Starsanspoly day 5, 2025 prompt. Hope.
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“Will… we make it out..?” Asked the monster, looking at Dream with tears running down their cheek. They were a goat monster, one would call him Asriel.. or the god of hyper death or even Flowey.. Dream knew the truth, looking over the rock they were hiding behind, he himself was shivering from the cold and unforgiving negative emotions Nightmare was causing. “Yes, we will. We just need someone who can keep a happy attitude even at these trying times.. but we can make it. All you have to do for me, is smile. Even little can help me.” Dream tried to lift his spirits, but he knew this was like talking to a wall, Asriel was staring at the sky.. and so Dream did also. “I know it’s hard.. but my power depends on positive emotion.. and Nightmares power on negative. If you could just remember some positive memory.. it would be a life changer. So please- listen to my voice, I want to guide you to a better tomorrow.” But Dream voice was cut off with a tentacle at his neck, his eyesockets went wide, but he gripped his trusty bow, stabbing it into the tentacle to hopefully deter him… but it only brought him closer. “My…. Lookie what we have here! The rat that just can’t get off my back… writhing and kicking until the last essence of life leaves you… where are your friends now.. alone? Scattered? Scared? Maybe DEAD… all because of you. You selfish little rat. Maybe if you didn’t value how you were seen all those years ago over your brother… this would’ve played out wildly different…” Nightmare laughed, and Dream just couldn’t reply.. there was no way to reply, because he was saying the truth. They were alone, scattered across the battlefield.. but he knew they weren’t dead. His hope in them never died.. and it never would. He knew they probably have made a plan already, with Swapses smarts and Inks creative ability.. it was just a question of when it would come to life. And so Dream just existed.. suspended mid air, his limbs being slowly extended until they popped out of place, Nightmare throwing them around to scatter. It didn’t hurt, he’s a skeleton.. that’s what they can do. But if was trully a hindrance, and he wouldn’t be back up anytime soon. Dream glanced back at the Asriel one last time, before Nightmare absorbed his head into his goop so there would be no hint to where he was..
“INK!!! OVER HERE!!! PLEASE!! COME TO ME! INKY PLEASE!” “I CANT! BROOMIE IS BROKEN! I CANT DO TOO MUCH WITHOUT HER…” they were at a loss, they never thought this fight wouldn’t go the way they planned it to. This whole universe doomed because of their failure to stop them all. Swap was on the ground, his left leg broken and his skull having multiple cracks from getting hit with the handle of a knife. He wheezed, staring at Ink not hidden behind a single thing.. out in the open. “INK!!! PLEASE.. PLEASE COME OVER HERE! WE NEED A PLAN!… DONT LEAVE ME ALONE..” Swaps bone colour changed to black before flicking back to white. Ink couldn’t pay attention.. the gift from his fathers laid there.. broken. Tears rolled down his cheeks.. this called for ultimate measures. His pupils changed to white, his face went into a blank expression within seconds, he floated into the sky, his hands gesturing all around, creating threads of Ink and then making a megaphone. This was the only way to let them know.. “LADIES, GENTLEMAN AND NONBINARY FOLKS. PLEASE LISTEN TO WHAT IM ABOUT TO SAY. MY DEAREST FRIEND, BOYFRIEND AND ALLY.. DREAM, HAS A POWER OF POSITIVITY, THE ONLY THING THAT CAN AID US AT THIS TIME.” Ink dodged a couple tentacles thrown his way, as well as a couple knives and bones. “PLEASE REMEMBER ANY NICE MEMORY OR YOUR LOVED ONES, TELLING HOW PROUD THEY ARE OF YOU. IT DOESNT MATTER WHICH ONE YOU REMEMBER, ALL THAT MATTERS IS THE POSITIVE SMILE AND FEELING.” The megaphone then changed into a small dagger, and his other hand released some ink which turned into a dagger aswell. It was on, if they were fighting dirty, so would he. He dashed to Killer, noticing that he was examining a leg bone, he quickly gestured his hands around, creating a chain whip, which he then threw around Killed, immobilizing him, he took the bone and looked at it.. he recognized the soft feel.. it was Dreams. He quickly dashed around the battlegrounds, and briefly noticing Swap glitching more and more.. he couldn’t get to him.. not now, he can wait.. Baby Blue was very strong. Ink kicked Dust in the back, in a blink of an eye, Dust was on the ground and wrapped in a chain aswell. Horror was next.. he could smell the stench of rotten meat and goosebumps.. Ink dashed around, noticing a couple survivors scattered here and there, a hurt child, a mother trying to keep her husband alive, a husband grieving over the loss… but he also saw their faces slowly contorting into smiles.. it would work. It NEEDS to work, they can hang onto hopes and prayers for so long..
