The picture that you see above is a radio that is called a Console Stereo. This radio will be mentioned in the chapter later.

Nightmare's POV

We were talking when I received a text.

Text: Joku, we need you and your group to come to the camp as soon as possible. There might be a terrorist group forming.

I couldn't believe the words that I read. The military wanted us back? All because there might be a group of people trying to destroy the government. Now that I say that to myself, that sounds really bad. I started thinking to myself.

'My men aren't trained for war, we're trained for silent kills. Yes we have knowledge of using guns, but we never use them, except for Ink.'

I sighed to myself. It being noticed by Ink.

Ink: What's wrong?

Me: If I was going to tell you, we would have to do it in private.

Ink: Alright.

We walked down the second floor hallway. Turning to our left, we were met with two sliding doors. I opened it and let Ink walk in first. Harshly closing the door behind me, I turned to him. The room that we were in was a drawing room. Leather chairs were set in a misshapen circle with a coffee table in the middle. To my left was a bar filled with liquor and a console stereo from the 1970s. It took awhile to find that beauty.

Me: We have a problem on our hands.

He looked at me with an alarmed expression, as well a confused one.

Ink: What do you mean?

I rubbed my hand against my substance covered face. Gently sighing, I couldn't bare to look at him. The hardwood floor seemed more exciting at the moment.

Me: The military wants us to go back.

He stayed silent. I couldn't see his face but I could tell he was shocked and mostly.... scared. Memories were going through his head. We may have gotten the job we wanted, but we lost a lot of friends and allies along the way. Some of us even have slight PTSD from it.

Ink: They expect us to return to that place and think that we can handle it well? I had to watch some of my allies get killed in front of me on the missions that we did. I don't want to see that place again.

He started breathing heavily. I gently embraced him and set him down in a chair. To calm him down, I turned on the radio and poured hardcore whiskey into two glasses. I gave one to him. He took a tiny sip while staring at the floor.

Me: Are you okay now?

Ink: ..... yeah.

Me: Good. Now, how do we approach this situation?

Ink: I don't know. Most of me is saying no because I don't want to risk losing the lives of any one of my friends. What do you say?

I pondered for a second.

Me: You know, the government has been good about doing things themselves lately. I don't think that they really need us. I'll text back that we will not be coming.

Ink: But don't you think it's kind of... bad? Not taking the opportunity to save the country. ...... I want to go back and help, even if it means that I have to deal with my past.

Me: Ink, we are assassins, not soldiers. We were never trained to risk our lives for several others, only ourselves. So they wouldn't gain anything from us by helping them anyway.

Ink: But we can slowly chip away at the numbers of the enemy. We hide in the shadows and kill a person one by one. That's what we would do if we were in a war.

Me: I've made up my mind, Ink. We are not going. They can take care of themselves. My job is to watch over you and the others. I'm not going to make it harder for myself, just because something that we didn't do is threatening something that is not our problem.

Ink: But it is our problem. The military is what made us who we are today. We owe them a little because of that.

Me: Shut the fuck up Ink! You would rather blindly run into the jaws of war instead of staying behind and looking after the people who care about you! You're so fucking idiotic!

I blew up in his face. He stared at me. A horrific expression plagued his face. Both of his eyes were brown. His emotion color for fear. He was scared of me. Black tears started trickling down his cheeks.

'What have I done?'

Me: No, Ink. Please don't cry. I'm sorry.

I went to hug him but he dropped his glass and ran out of the room. His footsteps echoed throughout the hallway. They soon faded.

I stared at the now broken glass. I was filled with regret and anger. Anger at myself because I made him cry.

I ran down the hallway to Ink's room. Because that is where he would be if he was crying. I stopped at his door. I knocked.

Ink: Go aw-way.

Me: I'm sorry I yelled at you. Please let me in.

Ink: I said go away!

I couldn't say anything. Those words completely broke my soul into pieces. I leaned my head against his door, silently praying that he will open the door. He never did. I heard footsteps getting louder. I looked to see who is was. It was Error.

I could tell he knew what happened. He was pissed. Pissed at me because I hurt the love of his life.

Error: What did you do?!

He didn't give me time to answer. He grabbed me by the neck and slammed me into the wall. I didn't have time to react. He stared at me until he let go and knocked on Ink's door.

Error: Ink, it's me.

The door immediately opened. Ink let in someone that wasn't me. Now I know that I really fucked up me and Ink's relationship.

I quietly leaned against the door, listening to them.

Error: Are you okay?

Ink: No. I'm scared of Nightmare now. This is the first time he yelled at me.

Error: Oh Ink, it's okay.

I focused on the their emotions. Error was filled with pure love and care. His emotions told me that he would sacrifice his own health and time to care for Ink. To make sure he is happy and loved. Ink was sad, scared, and there was a hint of love.

I went back to the drawing room. I grabbed a bottle of strong alcohol. I didn't care what type. I sat down and started drinking it straight from the bottle.

I spent the next minutes drinking. I began to feel tipsy. A knock on the door startled me. I didn't bother saying anything. Cross walked into the room.

Cross: Hey, everyone is worried about you and Ink. You guys never have problems. What happened?

I stood up and pinned him against the wall.

'Stupid alcohol'

Me: Who the fuck cares about that squid. What is important right now, is that you're here. I have a question for you. Why is that I feel two separate entities inside of you?

I don't know what I am saying. I'm sorry Cross. I'm a huge fucking mess right now.

He was freaking out about something.

Cross: Um..... um.... I have a half of two different souls in me.

Me: That explains a lot. Why you talk to yourself, several emotions that don't go together, and unreasonably dramatic mood changes. I know for a fact that it ain't mood swings.

He muttered something is Spanish.

Me: You know, you should in speak Spanish more often. It's kinda hot.

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Error's POV

I held Ink close to me. I can't believe that Nightmare had the audacity to hurt his best friend.

Ink's black tears stained my turtleneck but I didn't mind. What mattered right now was that he knew that there were other people who were there for him.

I started swaying left to right with him. Mom would always do this with me when I was down. His sobs slowly began to subside. I sat him down on his bed. I kneeled in front of him.

'God, I feel like a parent'

Soon he stopped crying. Then we kinda just stared at each other.

Ink: I'm ready.

Me: What?

He cupped my cheeks and kissed me.

'Oh, I get what he meant now'

Ink: I'm ready for a relationship.

Me: I'm happy but, that was quick.

Ink: Yeah I know but Noah was a jerk so it was easy.

He pulled me up and made me lay next to him. He booped me. I sighed and wrapped my arm around his waist. We both fell asleep together.

Take a break when you feel overwhelmed

I will give you some advice. When you feel overwhelmed, take a break for a little bit. When you feel worthless, always remember that there are people that care about you and love you.

Sorry I was a few days late. I wanted to take a break. Clear out the mind and do other things that I love. (Which is mostly nothing) Recently I started playing Among Us with my friends so, I wanted to spend time with them. The big reason why I didn't update was because I didn't have the motivation to do it. You can burn yourself out of something when you do it constantly. Whelp, you know the drill.....

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