening in surprise before I yelled with an agonizing tone, "DREAM!" a few minutes (sure know how to take your sweet time, guys-) later, Dream and Blue entered the room, growling. "What IS it, Ink-" said Shattered, but once his eyes met my actions, he stepped back in surprise. I felt a crushing, agonizing pain in my non-existent soul, and I couldn't help but pray for this to be over soon. Shattered looked at Blue, and their gazes met for a split second before both at once they ran away from my room, leaving me in agony, alone, by myself. I should have known. Some friends they are. My thoughts were cut off my me collapsing onto my bed in a puddle of ink and horrible pain.

and lastly.... Dream's POV:

"INK!" I yelled, but of course it wasn't aloud. Nothing I said was said out loud anymore. I could do nothing, I was a prisoner in my own mind, a slave to Shattered. I could do nothing at all but watch what was going on to stop myself from losing my already slipping sanity. I could feel, hear, smell, see and hear everything going on, but my words and actions were not mine. I could only observe Ink's horrible state. Unlike Blue and I, Ink was not taken over by a force he cannot control. He was still him thanks to his soullessness, which is why it took so much HATE to get him to turn like this. The... the parasites controlling us controlled everyone here but Ink, who had TURNED into what he was. Hopefully, however, this would mean it would be easier for brother and his friends to save us. At the mere thought of my brother, guilt crushed me. My brother hated me already, and Error, his best friend was now dead thanks to me. Their plan wasn't to save us, it probably never was. It was to kill us and end this madness. It was my fault everything had happened to begin with: it was my fault Nightmare had even turned evil, it was my fault this was happening, it was my fault Error was dead, it was my fault Ink was now like this. It was probably payback for when Nightmare had eaten the apple, honestly. And I deserved it. Now I feel the pain Nightmare had felt, the horror of being corrupted and hurting those you know and love. I still remember the overwhelming shock when I had forced the HATE onto Ink and sent him to kill Error, to return with both of the black-boned skeleton's dusty slippers. Everything was going wrong, and right now? Dream just couldn't wait any longer for Nightmare to end this all.

A/N: I FINISHED THIS AT 1PM! WHOOOO!

And I fell asleep so I didn't post until 3am :/ oof-

- Gecko Out!