This is the repost of a one shot from my Bad sanses one shot, because i have now a next

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When Killer opened his eyes, he couldn't feel anything... or truthfully, feel everything that is so painful he became numb. Under his tired stare, his soul was proudly floating in this familiar inverted crimson heart form. It looked so natural like this, but Killer was internally terrified. It hurt, but Killer managed to pass over his own pain to ask :

"How is Nightmare?!"

Dust weirdly stared at Killer, who is painfully sitting, asking himself why he asked that. He found Killer passed out in the middle of the corridor, his soul floating above him with this new form Dust never saw. This is Killer he found on the floor, so why would he care about Nightmare?

Killer raised his hand to point his inverted soul with his index, raising his now showing white lifeless pupils to the dusted Sans. A memory struck Dust in the back of his head, remembering him he had asked the opened soul how he ended up like that.

"When Nightmare found me in my AU, he decided to curse me so I wouldn't kill myself." Had said Killer with a grateful smile. Dust had never seen someone this happy to be cursed. "Plus, the demon child can't taunt me anymore, I'm free!"

This souvenir came back like a bullet in Dust's mind as he finally understood what Killer implied by asking how their boss was doing, he burst out of the room to look out for their boss. He met Cross's path and stopped to speak with him, asking if he saw Nightmare and if not, go take care of Killer as he looked for their boss.

The monochrome went to Killer's room as Dust told him with a puzzled look, more questions in his head than answers. He found the skeleton with opened sockets, murmuring at the emptiness. Cross swore Killer was having a conversation but with who? He sat on the border of the bed but Killer did not flinch an inch, thought he had a slight movement of the head.

Nightmare was nowhere to be found and a kind of alert state is raising in the castle. The HQ of the crisis reunion was Killer's room, the target souled killer had to explain what happened. The skeleton was acting strangely, staring everywhere and having spasms.

Killer began to explain by revealing to Horror and Cross the curse Nightmare had put to him because of his Chara in his head. He shortly spoke about his madness and suicidal thoughts that led to this curse, still acting strangely, and so he's linked to Nightmare's core magic. He continued, explaining the difference between spells and curses, meaning the curse will be on until Nightmare's death or total loss of powers.

Everybody began to understand what was happening. Killer cut the stress out stating that Nightmare is hidden in the castle in a secret room. Everyone was strangely looking at the killer which he rolled his pupils and said:

"I was looking for him since a few days because I felt the curse twitching, my soul began to hurt again and I'm hallucinating again. I found him in a weird state in a corridor of the east aisle, I think it's where I blacked out because Night had a crise, I heard him scream before I hit the floor under my pain. I know the cursed had been lifted there."

Horror freaked out when he understood Nightmare was dead. He was his savior and he didn't want to lose that. The smaller dusted sans beside him spoke.

"You are very calm for someone who got his demon child back in his head." said Dust.

"I' m telling you this not knowing if I'm currently hallucinating and speaking to ghosts or if you're really there because you and Cross have the demon's child eyes and their fucking smile. Also I can see your brother and Cross's Chara. Much cooler than mine."

Everyone was speechless by a bit everything that had been said. Dust looked at his brother that is pretty sure Killer can see him indeed, XChara was proud of being cooler than Killer's own maniac but Cross was much more worried like Horror. Killer finally lifted his cover to let see numerous fresh stabs on his legs, all along.

"If you are healing me you are real, if you are torturing me, you are the devil."

Cross immediately reacted to this, his magic illuminating his clothes as it surrounded Killer's legs. Killer is sighting in relief to not be having visions. When Cross finished the healing, he asked for bandages to put them around the legs, and when he finished all the process, he took Killer in his arms for comfort. Killer was not expecting it but didn't budge and accepted this sweet embrace.

"I'm going to take care of Killer while you look for Nightmare and find out what the fuck is happening. Dust, use your brother to look behind walls, Horror, call Error. Maybe his old godly knowledge can lead us somewhere and to answers. Also, Killer might become dangerous, I'm taking him to Xtale, it's a void, he can barely destroy anything there. Deal or questions?"

"I almost protested because you're giving orders but I'm gonna shut up because the one giving orders is missing and you actually gave good orders." said Dust.

Horror shook his head and wished Cross and Killer good luck and take care before the monochrome disappear with the one in his arms and some stuff from the room.

When Killer reopened his eyes, he discovered the blinding whiteness of Cross's ancient universe. He was on his bed in the middle of the universe, spotting nothing more than his bed, some clothes on a chair... and a ripped white cloth? Did he fell asleep again? Or passed out? Why is it empty?

Where is Cross?

A giggle made him realize that he was hallucinating and he was by himself. He invoked a red glowing knife, ignoring the strange cushion he felt around him. Noises grew to his ears, the giggle echoed everywhere and he felt the headache grow. A glitched noise came to him, making him turn back. Horror creeped through his bones as he faced a glitching unknown thing in front of him.

Glitching more, he could see faces from time to time. His old Frisk appeared, crying before being suddenly taken back in the heap of glitches and being replaced by the demon smile with his leaking eyes. As its hand stretched to him, the kid is suddenly replaced by a figure he didn't recognize. He knew how a Gaster looked like, and this one felt so familiar. The scientist was clutching a red glowing soul, tears running his cheeks, saying to Killer he was sorry too and that he hoped Papyrus and him would have a great life despite his own mistakes.

