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werecat1234 · 6 months ago

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Multiverse Madness Chapter One

Here we go!

The multiverse was a big place. Countless AUs strung up in an almost endless void, like millions of white pages hanging from a ceiling while someone desperately tries piecing together bits of evidence, trying to make an impossible connection. It's all inconclusive though, with no clear answer, just endless harmonic chaos. There's good AUs and bad, positive and negative, complete and abandoned by creators who lost inspiration along the way... and then there's the glitched ones.

Gateways to other realities inside of those altered realities, timelines merging into each other through should-be impossible connections, and even ones glitched from so many Resets that impossible things are made obtainable. One AU in particular, was very unlucky in that regard. It was a genocide loop, a Sans forced to remember timelines over and over, nothing changing, until finally... something happened. Something changed. Something that would effect the entire multiverse in ways no one could predict or expect.

A tear in reality was ripped open, a wormhole that acted as a gateway between multiverses itself, one that would possibly never form again, and the worst possible thing came through that cracked open door just before it could slam shut and become one with the wall again. The Sans of the AU flinched as sparks came from a wall inside Judgement Hall, the sparks every color inside and out of the rainbow, the wall warping and swirling in on itself in a black void, and in a bright burst of energy, everything flashed white...

Sans opened his eye sockets, seeing the place of his soon to be death colored monochrome, all except for him, and something floating in front of him. It was a yellow triangle with one eye and a black top hat, wearing an orange prison outfit, and where the numbers should be was scorched off.

"Hey there, name's Bill Cipher! You wouldn't happen to know where I am, would you?" The triangle asked, voice echoing slightly.

He sounded friendly, but if Sans knew anything, was that that could easily be a trick or an illusion. Flowey was the same way, but Sans knew how filled with bad intentions he was, so this strange triangle could be no different. Something about him didn't feel right..

"uhhh... the underground?" Sans answered like it was obvious.

"What do you mean?" The triangle- Bill- questioned.

"i mean you're in the underground. judgment hall, to be more specific..." Sans replied.

"Huh, looks like I'm in another timeline then, maybe another multiverse! Eat it Axolotl!" Bill started laughing, sounding relieved and insanely gleeful, putting Sans a bit on edge.

He was aware other timelines and realities could be real, even other universes entirely, but if this guy was from another multiverse... that might explain his confusion. Sans had several questions, but right now he needed to try and act casual. If he could do that and act like he wasn't on edge or wary of this guy, maybe he could find something out about him?

Sans looked side to side in confusion and unease, and he asked, "uh... who?"

"Oh nevermind that! Look kid, uh... sorry, I don't think I got your name." Bill trailed off.

"it's sans. sans the skeleton." Sans answered after a moment.

"Sans...." Bill mused to himself, before saying, "Nice to meet you, Sans!"

"yeah..." Sans said, looking down.

Whether or not this guy was trustworthy, something else had finally happened, and it was moments away from his soon to be death. That is, before the timeline started over again, and Sans doubted the visitor would still be around.

"Hey, why the sad face?" Bill asked.

"it's nothing, just... i'm about to die, that's all. at least for now, before the timeline restarts and everyone gets brought back to be killed again." Sans sighed.

"That sounds... fun." Bill muttered, looking him over, before questioning, "How many times has that happened now?"

"too many. i've tried everything to stop it, everything but something drastic, but nothing's worked. i'm just hoping the brat will get bored and let everyone rest in peace..." Sans responded.

". . . What if I could help you with your problem?" Bill offered, and Sans looked at him in confusion.

"what?" Sans asked.

"Look, kid, I might not look like much, but I'm one hell of a powerhouse! At least, outside of the mindscape, which you're currently in. Right now you're passed out in the hallway. Anyways, what I'm trying to say is I can help you. All I need is one teeny tiny favor from you." Bill said, his eye turning glowing cyan with a dark blue pupil as he said the word 'favor', his voice deepened and echoing more than it had been.

". . . what kind of favor?" Sans asked after a moment of thinking.

Sans barely knew anything about this guy, and what he did know was speculation. He was a prisoner of some kind, probably a fugitive from another multiverse, and Sans had no clue of who this guy was other than a name, no idea where he was from, and he didn't even have a speculation of what Bill was capable of...

"I can't do anything to effect anything outside of the mindscape, however, if I had a vessel..." Bill trailed off.

"you... you want a vessel?" Sans questioned, narrowing his eye sockets in suspicion before they widened in realization.

"Yup! Way I look at it is you're gonna die anyways, and... well... If you sacrifice yourself to me, I'll make sure you rest peacefully for all of eternity, and I'll stop the one responsible for this. No more pain, for you or anyone else here. So what do you say?~" Bill asked, holding out his right hand, which burst into blue flames.

"i... everything will stop, right? you'll stop them for good?" Sans verified, on the fence about this, but he was desperate.

"You have my word." Bill replied.

This might be his only way to save everyone; his only way to end the genocide loop. If he accepted Bill's offer, everything would stop. No one would suffer, the loop would end, and... Sans could finally rest. He was already dead countless times over anyways, and the only other way of stopping this... would be to kill everyone himself for the LV, something Sans didn't want to do... This was his next best option... he just hoped it was the right one.

". . . ok." Sans relented after a few moments, shaking his hand...

Then everything went black.

Bill opened the eye sockets of his newest puppet, picking himself up off of the tile floor, looking down at his new hands. Skeletal, with blue sleeves of a jacket covering the arms. He breathed out a laugh, it echoing through the corridor, and he grinned. He could feel his magic thrumming through this vessel, the mind of this body staying in a deep slumber, going deep down into the deepest recesses of the soul Bill had taken over. It was even deeper than the faint screams Bill always heard, forever trapped in a peaceful slumber, allowing Bill to do however he pleased.

"Now we're talking..." Bill grinned, snapping his fingers to change his outfit to something much more stylish.

A black suit appeared in place of his new body's old clothes, yellow threads glinting in the light coming through the windows, Bill now wearing a yellow shirt underneath it, along with a tie. The suit had a hood that came over his skull, the inside a bright yellow while the outside was pitch black. Black shoes replaced the gray slippers, and he made a black top hat appear hovering over his head, and he looked in his reflection at his appearance. Much better... Bill stretched a bit, cracking his spine and knuckles, and he heard the doors opening, his now yellow eyelights looking over at the new arrival.