Swap sits there, absolutely speechless. .. he knew he shouldn’t have stayed, the moment he was invited he knew he didn’t belong.. but hey, he should try out new things!.. then he got stuck.. he fell in love. With both of them, and there wasn’t a way to wiggle out. He couldn’t do it, they were too important to him. But at the same time, he knew he wasn’t a guardian of anything.. or a god of some creativity or destruction or what have you. He was just.. a guy. Stuck in a poly relationship with people he can’t protect.. or people who won’t be able to protect him. It hurt deep inside, like a knife stuck in a wound that heals, but when the wound is healed to its best, the knife gets twisted.. in a perpetual cycle of agony.. but he could take it. He could take on worlds of enemies if it meant he could protect his boyfriends, if it meant he could save them, even if he lost his life in the end. He was willing to risk it all.. he looked at his blue scarf, turning red without him sinking it in any blood. He knew this wasn’t a good state of mind to be in.. he was entrusted to be the positive one through anything. But enough was enough.. he couldn’t do it now, which only meant he was a useless piece of garbage. He sometimes wished he didn’t take the invite at all. Maybe then he wouldn’t be.. broken.
Ink sliced through Crosses arm with ease, the dagger covered in oozing red. He didn’t need to feel anything to know he was winning. Cross landed on the floor, curling in on himself in agony before yelling “HELP! I NEED BACKUP! PLEASE!” Only for Ink to smirk a little bit, stomping his foot on Crosses sliced arm, making him squeal in pain. “Maybe they’re dead.. maybe dusted. They can’t help you, and no one will. You won’t make it, C. Just face it..” he turned his head slowly to one side, smiling “ear” to “ear” before sprinkling some dirt into Crosses wound, making his eyesockets go wide. Ink didn’t need to wrap him into chains.. Cross was a good boy, he knew when he lost a fight. Ink stared at Nightmare, now with most of Dreams bones assembled.. he just needed the skull.. the precious head of his boyfriend to put kisses on.. he hadn’t found it, which would warrant worry.. but it didn’t. Instead, his internal primal urge to kill any moving being only grew.. this wouldn’t be his last moment.. it couldn’t be. He caught one of Nigtmares tentacles and melted into it, his body traveling through Nightmare as if he was made of goop himself. “What is this.. I don’t recall asking for a blood transfusion..” Nightmare uncomfortably whispered, growling and trying to separate Ink out of his body, to no avail. The only thing letting Ink know where Dream was, were the almost silent weeps and humming he heard.. soon enough, the weeping stopped, with Nightmare pulling the skull out of his body, trying to get Ink to come out of there, his mass moved around and after a second, he saw Ink emerge, he knew he couldn’t do anything to stop Ink at this point.. but he might aswell put up a fight. And so he did, he tossed the skull to the right, and once Ink was close enough he tossed it to the left.. repeating the cycle over and over.. until Ink decided it was done. He snapped his fingers, black paint he had scattered suddenly blooming to life… literally. Many trees started growing from inside of Nightmare, making it very uncomfortable. “UEGH… WHAT HAVE YOU DONE..” Nightmare screamed, writhing and trying to remove the trees as fast as he could, Ink didn’t waste time, taking Dreams skull and rushing over where he had placed Dreams bones. Ink pondered for a few moments, before simply assembling the bones all together, letting Dream live comfortably once again. “You did it-! Ink!… where’s.. Swap-?” “Alone. He will make it, just shoot that thing…” Ink pointed at Nightmare, and that’s when Dream felt it.. the rushing emotions of many monsters and people, making him feel like he had the body of a bodybuilder, the energy rush.. his bones started glowing bright, with how much power he had gained, the ground underneath him shook a little.. Dream steadily aimed his bow for Nightmares head, he was looking for a tree root stuck inside him. “I did value my brother. I just didn’t want the villagers to hate us. But you can’t please everyone at the same time, and that’s what I learned. I forgive myself for having thought that.. I was selfish. But everyone can change for the better. And so, you loose, again.” And with that, Dream let go of the string, letting the giant arrow of light fly right into the back of Nightmares head.
There was a flashbang that would blind anyone in a 30 km radius.. before silence, ringing in the ears.. and then, peace. Nightmares pathetic remains slowly sinked into the ground, or rushing over to one of the bad Sanses, teleporting them aswell as himself. “This isn’t the last you’ll see of me. We will meet again.. “brother”.” Nightmare smirked, watching the wide smile on Dreams face waver before steadying.
Swap laid there, unconscious, before barely hearing “BABY BLUE! SWAPIE! WAKE UP HONNEY! WE NEED TACOS!! GUACAMOLE! ANYTHING!” He smiled faintly.. but his body felt like a ton of bricks.. he couldn’t move a bone.. but he took a deep breath to at least show he’s still alive.
Ink shook Swap in his arms, various colours of paints running down his chin, making it turn into a brown stain on Swaps forehead, which Ink promptly kissed, over and over and over and over.. until he felt a hand on his shoulder. “Ink.. let’s go home, we don’t have to hope any longer.. it’s over.”
No idea how this all fit into the limit but, here we are >:3
