I just watched End Game and *inhales*

That shit was good-–

Killer stepped back, his soul dropping as he stared at the ten warriors running towards them. The carried what looked like olden day swords, chest plates protecting their front. Apart from all those, they seemed not too enforced compared to the small skeletons.

"Okay, What's our strat--" Killer found himself being cut off as an arrow sailed through the air, slamming into the shoulder of one of the warriors with a sickening thunk. It buried itself right in, sinking in so deep that the tip of the dark arrowhead was no longer visible, buried in their flesh.

The warrior froze, stumbling to a stop before letting out a cry of pain, their legs giving out beneath them as they fell down to the floor, thrashing and clutching their shoulder. Blood seeped through their fingers, already dripping onto the sandy floor.

"Ah. That's our method." Killer watched as Dream pulled another arrow from his quiver, quickly sending it flying into another warrior's thigh. They collapsed immediately, suffering the same consequences as the previous opponent.

Dream didn't look at him, already having his next arrow pulled back on the bowstring. "Hey, I'm not going to be able to knock them all down! You try stab a few with your spear, okay?!"

Killer blinked, looking down at the spear in his hands in surprise. He had to stab then with his spear? Like fully stab them? Feel the metal tip pierce their skin and sink into their flesh? Dream wanted him to do that? Could he even do that?

"Killer come on!" Dream yelled, snapping him out of his thoughts and jumping backwards as the warriors drew rapidly closer.

The black tear marked skeleton jolted, stumbling backwards was he realised how close the six remaining warriors were - Dream had knocked down another one while he'd spaced out.

Shit. He didn't know if he could actually stab someone with the spear. And he couldn't just throw it, there'd be no hope for him getting it back with those other warriors in the way. He'd have to get up quite close and plunge it into their flesh.

"Killer!" Dream cried, shooting again frantically at the fast approaching opponents. "Hurry!"

Panicking both internally and externally, Killer gripped onto his spear tightly and inhaling sharply before charging at the oncoming warriors and yelling. Taking them by surprise.

A few of the warriors faltered, not actually expecting their 'prey' to come charging right back at them. But they recovered quickly, holding their swords back ready to swing as they came running at the two again.

Killer was aware that Dream was still shooting, seeing one of the warriors to his left get shot right in the neck, probably killing them instantly. He locked his eyes on a particular warrior and lunged, thrusting his spear forwards to pierce through their shoulder.

But at the last second he panicked, not actually wanting to be responsible for someone's death. Yelping, he rose the spear upwards and swung it, the blunt wood slamming right into the side of their head with an almighty crunch.

They collapsed immediately, blacking out before even a cry could escape their bloodied lips. The body fell, twitching and shaking on the sandy floor.

"Oh shit that works--" Killer said before whipping round to ram the long stick into the side of another warrior, hitting their arm with a crack and making them drop their sword and howling in pain.

To his right, another opponent fell, an arrow embedded into their skull.

Only two left now.

He locked his eyes on a warrior, letting the wooden spear slip through his fingers a bit till he was gripping on right near the bottom, giving him more length to swing.

They growled at him, not even hesitating as they suddenly charged, sword behind them and ready to slash him.

Killer stood his ground, weighing the spear in his hands and swinging it back like he was playing cricket, waiting to hit the ball.

But then the warrior suddenly dodged to the side, swinging the sword at him just as Killer did the same. The skeleton's eyes widened, watching in a panic as the sword split through the wooden spear, sending the top half of it tumbling to the ground. The now half-length spear just swept through the air harmlessly, not even close to hitting them.

They grinned triumphantly, their sword coming right at his face, too fast for him to escape. Everything seemed to go in slow motion, he dropped down to his knees, feeling the stinging pain as the sword sliced across his forehead, cracking it. Crying out, he slipped his hand into his pocket, curling his fingers tightly around the hilt of his hidden knife before pulling it out and ramming it into their side, embedding it in their hip like he'd had before.