It was a teenage human with yellow skin and glowing red eyes, brown hair, a blue and pink striped shirt, blue shorts, and dark brown boots. The human looked at him in confusion, their head tilting in bewilderment.

"Sans? The hell are you wearing?" The human asked, tilting their head.

"Sorry, kid, but Sans isn't home right now! You the one he told me about? The one who keeps killing everyone over and over?" Bill questioned, already knowing the answer.

"What's it to you?" The human spat.

"Wow, someone's cranky... Anyways, I made a deal with him, and I kinda need to follow through... but I'm guessing it's a yes, that that's who you are, so hey soon to be corpse! Name's Bill Cipher!" Bill introduced himself, doing a dramatic bow.

Bill got a better feel of Sans's magic, combining it with his own, and the corridor was shrouded into darkness. Sans's magic was powerful, filled with untapped potential, and once Bill combined his own with it, fusing the two together into one and using Sans's power as a gateway to access his own... . . . This human was in much more danger than they would ever realize... mostly because they were about to be dead. Bill floated a few feet above the ground, blue fire bursting to life in his new hands while the human looked up at him in unease.

"Now, how about we get this over with?~" Bill offered, grinning as he summoned multiple of Sans's attacks, using his powers to block off the human's powers to reset the timeline, and he killed the kid in seconds.

Bill spent a while in the lifeless universe, learning more about it, the multiverse, and most importantly, how to travel to other universes. It took a while to hone in his omnipotency in an entirely new reality, but once he did... he learned so much. He learned about countless worlds, different variations of Sans, and he even made a few friends along the way along with multiple enemies. Well, mainly one friend, and another was a sort of acquaintance, but Nightmare was so much fun to tease! Then, Bill learned of something that caught his interest: The Multiversal Rift.

It would allow him to create a multiverse-wide Weirdmageddon; an endless chaos for all eternity across near infinity. He needed it. Downside, though, was it was guarded closely by Ink, and somehow the stupid, forgetful guardian made him unable to locate it; only know it existed. Ink himself wouldn't be a problem, but he had allies, and Bill, while he was powerful... couldn't take Ink, Dream, and Blue on by himself. He'd need help. Luckily, he knew just who to go to...

Bill teleported himself into the AU Nightmare had turned into his lair, corrupting the AU down to the very fabric of it's codes, twisting and corrupting it into something dark and evil. Bill honestly liked this AU, at least, outside of the castle, where it was all an evil forest with blood waterfalls, corrupted foliage, and it had some amazing views! Bill used to visit it, but Nightmare always found him, and Bill always jumped at the opportunity to mess with him... which always resulted in Bill getting kicked out. It was always fun, though!

Bill had specifically teleported into the throne room, somewhere he knew Nightmare always was, and Bill could admittedly see why. The walls were cobblestone, along with the floors and ceiling, but there was several undying torches attached to either side of the walls, a large chandelier with the same flames descending from a short chain attached to the ceiling, which was very tall. The floor had a teal carpet leading from the front of the throne to the exit of the castle, as this was on the first floor of the large building. There was a door back behind the throne room that led to a hallway, which led to more of the forest around the back of the castle, and there was more doors that led to different areas, be it a library, a ball room that was never used, the staircase upstairs, and of course, the dungeons.

Bill had explored the castle a few times while Nightmare had been off spreading negativity throughout the multiverse, and then left before Nightmare knew he was there. That is, except for a few times, in which cases he got kicked out, but Nightmare had threatened to drag him down to the dungeons the next time he showed up. Bill needed Nightmare for this plan, though, and he knew Nightmare had what it took in order to pull this off, and besides... Bill had made preparations for the beginning of this plan a few years ago, he had to see it come to fruition.

"Nighty!!" Bill grinned, hovering a foot or two above the ground, looking at Nightmare from where he was seated on his throne, expression immediately turning into one of annoyance once he saw Bill.

Nightmare looked like a classic Sans, or at least, the outline of him with some added goopy tentacles, but his form was made entirely of black goop, it constantly dripping down his form like tar, only to merge back with his body. He only had a left eye socket, the right covered with the goo, and his left eye socket had a glowing teal eyelight within it. He had white teeth, but otherwise he was completely covered in black, tar-like goo. Bill knew Nightmare could shapeshift; he'd seen him do it, but for some reason, he preferred to have this form as his default, finding it the most comfortable.

The throne itself was black, sharp edges on either side, like claws coming out of the chair, sharp edges glinting in the torchlight. The cushions of the throne were teal, one for the seat and another for the back rest. Apparently even goopy, eldritch like beings needed to be comfortable when they sat on their coccyx for hours at a time, doing nothing but spreading an aura across the multiverse or leaving when absolutely necessary.

"what do you want, cipher?" Nightmare asked, tentacles twitching in annoyance behind him.

"Awww, did you miss me? Admit it, you missed m-!" Bill was cut off by Nightmare.

"enough!" Nightmare snapped, before ordering, "get to the point of this damn disturbance. i was busy."

"Busy fantasizing you had a reason to sit on the throne of an empty castle other than boosting your ego?" Bill smirked.

Nightmare sharpened a tentacle, and in a flash, he was hovering the tip in front of Bill's throat, glaring daggers at him.

"if you don't have a reason to be here other than annoy me, leave. now." Nightmare glared, "actually, you're due a dungeon trip... i should probably follow through on that..."

"Ok, fine! Relax! I'm not here for no reason!" Bill spoke up, holding his hands up defensively, "I want an alliance!"

". . . are you serious?" Nightmare asked, his tentacle retracting back into Nightmare's form.

"Yes!" Bill replied.

"no." Nightmare denied.

"Wait a sec, hear me out! You hate the Star Sanses-"

"and that name. so stupid..."

"- and I hate them, and I know you've been strug-... uh... 'having difficulties' dealing with them. You can't spread Negativity as easily, and it's wearing on you! I can see it!" Bill pointed out.

"is there a point to this other than insult me?" Nightmare asked in irritation.

"Yes, I'm getting to it!" Bill replied. Jeez, so impatient... "Look, I know how to solve that problem!"

"so you want to work for me?" Nightmare asked.

"No, I want to work with you. I know where you can find some monsters to work for you though. I know three timelines who normally would hate each other, but in these specific circumstances, will get along! I'll tell you where the timelines are, and I'll help you find more in the future. All I want in exchange is for you to help me get something from Paint Splatter. It's a Multiversal Rift, and when broken, it'll let anyone go to any AU at any time. Endless chaos, endless negativity for you, and it'll drive Paint Splatter crazy!" Bill pitched.

