Cross's POV

Nightmare has been showing me the ropes since Horror rudely refused. He said that his group works differently from the camp. They're way more laidback than the General ever was.

He told me that they have an AI that helps them with their contracts. She looks up the personal info of the target and the best way to neutralize them.

Not going to lie, I couldn't wait to get my first contract. I could also feel that Chara couldn't wait either.

I put my hands together to pray.

'Forgive me Lord, for I am going to sin. Now and always.'

I was raised in a very religious family. Except, my family allowed gay marriage.

I was seating in the dining room waited for Nightmare to finish his task. I heard footsteps hitting against the hardwood. Nightmare came in with a card in his hands.
He handed it to me. The golden metallic card was cold to the touch. A symbol of a nightingale and letters were lazer printed into the surface. I read the letters.

<Location: Dawson City>

<Target: Noah Billingsley>

Me: Who's Noah?

Nightmare: Don't know. Probably just some Canadian who screwed someone over.

He shrugged and leaned against the wall.

Me: Wait... this is Ink's job. He takes care of the global contracts.

Nightmare: He is but right now, he's drunk and sleeping so, I thought this would be good for your first mission. I will be accompanying you just to make sure you don't fuck up.

Chara: El no confianza usted.
(He doesn't trust you)

They giggled. I didn't say anything.

Nightmare: I want you to go and get ready. Grab what you need. I expect you to meet me in the main entrance in twenty minutes.

I nodded and went to 'my' room. I opened the door and saw Ink as well as Error laying in bed together.

Chara: Um, qué?
(Um, what)

I looked at them and shrugged.

I tiptoed to the corner of the room and grabbed my jacket. I snuck back out of the room. Making sure that I closed the door, I began walking at moderate speed towards the entrance of the house. If this house was any bigger than it already was, I would be lost forever.

When I finally found the entrance, I saw Nightmare already waiting for me.

Nightmare: Did you get everything you need?

Cross: Si.
(Yes)

He started heading to a staircase that lead to the roof. As he was opening the door, I peeked over his shoulder.

There was a platform with a jet on it. We both stepped into the jet. I looked around and observed my surroundings. There was a bar, seating area, and few other luxury items.

'Aye. ¿Cómo Nightmare tengo tanto dinero?'
(Jeez. How does Nightmare have so much money?)

Nightmare: Have a seat.

He motioned for me to sit down. I sat down and was surprised how comfortable the chair was. He walked over to the bar and got a bottle of champagne.

Nightmare: Drink?

Me: Si, por favor.
(Yes, please)

He opened the bottle with a loud pop and poured two glasses.

Nightmare: Alice.

AI: {Yes Nightmare?}

Nightmare: Start flying us to Dawson City. Also play classical music.

AI: {Yes sir.}

The jet took off and now, we just have to wait.

(Time Skip)

The jet had almost arrived to our destination.

Nightmare was staring out of the window while I was looking down at the sparkling golden liquid in my glass. Chara had fallen asleep a long time ago so for once, it was silent.

I enjoyed quiet places but, the silence between Nightmare and I.... was killing me. I wonder if I can strike up a conversation. No, we're almost to Canada. Not worth doing it now.

I quietly sighed and set my glass down.

Nightmare: What's wrong?

He asked blankly.

Me: Nothing.

Nightmare: Bullshit. What is it?

Me: ...I don't like quiet places.

I lied to him. I wanted him to continue having a conversation with me.

Nightmare: Sorry. We're still in the air... want to talk about something?

Me: Hm... where were you born?

He raised an eyebrow at me.

Me: I was just curious.

He looked back at the window and rested his head on his hand.

Nightmare: My brother and I were born in Northern England.

Me: You don't have a British accent though.

Nightmare: My mother moved us to the country that we live in now, when Dream and I were one.

Me: Oh.

Nightmare: What about you. Where were you born?

Me: I was born in Spain. My accent makes that pretty obvious, doesn't it?

I lightly chuckled.

Nightmare: I guess you can say that.

AI: {We have arrived.}

The sweet voice of Alice interrupted us. Shame, I was really enjoying our conversation.

I picked up my glass and quickly chugged the rest of it.

Nightmare: Ready to get going?

Me: Si.
(Yes)

He got up and walked over to the door. I threw on my jacket and followed behind him.

We seemed to have arrived in a small neighborhood. It was hard to see the details of any houses because it was dark. This was the perfect time to kill someone.

He walked over to a certain house and headed towards the back. We stopped at the backyard wall.

Nightmare: Let me help you.

He hoisted me onto the roof using his tendrils. He then proceeded to hoist himself up.

I looked around and found a very convenient skylight that lead to a bathroom. I opened it and jumped down onto the tile softly. I slowly put my hand of the bathroom doorknob and creaked it open. The hinges made a small sound. I prayed to God that no one heard that. Peering behind me, I saw Nightmare in a crouching position as well. He nodded at me which signaled me to start moving into the hallway. We needed to find the bedroom. At least, I think that. It's pretty late, I'm assuming our target is already asleep.

We were able to find the bedroom. I stared at the bed that was against the wall. There were two people in it. A skeleton and a cat girl.

'Debe ser su novia'
(Must be his girlfriend)

I crawled to the bed and grabbed my knife. Nightmare whispered behind me.

Nightmare: Cover his mouth, then stab him in the throat.

I nodded and did exactly what he said. I covered Noah's mouth and stabbed him. My hand muffled his scream. Luckily, this didn't alert the girl. I stared at Noah's neck. Blood was pouring from it, staining the white sheets. He's was chocking on his blood by now. After a little of struggling, he finally stopped moving. I put my hand on his chest to feel his soul beat.

'Nada'
(Nothing)

Nightmare and I teleported back to the jet. I washed my hands and cleaned off my blade.

Nightmare: You did a good job. I'm approve of your ability to work on your own.

Something about Nightmare's words made me motivated about my new job. Probably because it was my boss praising me.

Me: Gracias.
(Thank you)

I put my knife next to my seat and sat down.

Nightmare: Would you like to continue our conversation?

Me: Yeah. Where did you meet Ink? You guys seem like familia.
(Family)

Nightmare: He's my best friend. We met in fourth grade. I was bullied.

Me: You.... were bullied.

I couldn't believe what I heard. A person like him being bullied when he was younger.

Nightmare: Do I have to draw a picture?

Me: No. I'm just surprised.

Nightmare: My turn. Why did you want to have a job like this?

Me: Let's just say... my inner conscience told me to.

Nightmare: Were you raised in a Christian, Catholic, or Baptist family? I saw you praying earlier.

Me: I was raised in a very Christian familia.
(Family)

Nightmare: I see.

(Time Skip)

I was rubbing my thumb against the cross that I always wore around my neck. My abuela (grandmother) gave it to me before she passed away. I believed that it held a part of her soul within it. I kissed the cross and dropped it, letting it dangle for a second.

Chara: Abuelita es en un lugar mejor.
(Grandma is in a better place)

Me: Yo sepa.
(I know)

I whispered but Nightmare heard me.

Nightmare: Who are you talking to?

Me: Myself.

He looked at me and narrowed his eye. He then rolled his eye and looked away. I lightly exhaled and tried to calm down my soul beat.

The jet slowly dropped itself onto the roof. The door opened and we both got out. When we got inside, I gave Nightmare the card and he walked off. I went into the living room and sat down on the couch. I rubbed my cross and closed my eyes.

Today was quite productive