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He was an idiot to believe in something as simple as the concept of hope-or love for that matter. If he had kept to himself to begin with and not fallen prey to his soul-perhaps things may have turned out differently. Perhaps he shouldn’t have melted at the first touch of kindness. Or even think just for a second that someone would actually like him.
Now he’s dead,killed by his own lover.
Killed by his best friend.
Killed by the one person he TRUSTED
Blue stared down at him as he slumped to the ground. A stare so bone chilling and cruel that it could kill. The bones that had impaled him had gradually started to disappear,making the gaping hole in his chest all the more evident. Dust sockets forever stuck gaping open-with the knowledge of his lovers betrayal fresh in his mind.
Had all there times meant nothing to blue?
Did he mean anything to him-anything at all...?
Blue left the scene of murder,with no emotion or regret to his name. His calmly walked out of the house as if nothing had happened at all. As if dust had not existed and his relationship with him had never happened. As if he hadn’t done the most cruelest things in the world-and went back to his usual fake self. The self that he had led dust to believe he was,and everyone else for that matter.
Blue was the definition of a wolf in sheep's clothing. His intent for what he did was unclear,but whatever it was had to be benefiting him in some way. Whether that be easy Exp or something much more sinister,he was the true villain of the story.
By the time anyone would find out it would be much to late.
Why do you think ink and error got into a toxic relationship? Why do you think Dream and Nightmare were still enemies? Why was it that the gang had disbanded from nightmare-all mysteriously disappearing one after the other? Not to mention the gangs relationship taking a dark turn before then. Dust had just been so caught up in the fake little world Blue made-that he failed to see the truth.
Blue was anything but good.
As he sunk into the darkness of death he realized all that he had failed to see. Killer becoming more and more obsessive of Nightmare-so much to the point it killed him. Nightmare and Dream becoming much more violent and negligent of their duties-as well as the people around them. Horror going out at night only to come back worse then before everyday. He never did know what Horror did,but one day horror had just disappeared-only leaving his axe behind. There were many things other then those-but he really didn't want to get into that.
He was already a failure as is-he didn't want to think anymore.
But he continued.
He shifted through his memories-realizing how much he had unknowingly aided to blue causing these issues. And God had he done so much harm. He was dead,but boy did he want to die again. Could he be double dead?
He wanted to cry,kick,scream-anything-he wanted to feel something-he needed to pay for his negligence. He needed to move. A burning sensation started scattering across his body. His soul that he had thought shattered had mended itself together. He wanted to die-he was dead-so why couldn't he stay dead!?
Life was breathed into him once again-light enveloping his vision.
He was given a second chance.
A chance to change-a chance to save.
"DUST!"