Killer couldn't take it anymore. He screamed in agony, dropping the knife to hold his head and letting his magic uncontrollably attack everything. The child's laugh echoed more, feasting on the broken mental, mixing with Flowey's weird laugh and everything seemed to turn black.

As Killer was breaking down in Madness, laughing and crying, mumbling multiple things, Cross teleported back with bags of food. He dropped them on the floor when he saw the state Killer was in, and run to him, ordering XChara to help him. He tackled Killer into a hug, hearing incoherent murmurs. It seemed like ghost voices echoed in the whiteness, like if snakes where hissing, as Cross caught glimpses of Killer's muttering... Like "Dad... I know you're my dad... why can't I remember you?... kiddo...yeah... seven different souls... stronger... power... DT... unlimited...Papyrus."

Killer lost control of his power, the red magic swirling around him as he cried silently, murmuring non-stop the name of his little brother. He murmured the name countlessly until it changed. Cross was prepared to any attack, but not this one. Killer stood up, yelling that he must get stronger, as more knives were summoned around him. Cross was forced to let go of Killer to summon his own knives and limited his own physical damages. He ended up with cuts on his arms and face. He was about try to immobilize Killer when a flashlight passed him to hit Killer.

Cross realized the flash was Dream, who was currently holding Killer's head firmly. He was murmuring things Cross couldn't understand and the broken mind skeleton fall limply on the guardian of positivity. Cross was surprised and couldn't say anything but he quickly ran to Dream to Take Killer in his arms and check him.

"What did you do?!"

"I put him into a coma. He was being too dangerous." Answered Dream. "Error called me."

Cross ignored Dream to lift Killer bridal style in his arms and brought him to his bed where he laid the sleeping in. He carefully checked for wound and found deep scratches on the head and on the neck. He forced on his magic to heal the wounds, followed by Dream, who Cross didn't reject this time.

"You said Error called you." Said Cross after sitting next to Killer.

Dream stared at Cross with an unencryptable face. It was neutral, showing worry and tiredness, but he felt odd to Cross. Dream stood in front of Cross, thinking before finally answering.

"You know how Night and I were created by a spirit..." Cross nodded so Dream continued. "We can feel each other's magic, presence... something to tell we still are alive..." Dream's hand raised so he could see them. "Night's presence changed when he got corrupt... and now, I can barely feel him... but I can tell he turned back. He is in his old form and he's dying for only god knows how."

Tears appeared at his sockets as he turned around so Cross couldn't see. He was violently shaking as the monochrome was proceeding all the information. But Dream broke down further. What he said chilled Cross to the core.

"I don't want to die..."

He felt like his world would collapse. He didn't want to understand. Why would Dream die? His link to Nightmare is that deep? What will happen to Killer then? Will he die because of his Madness, take his own life in order to end it all???

Error teleported in Xtale with a very serious face. Ink arrived too, a hollowed stare on his face.

"Dream?... Is- Is that true?" asked Ink.

"You-... Creator, you're a filthy liar and a traitor !" Dream burst out, his magic flying violently.

Cross protected Killer by dropping on the floor with the unconscious body, cuddling it against him in a cover, protecting him from being hurt more. Error slashed through the magic so nobody would be harmed. But Dream was filled with anger and sadness.

"I didn't told you to let him alive for nothing ! We are bonded !"

Dream's voice turned dark, and turquoise seemed to flash through his eyesight. Even Error seemed shock and terror could be seen in Ink's eyes as Dream turned to squat next to the two bad guys. He put his gloved hand to Cross's shoulder and the monochrome understood it all. Horror crawled Cross's back. He kept Killer against him, staring at Dream in disbelief and shock.

Dream stared angrily at the two gods, his golden eyes were circled by turquoise, and black liquid began to leak from his sockets. He moved his hand to Killer, putting it on his back. Cross didn't move, recognizing his boss's aura.

"DREAM ! WHAT HAVE YOU DONE ?!" screamed Ink.

Dream didn't said anything. He extracted Killer's soul from his ribcage in a fast and slight move. Cross tensed up, but Dream murmured... if it was still Dream... The monochrome put a hand on Killer's head, like a slight protection... he tried to understand what the positive was murmuring, only hearing words like "I'm cursing you... feelings... soul..." Dream was cursing Killer to get rid of Chara. The red soul stayed as a heart but was a target. When he finished, Dream stood as Cross got Killer's soul.

"You made a mistake Ink..."

Even Error flinched. Dream invoked his soul, sending chills to everyone. The usually golden soul was corrupted by purple and turquoise slime. It was leaking furiously and the colors were mixing into a weird black and neutral blue color. He teared his golden cloak, shredding the sun on.

"You made so much, you need to learn... consequences for once."

Two wings spread from his back in a sickening broken noise, followed by three tentacles that swirl around themselves into a big tail. Dream crossed his arms, not bothered at all by his own physical pain. He finished to rip his golden top and cross back his arms.

"Dream, how did you absorb Night? That should have killed you." Asked Error.

"A soul is ready to do everything to survive... Night was dying and so do I. They fused."

The soul got back in in body, a tatoo appeared on his forehead and arms. He condescendingly stared at Ink as he took off his circlet and threw it to the floor, breaking it.

"Now, Ink, what will you do?" asked Dream with a semi smile, reminding the cocky behavior from the dark twin.

Cross kept staring at the scene with a Killer emerging from his sleep in his arms. The killer stick himself against the monochrome, watching the weird Dream he thought he came from his hallucination again. Cross turned Killer's head in his shoulder as he assist at the beginning of a new era, a war between Two chosen and two Guardians.