They fell back, clutching their side as Killer ripped the knife out harshly, blood staining its already tainted blade. And then they collapsed, the last warrior falling down with them as Dream sent an arrow through their chest, piercing right through their chest plate.

Killer hissed and got to his feet, stumbling back. Blood was pouring from the wound in his skull, dripping onto his eyes and making his vision blurry. His mind distracted, he looked behind him and up to the royal box where Nightmare was sat.

He almost choked at what he saw.

The mortal had moved, now facing Nightmare's throne. They'd pushed themselves up on their knees, gripping onto the the arm of the throne. Nightmare wasn't even watching the fight anymore, his usually cold eye softened as he looked down at the mortal. And the weirdest part? He was petting him. He was rubbing under their jaw with his hand, a wide smirk on his face. The smol looked as though they were purring loudly, pressing themselves as close to the throne as possible and leaning into his touch. They even seemed to be blushing slightly.

"Killer?!"

He jolted, whipping drunkly back round to see Dream tugging an arrow out of one of the fallen opponents. "C'mon! Focus! The next ones will be here any minute!"

The skeleton wiped his forehead with his sleeve, cringing as it came back dark and sticky with his own blood. Trying to forget what he'd just seen, he crouched down in the sand, picking up the half of his spear that had the sharp tip on. The other half was pretty much useless now.

He stood once more, glaring at all the screaming and cheering crowds. They were obviously quite impressed, having not expected the two to be putting up such a good fight. People were stood right up, clapping and calling at them, all the words lost in the loud mob of noise they all created.

Dream soon joined him, a bunch of blood dripping arrows clenched in his hand. He didn't even have a scratch on him. "Oh! I-Is your forehead okay?!"

He flinched as Dream pressed his hand against it, getting his glove covered in his crimson blood. "Ow."

"Sorry!" He squeaked, pulling his hand away quickly before crouching down next to one of the warriors and grabbing onto their shorts. He ripped a long strip off of them, constantly checking the opposite side of the arena where there next opponents would come from. "Come here."

Killer yelped as Dream pulled him down, blinking rapidly as the smaller tied the fabric around his skull, covering the wound like a makeshift bandage. "H-Huh?"

"It's not perfect and I'm sorry. But it'll have to do." Dream muttered, tying a tight knot at the back. "Hopefully it will absorb and keep back most of the blood. And prevent it from getting in your eyes of course."

"Thanks..." Killer mumbled, looking away in almost embarrassment. He hadn't expected Dream to be so worried about him.

"No problem, just be more careful next time, okay?" Dream said, flashing him a nervous smile.

"Alright..." He stood back up, an odd chill running down his spine as the crowd suddenly went dead silent, all the screaming and cheering stopping.

Dream stepped back, his hand instinctively gripping onto Killer's and squeezing it tightly as one of the thick oak doors on the opposite side of the arena started to slowly open.

Glancing momentarily back up at Nightmare, Killer noticed he was paying attention now. He was no longer looking at the mortal, his cold eye fixated on the opening doors and a wide grin spreading across his face. Clearly he knew what was happening.

"O-Oh no..."

Killer blinked, looking back down at Dream, who looked like he'd seen a ghost. "Dream?"

The smaller didn't answer, his eyes completely fixated on the opposite side of the arena.

Killer frowned, glancing over to where he was looking at, only to freeze as well in response.

Slinking out of the wooden doors, seven sleek black wolf-looking creatures emerged, padding forwards with their lips peeled back and showing their bloodstained teeth. They stalked forwards slowly, ice blue eyes staring dead at them. They seemed to be made more of shadows than flesh, their fur constantly curling and flicking out in waves, occasionally breaking off of them completely before disintegrating into the air.

"D-Dream? What the fuck a-are those?"

Dream gulped, his grip on the bow in his hands tightening significantly. "Those...are Nightmare's dogs..."

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Mmmmdjxhgshshdh after a gud 12 days of not writing I have t h i s

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Shshusjwjsyxyejsuxh I can't write fight scenes so idk what to do next tbh I guess you'll just have to wait and see

:D

-Jess-