The Missing Link (Unfortunately incomplete)

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Thursday: Ink's P.O.V. (pt 2)

"What are you doing here?" I spat. "Oh?" he said, faking a hurt tone, "I'm not allowed to visit my favorite do-gooders?" There was a danger in his voice, telling me this definitely won't end well. "Stop it, Night," Dream urged, you'll be out numbered 4-1. Give it up before things get messy!" "Oh, dear brother, I'm afraid you've got it all wrong. You see, I'm not the one in danger," he snickered as Dust and Horror stepped out from behind him. "NigHt," Error growled, as he stepped from a portal" "w-wHat Do yOU waNt?" He was alone. Why didn't he get Blue or Classic for backup? Nightmare's gaze settled on Error. He walked to him and lifted his chin with a finger, "If it isn't the back stabbing traitor. How have you been, you know, betraying me and all that, ha ha." He was teasing us, I noticed, the sarcasm in his voice thick, like a pit of tar.

"ThaT dIDn't aNswER my QuestIon, pAl." Error's voice was mad and hostile, something that would send a chill down anyone's spine. I looked over at my boyfriend's face, this was the first time I've heard him use that tone in a long time. A pang of guilt struck me as I realized something: Error only used that tone when we would stop him from destroying an AU. But now, it's aimed toward someone else. An old ally. Someone he knew. Someone trying to attack me. Us. Our family. I looked down. Error's arm in front of me, shielding me from anything. He'd already given so much for me. 'God, I love this goober so much,' I thought, 'I must make sure he's safe.'

"Woah, buddy, I didn't come here to fight, though, I will if it's necessary, more like...a proposition," he raised his hands in a way a fugitive would in front of a cop. I didn't like this. Something else was going on. Error could sense it too, probably better than anyone. "We dOn'T wAnT tO heAR iT-," I tugged on his shirt, cutting him off, giving a look; let him talk. "WhAt do YoU hAve In miND?," reserve still in his tone. "Your... 'little girl', she interests me." Little girl? KC? I don't like where this was going. What does he want with her? "How about this," he continued, "You hand her over, and I'll leave you alone. No more pestering, no more torture, no more fighting we'll completely disappear off the map." "What's in it for you?" Dream asked, skeptically, "what would you want with her?"

'Why does it matter?' I wondered, angry, 'Nightmare wants our kid! How are you considering this?' "As I said, she intrigues me, I simply wish to find what she is capable of," he spoke quickly, like an excited child in a candy store. But it wasn't an object, it wasn't a kid, this was a grown man asking for a person. A living thing. An evil-doer asking for basically a child to do who knows what to. Dream was about to speak but I didn't care, "No." "Sorry, Doll, I'll only offer this once, after that, things will get a whole lot worse for you. I suggest you jus-" "No." I repeated, "you will never take her away from us." I whipped out my paintbrush and readied myself for a fight, "Not when I can help it." Nightmare tisked and shook his head. "Why must things always result in violence? Oh, well," tentacles shot towards me.

Error teleported us out of the way. "Nightmare, stop, this is very unnecessary!" Dream shouted, raising his bow. "Why yes it is," Nightmare stated flatly as he picked up Dream and tossed him out of the way. "There are other ways to solve this...'predicament'." He looked directly at me as he said this. I'd had enough of this. I jumped up and splashed paint on the closest opposer to me, Dust. It was red paint, stuff that burns on impact. Dust screamed and his knees buckled. Horror ran at me and swung his axe, I blocked it with my paintbrush, but he spun around and kicked me across the "floor". My skull throbbed as I crashed to the ground. I saw Error clashing with Nightmare, Dream still lying unconscious. At least the were leaving him be. I tried to sit up, but once I tried to move, pain shot up the left side of my rib cage, where Horror had kicked me. I wanted to lay back down. Too fall into the comforting darkness of unconsciousness.

No P.O.V.

'I can't,' Ink told himself, 'Error needs me, Dream needs me. I have to help.' With a sharp breath he hoisted himself up. Just in time to see Dust summon bones around. Ink jumped up and the bones hurdled toward where he was standing. He slapped him with purple paint this time. "How weak," Dust teased, "was this supposed to do something?" "Don't get cocky." He snapped his fingers and the paint turned into chains. "What the hell?" Dust yelled. Ink ran to help Error. His strings were everywhere. "Error!" he yelled. Error ducked just in time for Ink to fling more paint at NM. He moved out of the way, though. Nightmare picked them all up. "I'll ask nicely one more time," he said through clenched teeth.

"You're sick," Ink yelled, "I said no! So fuk off!" Error looked at Ink, startled, he barely ever used that language. "Fine," he said. He dropped Error and Dream, "Hey, Traitor, I'll be taking this then, if you don't mind." "Error!!," Ink screamed, but it was too late. Just like that, Night, Dust and Horror were gone. "InkKkkK!!," Error yelled after him. 'I have to find him.' He rushed to Dream. "BuDdY, wakE Up," he shook Dream a little. Dream opened his eyes. "WE'Ve GotTa gO," Error urged, "NOW!" "I can't," Dream choked out. "ThEy TOok InK!" Error yelled desperately. "I can't move. I'm s...i-I'm sorry. Leave me," Dream was fighting to stay conscious. "I'lL go GeT heLp," Error said standing up. Dream gave a weak nod. "I'll Be rIGhT baCk, i ProMIsE." Dream sank into quiet darkness.

I done finished. Yay. Done. How was it? Hope it was good, i wanted it to be very drama. Very drama. Okey bye.