". . . these timelines you mentioned... they're powerful, right?" Nightmare questioned after a moment, and Bill smirked.

"Yes! Yes they are! One in particular, if you manipulate him right, would do anything you told him to, and I'll bring you to him right now if you want, but only if you accept my deal!" Bill verified.

". . . so you want a multiversal rift, and in exchange, you'll help me deal with my stupid brother and his allies, and you'll help me get powerful allies on my side to spread negativity?" Nightmare summarized, seeming suspicious.

"Yup! So what do you say? Wanna make a deal?~" Bill asked, floating over to him and holding out his left hand as it burst into blue flames.

"no doublecrosses, no treachery?" Nightmare narrowed his eye socket.

"So paranoid. No!" Bill reassured.

". . . fine." Nightmare relented with a sigh, shaking his hand.

"Then it's settled, come on!" Bill grinned, teleporting them both to the first AU he had in mind for Nightmare.

They both arrived in Snowdin, Nightmare jerking his hand away from Bill once they got there, sending Bill a glare, causing him to stick his blue tongue out at him with a raspberry. Nightmare then smacked Bill into a wall with a tentacle, Bill falling onto the ground after the collision, and he laughed at the pain the body he was possessing experienced at the impact. Bill pushed himself off of the ground and walked back over like nothing happened, brushing the snow off of himself casually. The wind was carrying dust as it gushed past them both, Bill holding his hood up a bit more to block it from hitting him, and Nightmare was indifferent to it, letting it dissolve once it touched him.

"who are we looking for here anyways?" Nightmare asked him, wanting to get straight to the point it seemed.

"It's a Sans. His Determination broke due to brainwashing and torturing by the Chara of this timeline, and he's genocidal and sadistic." Bill answered.

"i don't need a murderer." Nightmare crossed his arms.

"He'd only kill who you told him to, and when you told him to. The way Chara's controlling him is by making him think that they're 'best friends', and that because of that, he needs to do whatever they tell him to. He thinks he's a tool. All you've gotta do, instead of just forcing him to do what you want, is make him want to do what you want. Manipulate him. Insert yourself into the narrative, make him think you care about him, even if you can't actually care, and then he'll do whatever you want, no matter what it is. Just play off of the work Chara already did to him!" Bill told him.

". . . i can do that alright." Nightmare said after a moment of thinking.

"Good, because he's coming. Oh! He likes feeling new things, so lead with that! Have fun, Nighty!" Bill smirked.

"i'll kill you if you call me that again." Nightmare hissed, "and i might still follow through with the dungeon thing if you don't stop."

"So rude." Bill snickered, vanishing from sight and leaving Nightmare to recruit him.

Nightmare could sense the Sans's emotions, so it didn't take him long at all to locate him, finding him with relative ease. He was leaning against the side of a building, and Nightmare got a good look at him before he approached him. The Sans was wearing a dark blue jacket with a fluffy tan hood, a black turtleneck, white shorts with a black stripe on each side, and blue sneakers. What got his attention most, though, was the black liquid dripping from his empty eye sockets, and the glowing red target soul hovering outside his chest. Nightmare could sense the skeleton had seen him, and he melted into a puddle on the ground, zipping forward and reforming in front of the Sans. His hands were in his jacket pockets, and Nightmare could tell he was gripping the knife in his left pocket based on looking at it, but Nightmare was far from concerned about it; it wasn't like it would do him any good.

"who're you?" The Sans asked him, sounding curious, but his voice had a hint of wariness to it.

"someone who can help you feel something new." Nightmare responded.

"that some kinda pick up line?" The Sans asked with a smirk, and Nightmare sighed in mild irritation, holding back some hostile urges.

"no, it's not. my name is nightmare, and i'm not of this world. i'm the god of negativity i come from another universe entirely, and i've come to offer you the chance of a lifetime." Nightmare clarified.

". . . i'm listening." The Sans responded, sounding much more intrigued now than he had been before.

"i spread negativity across the multiverse; pain, suffering, you get the idea. however, i have certain enemies who are making that difficult, and an... ally of mine, informed me you would be a good ally to obtain." Nightmare informed, before continuing, "your job would be to work for me, fight by my side, and spread negativity in any universe i tell you to. in exchange, you would have anything material you wanted, a room at my castle, and access to power beyond your wildest dreams."

"i'll go check with chara and-" The skeleton started, but Nightmare cut him off.

"no. i want you specifically. you're stronger than they are, and i value that over them." Nightmare denied.

"really?" The Sans asked.

"really." Nightmare nodded, "what will it be? i'll only offer once."

The skeleton was still clearly hesitant, his mind warring between effects of the brainwashing that Bill had informed Nightmare of, and between something telling him to turn against Chara, to leave them. Nightmare could sense the Sans felt something was missing, that he was longing for something that he couldn't identify, and... well... Nightmare had an idea. He sank his aura into the skeleton's mind, repressing the need to stay with Chara and reinforcing on that temptation to accept Nightmare's offer. It didn't take long for him to help the skeleton 'make up his mind' on the matter, Nightmare only using minimal magic to sway him, and it hadn't taken too much to turn him against the human of this world.

The Sans looked off to the side for a moment, and Nightmare smirked slightly as he saw the knife be released from within the skeleton's left pocket.

"ok... i'll work for you." The Sans vocalized the answer Nightmare had helped him decide on, and the goopy skeleton's smirk sharpened.

"good choice. you'll need a new name, and you'll need to pack anything you want to keep. you won't be returning here." Nightmare informed.

"i don't have anything i want to keep, and uh... a new name?" The Sans asked in confusion.

"yes. the multiverse is a big place, you need something special to be called." Nightmare explained.

"hmmm... what about killer?" The Sans suggested, "for some reason it... just feels right."

"very well. killer it is." Nightmare nodded, and Killer smirked.

"what about chara? what happens to them?" Killer asked.

"they'll remain here. if you're worried about your... friendship with them, i assure you, you won't miss it." Nightmare replied, but he knew Killer had a different idea in mind.

"actually... i was gonna ask if i could kill them before i left." Killer said, and Nightmare smirked.

"of course." Nightmare responded.

