Nightmare's POV

I stood outside of the house. It was good to get some fresh air after so many weeks of stress. Staring down at the town, I watched the people travel between home and work.

The sound of the door opening pulled me out of my thoughts. Looking to my right, I saw Ink. The thing I immediately took notice was the ring he wore. It wasn't the promise ring, but instead a different one. It was too expensive looking to be something irrelevant but it wasn't a wedding ring. What he was wearing, was a band of matrimony.

Me: So... Kit, you're engaged now?

Ink: Yeah. Error asked me to marry him.

Me: Good thing I wasn't drinking. Last time, you told everyone you were pregnant and I almost choked on my champagne.

Ink: I'm sorry.

Me: No you're not. You would have laughed if I did.

Ink: ... Shit, you're right.

He sighed and leaned against the railing.

Ink: God, I really want a glass of wine.

Me: Well you can't.

Ink: Boo.

He mumbled as a small protest. A thought came across my mind.

Me: I just realized. You never told me about how you don't have a soul.

Ink became silent which caused me to become slightly concerned. He started to hug himself. I hugged him to try to comfort him.

Ink: A reason that gives me bad memories.

Me: Then you don't have to tell me.

Ink: No no, it's okay. I should have told you this a long time anyway.

We sat down on the wood of the porch. Ink leaned into me.

Ink: Remember when I told that I tried to commit suicide?

Me: Yeah, very vividly.

Ink: Well... there was a second time.

My eye widened. He tried to do it a second time and I didn't know. I felt really guilty.

Ink: This one was before the day I told you about my father..... raping me. This was when I was fifteen. My father forced me to masturbate while he watched. If I did something wrong, he would insult me. He's the reason why I hate my tattoos. I had enough so that night, when I was in my room alone, I took my soul and tore it in half.

There was a long pause from Ink.

Ink: I should've died that night but, somehow I didn't. I don't know what happened next but I woke up in a hospital bed. My mother sat next to me. The doctors said that they had no idea how I lived. I was the first one to survive the death of my own soul. Not having one affected me greatly. I couldn't feel a single emotion. No empathy, no sadness, no anger... no love. So my mother took me to a mental hospital. That's where I got my vials. That's also where I developed my fear of white.

Him mentioning the mental hospital rung a bell. I remembered a time where Ink was gone for a week. He came back saying he was sick.

Ink began to cry. His black tears staining his purely cheeks. Pulling him closer, I comforted him.

'No one should ever go through that alone. And yet, he did.'

The feeling of guilt grew inside of me. I should've been there for him. He didn't deserve any of that.

After a few minutes of letting him cry on me, he stood up. Ink wiped the rest of his tears before smiling.

Ink: Well, I have to get going. Error and I are going to discuss what we're going to do for our wedding and all that stuff.

Me: K.

As soon as he left, I heard a whistle. I turned my head to see Cross.

Cross: That conversation was very... interesante.

Me: Well, Cross, now you know Ink was suicidal.

Cross: Did you know?

Me: Mostly.

Cross sat down next to me. He was thinking.

Cross: Nightmare.

Me: Yeah?

Cross: Do you want to go for a walk? You know, just to get out.

Me: Okay.

(Time Skip)

The townsfolk waved at us as we passed by. If they knew what we were, they wouldn't dare greet us.

There were a few perks and downfalls to being an assassin. One perk is that we're protected from any contract. However, a downfall is that we have to keep our job a secret. It made sense because if people knew, it would make our job extremely harder than it already is.

We stopped by Toriel's shop to look at the flowers that grew in the window. I bought one for Cross.

Cross: Thank you, Nightmare.

I hummed in response. I looked at Cross's choice of attire. It resembled an Oreo for some strange reason but he's my...

Mi amor

A Quick Discussion

Just some light shed on Ink's past life and his pedophile father... who is still alive.

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