Nightmare's POV

A soft knock on my door disturbed the chocking silence that filled the room. I didn't bother acknowledging the sound until someone spoke. I instantly recognized it.

Ink: Nightmare, it's me.

My head shot up. It was Ink, it was really him. But suddenly, a voice inside my head said that it wasn't him. It wanted it to be him but it was scared of being heart broken.

I shook my head. This was a joke. This was some sort of sick joke.

Ink: Are you okay? Nightmare? Let me in, please.

His voice filled my head. His words played endlessly, drowning out any sound. I could only hear his words. This, intruder's hopeful lies. "It's me, Are you okay, Nightmare, Let me in, It's me, Are you okay, Nightmare, Let me in, It's me, Are you okay, Nightmare, Let me in..."

'Shut up.'

They kept repeating, and repeating, and repeating, and repeating. My head started to hurt with the voice of the intruder. Memories of the real Ink began to play in my head. "We're best friends, I tried to commit suicide, We always look after each other, Nothing will ever separate us, do you want to be friends..."

Me: Shut up.

The intruder and Ink's words mashed together. Why did they sound the same? Why was this person playing this cruel joke? Imitating a person I love. I had to shut them up.

Standing up, I held my head out of pain. Walking to my door, I pulled it opened, almost breaking the hinges along with it. I raised my fist as I went to punch the person.

Me: Shut up!

When I made eye contact with them, my eye widened. I couldn't believe what I saw. In front of me, was Ink. A bit of fear was in his eyes. My hand lowered out of shock. Touching my index finger to his cheek, I made sure that he wasn't a figment of my imagination. He was real. The voice in my head grew silent, happy that he was truly Ink. A few tears rolled down my cheek as well as his.

Me: Kit?

Ink smiled sweetly as he took my hand in his. We both mimicked the action of wiping each other's tears away. I however, couldn't control mine. Finally processing everything, my breathing grew unstable as I pulled him into a tight hug. My tendrils wrapped around Ink's body, creating a protective barrier.

I let my tears escape, pouring like a waterfall. All of the stress that was inside of me vanished. The dark side of me was comforted with the presence of my childhood friend.

Me: Kit! Thank goodness you're safe. Where were you? I was so terrified.

Ink: I took a small vacation. You know, the fun stuff...gambling, casinos, hookers.

I laughed quietly. I knew he was joking but I didn't care. I could read the entire story behind his eyes anyway. As long as he's back and is safe, I was fine.

Me: Glad to see you haven't changed. You're still the Kit I know and love.

Ink: You better still love me. I spent most of my life knowing your stupid ass and dealing with your bullshit.

I couldn't help but feel exhilarated by Ink's childish and sarcastic personality. I felt my sanity begin to repair itself. After so many weeks of being stressed, I surprisingly haven't fallen victim to the insanity.

Ink: You should probably talk to the others. Let them know that you haven't gone completely crazy.

I looked down and saw the baby bump that was Ink's stomach. It had grown greatly since the day he disappeared. A sign that the baby has been developing correctly.

We held hands as we walked in the hallway. The sounds of our footsteps echoing between the walls.

Me: You look good by the way.

Ink: Really? I've been feeling a bit insecure about my stomach.

Me: Trust me, you're still beautiful.

He looked at me.

Me: What? Can I not tell you that you look cute or attractive?

Ink: No, it's okay. I just wasn't expecting it.

Me: Well you should.

As we entered the living room, we found everyone else sitting and waiting for us.

Cross: Nightmare!

He yelled as he ran up to me and kissed me. Ink smiled to me before walking back upstairs to Error's room. Ink was probably going to go make out with Error.

When Cross let go, I looked at the others.

Me: I'm guessing you guys need to chat with me.

Dust: We sure do, Nightmare.

Dream: Hopefully everything can go back to...

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