Nightmare was actually enjoying this, knowing what was about to happen, and that if he'd done this to one soul, that he could do it to others as well. Nightmare had never attempted skewing positive emotions before, or directing negative ones elsewhere, just amplifying negative emotions as much as possible... It was nice to know he had access to this little trick for future instances where he could use it as an advantage... Nightmare's good mood was dampened a bit when Bill teleported over, and Killer gripped the knife in his pocket again, but Nightmare held up a tentacle to prevent hostility, as entertaining as it would be to let it play out...

"he's an ally, don't worry. what is it, cipher?" Nightmare questioned, hiding his annoyance for the most part.

"I couldn't help but overhear, and I can actually help with the killing them thing. I can shut off their ability to Reset the timeline, so you can kill them permanently." Bill informed.

"that... would work. how can you do that?" Killer asked.

Bill snapped his fingers, "Like that."

"damn..." Killer muttered.

"go ahead, killer. give me a demonstration of what you're capable of." Nightmare smirked, and Killer nodded.

Bill vanished after that, likely to spectate, and Killer started heading through the rest of the snowy area, Nightmare walking next to him. Nightmare could sense Killer growing bored, not fond of the silence, and as expected, it didn't take long for him to start a conversation to pass the time.

"so, uh... these enemies of yours... what're they like?" Killer asked.

"well, our enemies are annoying, positive, optimistic pests that deserve to be taken down a peg. or a million. especially my damn brother." Nightmare answered, putting emphasis on 'our'.

"your brother?" Killer questioned.

"yes. his name is dream; my opposite." Nightmare grumbled.

"so he's like papyrus?" Killer asked.

"i suppose." Nightmare replied, "why? will that be an issue?"

"not at all. i hate him already." Killer smirked, and Nightmare chuckled, grinning.

"good. his friend blue, who is basically you with papyrus's personality, is the most annoying monster i've ever met." Nightmare told him with a sigh.

"yikes..." Killer muttered.

"yikes indeed." Nightmare sighed.

"so, umm... what's the multiverse like?" Killer asked.

"it's huge. not infinite, but huge. you'll get to see it all for yourself, so i won't spoil much. basically if you think it can exist, it exists, and if you think it can't exist, it exists anyways to spite you." Nightmare responded.

"huh." Killer said thoughtfully.

More silence ensued, only broken up by the sound of their footsteps on the snow, and this time Nightmare started a conversation, "you were friends with chara, correct?"

"kinda, yeah. it's a love/hate type thing." Killer replied.

"so why do you want them dead?" Nightmare asked.

Sure, he had seen the inside of Killer's mind, hell, he'd altered his emotions in order to get him to agree to work for him, but he'd only built on what was already there. Killer had already been against Chara to an extent, and Nightmare wanted to know why. This Something New AU Sans should be brainwashed to join them, but the same part of him telling him that something was missing was also telling him to turn against them. Nightmare wasn't concerned about Killer betraying him, though, not when he could do much more than expand on or repress certain emotions and thoughts on things.

"i don't entirely know... it feels like a piece of me is just... done with them. since i was 'born', they were the only thing i knew, but... i don't know... i just..." Killer seemed to be struggling with his words, trying to find an explanation, "it's just this feeling that i want them gone... that i want to turn against them for reasons even i don't know... it started a while ago and the feeling's just been getting stronger."

"i see... you know, in these types of universes, they're responsible for a lot of torture done to you." Nightmare informed, "it could be part of you wanting to turn against them because of that."

"maybe... i don't really remember much... i know i was someone else before, i know part of who that is is in my head, talking about decades of pain... i've been hurt since i started feeling rebellious, though. i mean hell, i've tried turning on them before, but..." Killer trailed off.

"then let's put an end to them before they can harm you further, shall we?" Nightmare offered, and Killer nodded a bit, "now that you work for me, i will prevent any further harm from coming to you from them. your time with them is over."

"like freedom?" Killer questioned.

Freedom from them, but not from me.

"yes, you're free." Nightmare told him.

Killer was silent for a few moments, before asking, "you gonna be a better friend than they were, then?"

This right here was what Bill had mentioned; playing off the brainwashing that Chara had already put into place... This would make things much easier in the long run, even though Nightmare did not do friends. In fact, he was slightly tempted to strangle Killer for insinuating they'd be friends, but this was all part of the process of getting Killer unwaveringly on his side like Bill had said.

"yes, i suppose so. i... never had a friend before." Nightmare replied.

"so it's a learning experience then. got it." Killer nodded.

"indeed." Nightmare verified, "i know how it works, but i've never experienced it."

"i can help with that if you need it." Killer offered.

"i can manage." Nightmare responded.

Killer stopped walking after a moment, Nightmare following suit a moment later, giving Killer a questioning look.

"chara's up ahead." Killer explained, and Nightmare nodded as the Chara of this universe came into sight in one of the caves in Waterfall.

"Partner!" Chara called out, before seeing Nightmare, asking, "Who's that?"

"that's nightmare." Killer replied, and Nightmare saw him grip the knife in his left pocket.

"Ok... Why isn't he dead? I told you you can kill everyone this time around." Chara questioned, seeming agitated.

"because he works for me now." Nightmare smirked.

". . ." Chara burst out laughing, uncontrollably in hysterics for a few minutes before pulling themself together, "Oh my god, that's rich! Partner, kill him, won't you?"

Killer didn't though, instead stepping towards them, which only caused Nightmare's smirk to sharpen.

"no." Killer refused.

"'No'?" Chara quoted, growing angry, "Do I have to remind you what happens when you say no to your best friend, Sans?"

Killer tensed, breath hitching for a moment before he said, "you're not my best friend anymore. we're through."

"Bullshi-!" Chara was cut off as Killer flung them back and into a wall with blue magic, withdrawing the knife from his left pocket.

"i'm done with your crap, chara. nightmare's my new friend now, and you... well... you're about to be dead." Killer smirked.

"Dead?! Sans, you can't kill me, you know that! You've tried that countless times, some even recently for some stupid reason! Why do you think now is different?!" Chara hissed as a sharp bone stabbed through each of their shoulders, pinning them to the wall.

"my name's not 'sans' or 'partner' anymore. it's killer." Killer responded, summoning a massive black Gaster Blaster, shooting a black blast of raw magic, disintegrating them completely.

Nightmare stood there in silence, before slow clapping, a wide grin on his face; he was impressed. Killer turned towards him, Broken Determination pouring from his eye sockets as he looked back at him, fists trembling.

