No one couldn't have blamed Ink for being a bit... doubtful that this was actually his torturer.

After Fell demanded about the book Ink had lost, and he told them he didn't have it, Fell threatened that they would have to torture him for the information they desired. Ink told him that he had no idea where the actual book was at, but the vampire obviously didn't listen to him.

He had stuck his head out of the door, and yelled, "DUST!" very loudly. Ink froze, because he only had one H.P, and that meant he was probably going to be dusted.

And that obviously wasn't the case.

The bound up Jury member just sat there as a skeleton, another vampire named Dust, had walked into the room with a duffel bag over his shoulder. And the first thing that left his teeth was, "He looks like some sort of circus clown."

At that moment, Ink knew this guy would be an interesting person.

First off, his name was Dust, which was what he would turn into when he died. It was like naming a human child "Dead body" or "Corpse". Second off, even though he may of looked slightly terrifying, the way he said the sentence sounded like he wasn't taking anything seriously. And third off, he was making a face at Fell, who left the room.

If the situation was different, he would've probably wanted to become friends with this Dust person, and he would've made sure to introduce him to Blue, since they would probably get along with each other. However, he was tied to a chair with Dust standing in front of him with a bag most likely filled with torture equipment, so the situation obviously said that they were enemies.

Which sucked for Ink.

"Just make this easy in yourself, I don't mind putting away my weapons and letting you go," Dust said, pulling up a chair from outside and setting it down in front of Ink, sitting down on it, "Then we can go and do demonic summonings, eat cake, do whatever Jury people do I guess."

"I already told that Fell skeleton that I don't know where the book is," Ink grumbled.

"Yeah, I bet he didn't listen, Fell can be himself, he doesn't listen to anything," Dust said, pulling out a large sludge hammer from his duffel bag, "Hope you like chipped bones."

Crack

Before Ink could even react, the hammer slammed down onto his left leg which Dust had leaned down to hit, cracking the bone in multiple places as pain invaded his body. The poor skeleton screamed, the pain sudden and unwelcome. He didn't even have time to tense up, it just happened like that.

"So, how about that book now? Is it still eating soup god knows where or are you ganna tell little old me where you've gone and hid it," The vampire asked, grinning as he tilted his head.

Ink whimpered as warm blood ran down his leg, collecting in a pool of crimson below him slowly. His H.P had only dropped .2, since it wasn't a fatal blow. Just an incredibly painful blow, but not deadly.

"...I... I swear I don't know," Ink said, taking a moment to find his voice.

"Eh, too bad. I'd say I don't want to do this, but I do."

Crack

The next hit was like the first, sudden and with no context. Ink didn't even see that Dust had switched the arm that contained the hammer before it had slammed into his other leg, emitting another painful cracking soundand much more pain. Ink had screamed louder than before, grinding his teeth as he felt more blood leave his body.

If he could think straight, he would be wondering how important that book was anyway, and why they were going through all of this trouble just to get it. However, both of his legs were currently cracked, which meant he wouldn't be able to walk until he was healed, which depended if they got him to a hospital or not.

Or even if he escaped or not.

He would've just teleported, but with the magic paintbrush he used to seal his powers to (as a replacement for his soul) still in the castle, he wasn't going anywhere anytime soon. And his kidnappers knew it too. (Well, they assumed it was because of the soul restraint, which obviously wasn't the case, but either way he couldn't do anything.)

"Look, dude, dudett, whatever you are," Dust said, catching Ink's attention once more.

"I'm a male," Ink grunted, shifting in his seat.

"Yeah, sure, we'll go with that. Dude, all you have to do is say one location. One! Then we'll set you free. You don't know what it's like being a vampire, we have to deal with stuff all the time. Hate. Regret. Pain. Misery. Lonliness. Being outcasted by society just because we're a little bit stronger. But you, you're a Jury guy. You have everything given to you, you don't have to work for it like we do, alright? And we go to extreme lengths just to get what we want, so talking is your best option."

"If I knew where... Where that book was," Ink said, narrowing his eye sockets at Dust, "I would've told you by now."

"Well, that was me using mercy on you," Dust said, pulling open his duffel bag once more, his hand pulling out a healing packet of poptarts, "Too bad, I didn't want it to go to this. Well, yeah, I did. It's like a poptart. You don't want it since your addicted, but you do."

Once again, Ink didn't have time to react before a poptart was crammed between his teeth, his body already dissolving it for energy inside of his mouth. While humans and other monsters had stomachs that would slowly dissolve the food, steletons absorbed it as soon as it was eaten for energy and healing.

Ink's H.P went above the max limit at a 30 H.P, making his eye sockets widen.

That single poptart contained a lot of magic.

How much was this vampire planning on torturing him?

