"Killer? What's happening..."
Dust stared at the scene infront of him. "-here...?"
He had to blink a few times before coming to accept the scene infront of him. Error was standing, a sword retracted and one foot at the ground the other on Ink's back. Ink was simply doing nothing. Just kneel on all fours and do nothing. He wore ragged clothes while Error wore his usual one. What was this sick joke? Did Ink lost a bet? Dust looked at Killer expectantly, looking for answers.
Killer's face stayed blank. "I know."
Dust decided that he should do something about this. "Okay, Error. Please step down from Ink. Don't use him as a footstool."
Error glared at him, glitches dancing around his frame and how was he able to touch Ink? "Do not presume to command me, Fifth."
Dust was lost for words at least. He didn't know what the other was babbling about. Killer was broken out of his shock trance and began laughing as he processed the words.
"Haha-! He- He look at you like a maggot!" Killer wiped away an invisible tear. "Now, Error. Just stay away from Ink and we should be fine."
Error only frowned. "Him?"
"Yes, who else? Or is there another version of Ink that let's himself be a carpet other than a footstool?" Killer said as he crossed his arms, mocking him as he craned his neck as if he was looking for other versions of Ink.
Error only blinked at him. "I have not yet given it a name."
Dust shivered as he looked at the Guardian of Creation trapped under the Destroyer. Blank white eye lights and emotionless expression was displayed as he stared then he averted his gaze away.
"May I ask where is this place, Second?" Error asked in that... noble like voice.
"Uhh... in the Doodle Sphere? His home?" Killer pointed at Ink as he tried to ring any bells for the other.
Error only gave him another confuse look. "My slave lived in my tower not in this... spacious land."
The two other occupants looked at each other for a long time before they came in a silent agreement.
"Let me just... we're just going to discuss something, don't move, understood?" Killer said as he laid a hand on Dust's shoulder to usher him to turn around.
"Yes, Second General." With that, Killer turned around.
"What should we do?" He whispered to Dust.
"What we are suppose to do. Bring him to Nightmare." Dust whispered back.
"Bring him like that? Like he smoked some weed?" Killer hissed.
"Not 'smoke some weed', Killer. More like 'he's thinking he's from another AU'."
"Maybe he is!"
"I don't know! We're just here to follow Nightmare's orders!" Dust defended.
Killer went silent for a minute before he slowly turned around to tell Error the news. "Alright, Error. We should go to Nightmare and- shit."
There was a portal at the floor and Error and Ink stupidly fell right through it. Ink followed right after Error and that was stupid. Are they running away? Did Killer just said stupid twice? Because it really was.
They both sprinted towards the glitching portal at the floor of the Doodle Sphere where it quickly closed infront of them and Error and Ink were nowhere to be seen.
"Oh... shit." Killer whispered to himself as he stared at where the portal had been.
"Shit indeed." Dust agreed.
"Think we can dig our grave here?" The tear streaked skeleton asked.
"Send him my last will before then." Dust mumbled as he gave a worried look.
They both looked at each other before calling out their leader's name in a not-so-enthusiastic, drawned out voice.
"Nightmareee!"
---|---
Ink would admit that holding a spear was like handling Broomy. He could spin it around his hand as easily as it could. He just had to be careful not to make it obvious he could use half of the weapons here. He was not that familiar with guns but he doubted that they'll let them use those. He hadn't seen many gun users here and so far, only Martial.
His wondering was answered as gunshots rang through the distant military camp away from them.
He's not complaining. He faced his partner which was Lust and boy, was he silent. He tried asking before they started their duel but Lust kept silent. The other was constantly using lethal moves right at him.
I should calm down. I don't even know if he's trying to kill me.
Ink reassured until he let out a yelp as the blade from Lust's own spear almost stabbed his skull. He horizontally held his own and blocked it upwards. He used Lust's distraction at his block to land a hit on the assassin's side. After that, the other stumbled a few distance before he recovered and rained Ink down with blows.
HE'S TRYING TO KILL ME!
Lust wasn't holding back and at this rate, it was plainly obvious he could use the spear. If the other wasn't trying to eliminate him, he won't be giving him a menacing look and keeping his pretend in check. Stars, he's going to get killed without knowing why.
The slaves were looking, the soldiers were staring. One of them already run off to look for either of the Generals. Ink hid his skills good by trying to dodge shakily or tripping on his feet to get away. He rolled away when the spear started piercing his previous locations.
Ink returned to his feet and blocked the other yet again. They were caught in a lock and Ink decided that it was the best moment to ask.
"Lust! What are you doing?! Everyone's staring!" He whispered-yelled to the other.
The other didn't answer as they both looked at each other. Ink with panic and Lust with killing intent. Ink played the victim by his expression and faltering stance.
Martial and Killer arrived at the scene with Martial's wingman. He stood to see Lust, Horror's 'whore' as Killer call him, attempting to kill Ink, Error's 'puppet' as Second once again dubbed. Martial glared at Killer who only watched the exchange with interest. Second looked at him.
'Stop them.' Martial ordered.
"I am quite enjoying the squabble, I'm afraid." The tear-streaked skeleton answered.
Without another word, Martial pulled out his rifle from his back and shoot by the two's feet.
Ink and Lust kept it up until a warning shot was blasted on their feet. It broke the other two off. Was Ink unlucky or what?
Martial stomped right infront of them and that was when Ink noticed the cat monster beside him. She wore the same military outfit as Martial so he assumed that the woman came from a special troop lead by the boy.