"well done." Nightmare praised, and he sensed the negativity coming from Killer, and he asked, "what's wrong? you killed them. you wanted that, didn't you?"

"i... yes, but... they're gonna come back and i... they'll..." Killer trembled where he stood, the knife falling from his hand and clattering on the ground as he shook.

What was wrong with him?

Killer's soul turned into an upside-down heart as the emotions grew stronger, crashing down on Killer like a tidal wave with such intensity it surprised Nightmare. Killer was having a panic attack, and Nightmare, as much as he was tempted into enjoying it and increasing his suffering, remembered what Bill told him about Killer and what he viewed as friendship. Nightmare needed Killer to care about him, and he needed to make Killer think Nightmare cared about him in return. He'd need to do something he would rather be killed than do, but... he needed a loyal ally, and this was his best way of getting it and ensuring the other two Bill had mentioned followed suit. There was no other reason for Bill to teleport him here first other than for him being the key.

Nightmare sighed, approaching Killer as he fell to his knees, hyperventilating, and Nightmare forced a calming look onto his face, trying to seem comforting and reassuring while his sinister intentions lurked behind the mask. He slowly reached out, grabbing Killer gently as he pulled him against him in a hug, keeping his grip loose but firm. He felt Killer still, before Killer latched onto him like a lifeline, clinging to him like glue. Nightmare knew he'd made the right choice, and he wrapped some tentacles around Killer next, keeping his grip gentle and loose. Nightmare muttered false sweet nothings to him as Killer buried his face into Nightmare's shoulder, and Nightmare absorbed his negativity.

He fed on it, before starting to drain it, much to his dismay. It was absolutely delicious, but he needed Killer to spread it for him more than he needed him to experience it for him. Nightmare wrapped a tentacle around Killer's soul, squeezing it gently as he drained the emotions from him, and Killer's breathing hitched a second time. Nightmare pressed down on it, morphing it to it's target shape like it'd been earlier, removing the emotional state, and when he sensed the second consciousness that had been awakening, Nightmare grabbed it and shoved it deep into Killer's mind, preventing it's return for a long while. Nightmare felt the negative emotions rapidly decline and then vanish, along with the strength of the grip Killer had had around him earlier, settling for simply loosely hugging him.

Looks like he had a way to keep Killer's emotions in line...

"are you alright?" Nightmare asked in a faux caring tone, using a tentacle to wipe away some of the transparent black tears as more Broken Determination started to fall.

"i... yeah, i.... i'm ok.... thank you." Killer answered.

Don't throw up, Don't throw up, Don't throw up, Don't throw him, Don't throw him...

". . . you're welcome." Nightmare replied, pulling away from the hug and pulling Killer to stand up. "now, shall we get going? i believe you still need a tour of my castle, along with picking out a room. you can decorate it however you please once you get some rest as well; you seem to need it."

"ok..." Killer agreed quietly, and Nightmare surrounded them both in his tentacles like a cocoon before teleporting them both out of the AU in a swirl of black liquid.

Bill could get back on his own.

Upon arriving at the castle, Nightmare retracted his tentacles away from Killer, who was looking around the dimly lit hallway of the cobblestone walls. He'd teleported him near the main living space of the castle, where the skeleton would probably spend a lot of his time.

"follow me." Nightmare instructed as he started walking, Killer following right behind him.

Nightmare took a right down the hallway, leading to the large, empty kitchen. It had dark gray drywall walls, light gray tile flooring, multiple empty black cabinets, black tabletops with dark gray wood tables and chairs. It had two large ovens, a microwave, two fridges, and a breakfast table between it and the living room. There was a few overhead lights, which Nightmare turned on by flicking a switch on the wall with a tentacle. There was a few closed windows in front of the sink, along with some on the other side of the kitchen, which had drawers and shelves that were for foods for when the kitchen was stocked.

"i'll stock this full of food for you tomorrow. i don't need to eat, so i've never had a use for it until now." Nightmare told him.

"i could get the food if you wanted me t-" Killer was cut off by Nightmare.

"no. you've yet to be in an au other than this one and your old one. you can get food later. in the mean time, i'll get the food." Nightmare said, and Killer nodded after a moment, "good."

"i really don't eat food anyways..." Killer mumbled.

"well you'll need to in order to heal from injuries. i'm aware you don't feel much pain, as otherwise you would've been feeling it earlier when we touched, but you still need it to recover hp." Nightmare told him, and Killer didn't say anything else.

Nightmare kept walking, going out of the kitchen and into the living room, Killer once again following close behind him. Nightmare turned off the kitchen lights and turned on the living room's. The living room had dark gray carpet, black couches, side tables, an empty entertainment center, a large bookcase with a few books on it, and the left wall was mainly taken up by multiple closed windows.

"i won't show you everywhere in the castle, just the important areas. you can explore on your own time. come on." Nightmare said, and he kept walking, Killer turning off the lights before running to follow close behind him.

Nightmare opened a door, heading down another dimly lit cobblestone hallway before opening the last door on the right, walking through it. From there was a long, broad hallway with multiple plain black doors on both sides, an ornate black door all the way at the end of the hallway.

"pick a room, each is a bedroom. i use that ornate looking one for storage or an office, as i don't need to sleep." Nightmare told him.

"i don't exactly sleep either." Killer informed, "but a room would be nice... i never got to relax all that much."

Killer walked down the hallway, glancing in a few of the rooms as he walked, stopping at the door to the left of the one Nightmare said he used for an office. He looked inside it, before looking back at Nightmare, asking, "this one?"

"sure." Nightmare nodded, following Killer as he entered the room.

It had black carpets, cobblestone walls, and a dark oak bedframe, side tables, two bookshelves, a large wardrobe, a desk, along with a few chairs, along with a long black couch. The mattress had a black sheet and pillows, along with a fluffy black blanket.

"is your favorite color black?" Nightmare asked.

"no, but i can't stain much in here." Killer responded.

"ah." Nightmare nodded, before saying, "well, get comfortable, and i'll wake you in a few hours. then i'll show you the other main areas of the castle. if you wake up before i come get you, my throne room is the other door at the end of that hallway."

"ok. umm..." Killer paused for a moment, before saying, "thanks, boss."

Boss? Nightmare had to admit, he liked the sound of that.

"you're welcome, killer. rest well." Nightmare told him, exiting the room.