Well, his answer was answered shortly when he heard a grinding noise, leading to Ink tensing up with utter terror.

A chain saw.

This guy had a f*cking chainsaw in his duffel bag.

"You're expression is priceless!" Dust yelled over the chainsaw's grinding noises before pausing, "No wait, it's worth a chainsaw!"

Bonk

Dust froze for a moment before the chainsaw fell out of his hands to the floor, digging into it before the chainsaw started stuttered and was forced to a stop. Dust followed, falling to his knees and face planting into the floor. Standing behind him was Cross, a magic suppressor around his neck as well, a metal pipe in his hands.

"Cross!" Ink said, leaning towards him, "They kidnapped you too?"

"Yeah, kinda obvious," Cross said, rushing to Ink and crouching in front of his feet, untying his feet carefully.

"You look fine," Ink commented on his appearance.

"No one even showed up, I was probably just put into the basement as a witness. I saw them grab you, so they grabbed me," Cross explained to the Jury member, moving onto his bound wrists, "Threw me aside to deal with later, I'm guessing."

"Oh, that's nice to know I'm the one who had to get tortured," Ink noted, "But I don't think I'll be able to walk with both of my legs, y'know, kinda broken from a sludge hammer."

"Let's be glad he didn't get to use his chainsaw on you," Cross muttered, sticking his arm around Ink's back and wrapping the skeleton's arm around his neck, hoisting him up from his creaky seat, "I'd teleport, but I can't, obviously."

"Don't blame you," Ink said, eager to escape from where ever he was, "Let's just get going already."

Cross nodded, adjusting his grip on the frying pan. If he needed to, he could have Chara switch it into a knife, but he probably wouldn't be up for taking control. Unless a full on war was going on, he wouldn't take control anytime soon.

"Do you know the way out?" Ink asked him quietly as they peaked out of the room.

"I know there's a window right there," Cross muttered in a hushed tone, "I hit out a girl earlier, so that's two people unconscious. How many are there here, do you know?"

"There's quiet a bit of us here."

The voice was sudden and from right behind them, causing Cross and Ink to jump, the red and white pupils of Cross looking over the speaker as he turned, almost sending Ink flying off of his body from how fast he had turned.

Nightmare stood there, his arms crossed as he watched the two of them with a devious grin on his face. it was obvious he was enjoying their reactions. They had no idea where they were and defenseless, not to mention just got scared half to death, so it was obvious the male in front of them was enjoying it.

"Oh, that's nice," Ink grumbled, looking down at his injured bones.

"Yeah, you should probably get those patched up," Nightmare said, gesturing to the bleeding legs.

"Sorta busy being kidnapped," Ink commented.

He was already injured, and that torturer would probably wake up soon, so he gave up on being afraid. He hadn't really been afraid from the moment he woke up, he was more worried about his emotion medication replacement wearing off and leaving him emotionless in an unknown location. The Kingdom where they lived in didn't make that kind of medication, so it was imported from one of the other Kingdoms, a smaller one built more on alliances than war. It was one of the few things other than food that they imported to castle, and it was made specifically for Ink. So, he would have to go directly to the castle to get them, and he had no idea where he even was.

He hated feeling emotionless, it was a terribly empty feeling he hated. Everything in that state felt dull, far away, and just boring.

He never wanted to go into that state again.

Cross, however, was terrified, he was trembling with fear. The way this skeleton was looking at him made him want to go bury himself inside of a hole and stay there for the rest of his life.

"U-Uh..." Cross choked off, looking around for any escape of the situation.

"I won't make you guys stay here, I don't do that kinda stuff," Nightmare told them, straightening, "I'm actually here to help you two escape from the vampire building."

"Why?" Ink asked.

"Judging by how little Crossy escaped, I'll say either way you guys will find a way to escape, with or without each other," Nightmare said.

"Y-you found the chair?" Cross gulped.

"I have night vision, I was in the same room. I watched you use your ability, which was really interesting," Nightmare said, "But I'll escort you two out, if you'd like. I just have a small request."

"What's that?" Ink asked.

"Tell your friend, Dream, to stop looking for his brother."

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Duh duh duh!

Yay, another chapter! Can't wait to see what happens next.

Also, keep in mind why I specifically choose to put Ink and Cross together in this situation. Their practically opposites. Cross had two souls, Ink had none. Cross if poor and a servant, Ink is rich and a Jury member. Cross watches everything he says because he's afraid, Ink just says things because he isn't afraid. Cross wasn't very observant, and was impulsive to escape, while Ink was patient and observing in his surroundings. Ink is more controlling and bossy, while Cross is quiet and listening. So, they'll have to fill in each other for their weaknesses and learn how work together in order to survive this situation.

See what i did there? I'm BRILLIANT! *Cackles in background, starts to choke*