Once he closed the door, Nightmare's face split into a malicious grin, and he walked down the hallway, tentacles swaying behind him in satisfaction. It was almost too easy... As much as he hated the pathetic facade, the thought of wrapping Killer and likely others around his fingers, to be used at his disposal... it was beyond entertaining... He could get used to this...

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Multiverse Madness Chapter Twenty Five

Art by my beta reader Ali! @alicay1234

Ink was sitting in a field of grass in a Surface AU, and the scenery was one of the reasons he'd came to this AU. The trees were bright and vivid, birds were singing, flowers were blooming, and on days like these, Ink... couldn't remember what he'd been thinking about. Ink sighed, trying to concentrate on remembering, before it came back to him. Now he wished he hadn't remembered why he was here.

He came here when he was frustrated, which he definitely was, and he was glaring at the sketchbook and pencil in his lap because he needed something to glare at. He still couldn't believe Dream had kicked him off the team! Sure, Ink had lied to him about caring about others, but that was just so Dream would work with him! Otherwise he wouldn't have agreed to team up, which they both needed, by the way!

Dream would come back eventually though, Ink knew that. Dream could never hold a grudge; he can't even hate someone! Dream couldn't fight Nightmare and the others without him, none of them would last... Besides, it wasn't like Ink had really done anything wrong, not when he was just trying to form and maintain a friendship with Dream, who needed him and still needs him...

Dream was just being dumb. He wasn't handling Blue's death the best, and he was just being... difficult. That's all this was, and sure, Ink could probably understand what Dream was feeling if he made himself a soul, but Ink didn't want to do that... He didn't want to have to hurt without being able to stop it.

That didn't help the fact that during his fight with Cross, the rift he'd kept securely in his pocket had cracked when Cross slammed him into the ground, and Ink had no idea what or who was brought here from another multiverse. It was Ink's job to protect the AUs' existences, and since he and Error had made their truce, the only thing Ink had to entertain himself and stay remembered was by playing hero with Dream, and even that he had failed at... Now the rift had cracked, another thing going wrong this week, and Ink didn't even know what to do about it. Ink hadn't noticed anything strange, so it could've just been a Froggit, but... Ink didn't know what to expect.

Ink sighed again, staring at the sketchbook in his lap before groaning. He'd forgotten what he was going to draw!!! Ink tilted his skull up in exasperation as he sighed, seeing something in the corner of his vision.... Was that Blue? Ink shot up, turning to where he'd seen his friend on the edge of a forest. Didn't something bad happen to him? He was... was..... wait, wasn't Blue dead?! That's right!

"blue?!" Ink exclaimed, setting the sketch book and pencil aside, turning towards where he'd seen him, only to see him going around a corner, "hey! come back!"

Ink ran after him, reaching the spot he'd seen him, only for him to be nowhere to be found. That was.... weird.

"blue?!" Ink called out, looking around, "you're alive?!"

Ink heard a distant "MWEH HEH HEH!" a bit away, and Ink followed after it, looking around to try and find any trace of his friend. Ink saw a flash of a blue scarf, and Ink ran towards it, heading deeper into the forest as he followed after him. Maybe... Maybe the rift had brought another version of Blue here! Maybe Ink could take him to Dream and then everyone would be happy again, and Ink would be back on the team!

Ink looked out from around a tree, seeing Blue looking down at a bunny, a happy smile on his face as it jumped around his feet before hopping away, Blue following it and going out of Ink's sight. Ink sighed, following after the skeleton once more, and he was hit with a sudden odor. It... smelled like something died, and it wasn't fresh, either. Ink didn't see anything, though, so he followed after where he'd seen Blue going, following glimpses of blue fabric and distant laughs deeper into the forest.

Ink faintly remembered he hadn't seen anyone around in the AU, but he didn't pay it much mind; he didn't care about them, just their worlds. Blue continuing to evade Ink was getting on the artist's nerves, though. The blue scarf was blending in annoyingly well with the bright colors of the flora of this timeline; the leaves were bright green, filled with fruits and flowers, the grass was a luscious grass that strangely crinkled under Ink's feet instead of being soft, but that might just be this timeline! Ink probably forgot something about the grass of this world, and the odor was probably just a flower and dammit, Blue was gone again!

"blue! come on!" Ink groaned as Blue rounded a large boulder, going out of Ink' sight, and Ink sighed.

Did Blue forget about him? No, Blue wouldn't do that; he never forgot anything or anyone! Surely not Ink! . . . Right? Ri-!

Ink yelped as he tripped over a root he didn't see, turning around as he pulled himself up to see it sticking out of the ground. He needed to watch his steps. He saw Blue walking in the distance behind him, and he pushed himself up, running after him, only for him to go around a tree and disappear. Ink sighed, eye socket twitching and eyelights red from frustration and anger, hearing another laugh from his friend behind him, seeing him even further away than before!

"blue, so help me!" Ink yelled, teleporting over to him, only to collide with a tree that had came out of nowhere.

The bark was hard and scratchy, digging into Ink's bones uncomfortably. What?? Blue had been out in the open, how did he-?! Ink yelped, tripping over briars and getting them tangled all around himself, the thorns digging into his bones and drawing his inky blood. Ink sighed, grimacing as his arm and clothes were scratched up as he grabbed Broomie, using it to create paint to cut through the vines and pull himself out, pulling himself out of the briars.

Ink looked himself over, seeing his clothes torn and stray thorns and pieces of vines still stuck in the fabric. Ink spent a few minutes pulling the thorns and vines out, planning to repair his clothes later as he headed deeper into the forest, the strange odor growing. Ink grimaced from it but kept going, thinking it was probably just a flower, and Blue didn't seem to mind; he kept going deeper and deeper into the woods. Ink followed after him, mindful of his steps and other possible briars, occasionally stopping to look around.

He couldn't remember where he'd even started, getting turned around so much while looking for Blue. Ink hadn't been this frustrated in a while, and he wasn't enjoying it. Ink sighed again, his steps more cautious as everything grew brighter the further he went into the forest; everything was much brighter, but Ink noted an absence of wind or any wildlife besides the... what was Blue with earlier?.... Oh, right! A bunny!

Blue distantly laughed again, the sound echoing in Ink's mind a few times. How far away was he?! Did the forest just echo or something, or was Blue in a cave? He might be, with the mountain Ink was approaching. Ink sighed in relief as he saw Blue finally not moving.

Instead, Blue was sitting by a river at the base of the mountain, a waterfall coming from the mountain and going down into the river, the splashing loud in Ink's skull as the smell grew nearly unbearable. Blue was sitting with his knees tucked under himself, looking down at the water, and Ink approached, ignoring the odor and the loud waterfall that was strangely growing quieter. Ink's own footsteps seemed to become louder though, the soft grass crunching under his feet, the texture of it strangely crinkly under his toes, biting into them.

"blue?... is that you?..." Ink asked, tentatively stepping forward, ignoring everything in him suddenly telling him to run.

Ink put a hand on Blue's shoulder, yelping and backing up as Blue flickered out of existence, and several things happened next. First, Ink felt something slam into his chest and he was slammed through the waterfall and into the mountain behind it. Next, Ink's surroundings changed, the vibrant foliage gone, replaced by dead trees with rotting fruits on the ground, the grass dead and brown, and the water was ice cold to the point of being freezing. Ink looked down at his chest, seeing a black tentacle pinning him to the mountain, and he sighed.

"that's low, nightmare! even for you! deciding to change things up?! the hell did you even do to this place?!" Ink snapped, hand going for Broomie, only for another tentacle to appear, grabbing his wrist and pinning it above his skull.

"i'm sorry, but i believe you have me mistaken with my brother."

Ink completely froze at the sound of that voice, his eye sockets going wide as that need to run turned into a need to RUN. Ink heard movement, seeing someone who looked like Dream but also like Nightmare, the guardian of positivity covered in black goop, left eye socket covered in the black substance, his right containing an amber eyelight that was burning into Ink's nonexistent soul. The voice sounded like Dream's, but it was darker, echoing over itself as he spoke and sending shivers down Ink's spine.

"d-dream?..." Ink asked, confused and mildly horrified.

"shattered, actually. i'm surprised, bleach, you're not usually this easy to manipulate... then again, you're not him... you're much more entertaining... and stupid..." The corrupted version of Dream- Shattered- chuckled, a wide smile on his face.

"......what..?" Ink questioned, and then it clicked.

The rift broke, and now there was a goopy version of Dream here, and he was calling Ink 'Bleach'. Bleach was the opposite of paint, so Ink was probably an opposite version of himself from wherever this version of Dream was... This was the absolute worst thing that could've came out of the rift.

"mmhmm. a pain in my backside if you ask me... but you don't seem as annoying. you're certainly not as angry as he is... then again, you seem dumber, so it seems there's always drawbacks." Shattered hummed, looking Ink up and down.

"hey! i'm not dumb!" Ink snapped.

"whatever helps you keep that empty head of yours clear." Shattered smirked, chuckling, and Ink struggled angrily.

"how'd you know about blue, anyways?!" Ink asked, glaring at him.

"do you honestly believe i didn't do my research before i did this? tsk tsk tsk. of course you would. i've been watching you, ink. i saw your little fight with that other version of me; how upset he was.... i wish i could have savored it forever; fights between friends are one of my favorites. well, when they're able to think coherently; most of my universe is filled with mindless little zombies that attack everything like rabid dogs~" Shattered giggled, the smile widening even more, "as i was saying, i did my research on you. i know all about your precious little friend's death, and the emotions on it are amazing... so much pain, so much grief... even from you."

"what do you mean, even from me-?!" Ink started, but Shattered cut him off.

"oh don't act stupider than you are. i can feel your pain. deep down you miss him. even you can't forget about him, or how important he was to you, and if you're similar to bleach's, then your memory is very poor...." Shattered chuckled.

"and what? you're enjoying it or something?" Ink questioned.

"immensely." Shattered smiled, "but unfortunately, your emotions aren't enough.... what do these do? i don't recognize them from anywhere..."

Shattered extended a hand, a sharp, goopy finger tapping on one of Ink's vials. It was the blue one, still mostly filled due to Ink not drinking a lot of it. He didn't want to feel all of the sadness from Blue's death.

"don't touch those!" Ink snapped, Shattered's eyelight flicking up to look at him again, and he added meekly, ". . . please?"

"so i assume they're important?" Shattered smirked, "oh, of course! silly me! i remember now! they're your method of feeling emotions, are they not?~"

". . ." Ink didn't know what to say, if he should even say anything, and after his silence, he was met with the goopy hand previously by his paint vials at his throat, squeezing and burning Ink's bones at the touch.

"are. they. not?" Shattered growled, demanding an answer, the amber eyelight glaring angry daggers into Ink's wide eye sockets.

Ink nodded a bit, quickly, and Shattered smirked, removing his hand from Ink's neck, trailing his fingertips away in order to prolong the burning pain. Ink gasped a bit, catching his breath, looking at Shattered in a bit of fear that was quickly escalating into terror.

"y-yeah, they are..." Ink responded shakily, bones rattling a bit.

"i could help you, you know?~ i can take the suffering from you, so you no longer grieve your poor friend. wouldn't you like that?" Shattered offered, and Ink looked away.

"WOULDN'T YOU?~" Blue's voice asked, Ink's eyelights snapping back to where he saw Shattered, only to see Blue, smiling at him with an amber tinge to his blue eyelights, the smile just a bit too wide.

"s-stop doing that..." Ink muttered, and the tentacle pressed him further into the mountain, the stone biting into his vertebrae.

"YOU DON'T GET TO MAKE DEMANDS HERE, INK! MWEH HEH HEH! YOU ONLY GET TO PLAY ALONG LIKE A G O O D L I T T L E P U P P E T . . . "

Ink saw 'Blue' reaching for his vials, and Ink reacted, vomiting black paint in his face. The illusion faded to Shattered's angered mix of a hiss and snarl, wiping at his face, and Ink took the chance, kicking him in the face. Shattered's tentacle loosened, Ink squirming out of his hold and running as fast as he could away and through the forest, a dark mix of Nightmare's and Dream's themes playing, the rhythm sending shivers down his spine. The scenery zoomed past him as dead grass and leaves crunched under his feet, rotting fruits on the deceased trees and on the ground, the life completely sucked out of this place.

That definitely explained the rotting smell... Ink kept running, gasping at seeing animals fighting each other, lashing out in visible anger or fear, bunnies biting at each other's throats, some chasing others into hiding, and they all had shaggy and matted fur, stained and clumped by blood or other things, and they all had a slight eerie amber glow in their eyes. Ink slammed into a tree as he ran, pulling himself off of it, and he looked behind him to see a stream of black liquid zipping toward him, and Ink immediately took off sprinting again. He jumped over roots, dodged animals flying at him in attempts to attack, the once beautiful forest now something out of a horror movie, and not one of the fun ones Murder liked to watch.

Blood was smeared on the trees and the dead grass, and Ink almost slipped in fresh puddles of it. Ink fumbled in his pockets, grabbing the rift from it's secret pocket he made for it. It was a bright orb in every color in and out of the rainbow, swirling around a black void, the rift itself encased in self repairing, nearly indestructible except to excessive force, glass. Ink grabbed a small paintbrush, slashing it to make a portal to the Antivoid appear a bit away, and he threw the rift through it.

Ink almost made it to the portal, but something goopy grabbed his leg and pulled. The portal closed as Ink was yanked back, pinned to the ground with tentacles grabbing him everywhere, wrapping around every joint in his body, forcing him into a kneeling position with his skull being forced to look down by another tentacle, unable to see who was approaching but able to hear his footsteps. Shattered stalked closer to him, stopping when Ink could only see his black, goopy boots from the top of his vision before the tentacle released his skull, sharp, goopy fingers hooking into the underside of his jaw and making him look up, another tentacle slicing Ink's sash off and discarding it to the side. Ink wanted to yell out in protest, but Shattered gripping his chin made him unable to do anything but stay quiet and look at him, black paint dripping from the claw marks.

"we're going to have to work on that." Shattered sighed, rolling his amber eyelight, a tentacle raising behind him and slamming into Ink's skull, everything going black.

Everything was cold, like it always was. Nightmare woke up from the closest form of sleep he could get in here, anything to pass the time, and his attention was drawn to a crack in the stone prison he'd been trapped in for... Nightmare had lost track of time, but he knew it'd been a long time. That sliver of light that shined through the crack and into his eye socket, though... that gave him hope. The crack slowly grew, Nightmare able to see a bit past the stone that had imprisoned him for so long.

He tried twitching his fingers, the stone giving way and crumbling from the motions, and Nightmare moved around a bit more, feeling the stone gaining more cracks, and suddenly, the rock exploded away from him. Nightmare lost consciousness, regaining it a bit later, groaning as he opened his eye sockets, at least, the one that was able to close, the right one was just a crater. Nightmare saw a positivity apple on the ground a bit away from him, the bright yellow apple having a tinge of purple on the top left corner, confusing Nightmare on it's appearance. Nightmare groaned again, pulling himself to sit up with weak arms, bones rattling and shaking from a lack of use, dust from the stone falling away from him.

Memories flashed in his mind, trying to remember what had happened last. He remembered the bullies, Dream trying to defend him and getting thrown to the ground as someone else pushed Nightmare against the tree, then... then Dream started screaming, but he sounded like he was underwater with how echoing and strangled it was... Then there was screaming, Nightmare's dazed mind still not able to process what was said or what happened, just remembering knowing that the apples are in danger. Nightmare... he'd leapt at one, holding it close as a sudden coldness hit, and he saw himself rapidly turning to stone before everything went black, and he was trapped in that prison.

He knew he'd been awake, but he couldn't remember what had happened afterwards, just the knowledge it'd always been cold before the stone broke. Where was the tree, though?... Nightmare looked around, trying to see any trace of it, but he didn't even see a stump. Instead he was next to a lake with the positivity apple a few feet away, laying in a large amount of grass. This wasn't where the Tree of Feelings was, this wasn't it at all... Nightmare's purple eyelights trailed to the apple again, relieved he'd at least saved one of the apples, but.... where was he, and more importantly... where was Dream?

Nightmare looked back at the apple, hesitating as he contemplated something unthinkable. It needed protection, not just from whatever Nightmare had a feeling had happened, but those screams from Dream.... those scared him. If something had hurt Dream, they could've done anything to the apples, not to mention to this one, the last one Nightmare knew was safe. He knew if he touched it, it would become a negativity apple, but maybe, just maybe if he only touched it with his mouth, he could... no.

They weren't supposed to eat the apples or even touch one, especially not their opposite's... But Nightmare had a feeling that the Tree of Feelings was gone, and the longer this apple was exposed, the more endangered it was. It needed to be protected, because even if he couldn't protect Dream, he could at least protect something... It's what he would've wanted, right?. . . Damnit. Nightmare crawled over to the apple, hovering over it with shaky arms and a lot of effort, briefly considering his life choices before his arms gave out, a gasp leaving him before the apple slammed into his open mouth, and everything went white before it went black.

Nightmare woke up from pure overstimulation, emotions flooding into his mind rapidly, not just from here but from other universes entirely. He could feel so many of them it sent him into shock, grabbing at his skull with his eye sockets squeezed shut and- wait... it healed? Nightmare blinked, both eye sockets fine, and he felt some strength in his bones now. He felt... different, though... Not only was he feeling different things, he was feeling different things...

He also looked different, from what he could see in his reflection. His eyelights were both still purple, but his left one had a small teal tinge to it, but only on the top, the same spot the negativity was on the apple. He still had his crown, thankfully, and he couldn't see any scarring from his eye socket being smashed out. He was wearing a dark purple hooded cowl with a white trim on the bottom, and he could feel the fur of the inside of it, and there was a necklace with a sun pendant hanging down from his neck.

His purple jacket was unzipped too, showing a black shirt, and he was also wearing black pants with purple knee-high boots when he looked behind himself. He looked down at his hands, seeing purple fingerless dark purple gloves, and he clenched his fingers, surprising himself when transparent purple blades shot out from them, resting over the backs of his hands and glowing with power. He unclenched his fingers, the blades vanishing, and he breathed a sigh of relief. He sat on his knees, looking around, seeing bits of stone pieces still laying in the grass a bit away, and he slowly pushed himself to his feet, still trying to process all of the emotions he was feeling, trying to dull it down to being manageable and not causing him a headache.

"Are you ok?" A new voice asked, and Nightmare turned around to see a black and gray human child standing a few feet away.

They were wearing a light gray and white striped sweater, black shorts, and black boots. Their skin was pale gray, almost white, and they had large, circular black eyes, their hair short, around down to their neck, and it was dark gray, bangs ending right above their eyes.

"uh... i think so?... what's going on here?" Nightmare questioned, "and who are you?"

"My name's Core, and... we have a lot to talk about."

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