Guardian Angel N°1 [The most beautiful flower could not satisfy me…]
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Translated by @theokusgallery ! Thank you very much!
This story is obviously not canonical, please do not refer to it if you are looking for canonical information.
Dreamtale belongs to @jokublog , Error belongs to @loverofpiggies and Ink belongs to @myebi ! Enjoy your reading!
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Ink sighed long, his back arched while he watched with a dull eye the field of echo flowers in front of him. He was desperate, desperate by his constant fails, his flirting attempts for Error that didn’t lead to anything. Seriously, why couldn’t the Destructor just accept his advances? Oh, yeah, because he had haphephobia, they were both enemies and, parenthetically, because Error hated him.
Yet, the painter just wanted to stop these perpetual fights, he wanted love and nothing else! But no, no matter the efforts, the Destructor didn’t want to hear anything.
A teleportation noise caught his attention, taking him out of his sullen thoughts to annoy him even more. He could recognize these steps between a thousand, so he left a weary sigh out:
“Nightmare, I am really not on the mood to fight now.”
The bad dreams master was definitely most detestable living being that Ink could ever know, and he was weighing his words! His animosity towards him wasn’t a secret for anyone and this hate was perfectly reciprocal. Yet, this night, Nightmare didn’t try any trick, any attack. He just set next to the painter without saying a word, visibly mad even if he was trying to control himself.
“I’m not on the mood either if you want to know.
-Bad day?
-Yeah. You too?
-Yeah.
-Error ?
-Killer ?”
They both nodded at the same time. What a poor duo… The only think they had in common was the fact that they both were as bad in love as the other.
Ink puffed his cheeks:
“I’m done making efforts for nothing! Seriously, I’ve been flirting with him for a while now to obtain nothing but hate!”
Nightmare laid his chin on his hand, irritated:
“Same. I make considerable efforts for Killer and this asshole still say that I’m not honest and that he’ll go with Color!”
New simultaneous sighs. They shared a look. An understood look as if, for the first time in many centuries, they were on the same wavelength. After all, … If their loved ones rejected them, what was left for them? What was left except them, two broken and sad souls, looking for comfort?
They brought their faces imperceptibly closer, staring at the other, ready to turn the page, to go to the next step…
And a crunching sound petrified them. Still near to each other, not sure if they heard well or not, they slowly spinned their heads to see behind them… and then they saw a black bones' skeleton, sitting just behind their back, who was looking at them, eating greedily a handful of pop-corn.
“Go on, go on.”, said the stranger, still staring at them.
The two others blushed with embarrassment, suddenly getting further to each other, recovering quickly.
“Who are you ?!” yelled the master of nightmares, unsheathing his deadly tentacles.
The stranger took the time to end his bouchée, then licked his fingers one by one before standing up and dust himself. Mad of impatience and rage, Nightmare projected immediately his appendages towards him… To hit nothing but empty.
“Wh…?
- What? You think I’m just gonna stand there and take it?”
Nightmare speedily turned around: the black bones' skeleton was now behind him, one hand in a pocket of his long violet coat and the other rearranging his grey scarf around his neck.
“…. Hum… Really, who are you? I don’t remember having seen you in the Multiverse! Ink intervenes, curious, while his pupils were turning into interrogation points.
- Yup, I'm new here, and I don't like socializing. But I like overflowing love scenes.”
The stranger tends his hand to the painter, a little smile on his teeth:
“Yo, my name’s Nyx, Nyx the skeleton.”
Always happy of meeting new people, Ink didn't hesitate to shake his hand:
“Nice to meet you! I'm Ink, the multiverse guardian! And here’s Nightmare, the bad dreams’ guardian!”
Bad dream's guardian who grumbled, glancing at Nyx. This one gave him an amused smile and stretched.
“Cool. So, you're a couple or something?
- Wh… NO! panicked Ink. It’s… It's just that…!
- That you've been rejected by your crushes and you're looking for comfort? Not lucky, really.”
Nightmare prepared himself to skewer Nyx but was narrowly restrained by Ink. Without even caring about it, Nyx took a huge bag that he had left near here and started to look for something in it. He ended up taking a notebook and a pen, then wrote.
“Hey, would you guys wanna do an experiment? said Nyx. I want to increase my matchmaker skills.
- Matchmaker? cautiously repeated the two others.
- Yep, like, I try to play the matchmaker. I can help you with your men.
- Tch, go die, mumbled Nightmare.
- Ok, I write ‘do not cooperate, prefers to let Killer to Color’ “
A tentacle caught violently Nyx on his neck, but he didn't even let his sketchbook down. Nightmare, mad of rage, rumbled with hate:
“I'm going to make you swallow your own teeth…
-… No problem. So, you know how to manage with Killer?”
The bad dreams' master tensed up, reluctant. He thought of Killer's face, of his smile, his laugh, of his presence that he could not do without anymore, that he would miss so much if he left the castle...
He rumbled again but let Nyx fall on the ground. The one massaged his neck, wincing a bit, but came straight back to his goal:
“I guess I can intervene then. Same with Error, isn’t it?
- How did you…? marveled Ink before getting interrupted.
- I’d just ask a place to live, please. A bedroom in the castle will be perfect.”
He took his things and dragged Nightmare and Ink in a portal, landing directly in the bad dream’s castle, in one of the main free rooms. Any of the two skeletons had the time to be chocked that Nyx continued, still writing on his notebook:
“So Killer doubts of Nightmare and wants to go with Color, so we have to show him his master's sincerity and take him away from the rival. Any idea? Of course not, or you wouldn't need my help. I'm gonna think about it. As for Error, we have to find a way to reach his feelings. I already have some ideas about that. Let's talk about this tomorrow, okay?”
He dragged them to the door while saying all of his monologue, and it was when the door slammed and they were all alone in the corridor that they finally realized that they had been totally manipulated from the beginning by a completely unknow skeleton who, astound, seemed to know their entire life.
Ink was the multiverse's guardian, the creator, one of the most powerful living beings of all AUs. But beside his role and his duty, Ink was still a big child skeleton and immature who liked to have fun, and plainly, this secret meeting between him, Nightmare and Nyx was one of the most entertaining. He seemed to be a member of a secret group with serious rules like “Rule 1, talking about the secret club is forbidden. Rule 2, talking about the secret club is FORBIDDEN!”.
However, he was having a lot of fun and stamping with excitement, cross-legged on the bed of the room that Nightmare ‘gently' lent to Nyx.
The bad dreams’ master, as for him, was standing, crossing his arms, looking grumpy with a furious look. This meeting enchanted him as the undesired presence of this unknow skeleton in HIS castle, which wasn’t much.
And last but not least, Nyx, peacefully seated on the office's chair, doodling random things on his sketchbook while chewing some dangos' skewer.
“Ink, we’re gonna start with you, finally announced the black skeleton.
- Ok chief ! What do I do ?
- The opposite of what you did until then.”
The painter leaned his head on the side:
“What do you mean?
- You’re giving too much attention to Error. You’re always looking for him, talking about him, showing that you want to see him and that you love him, and I don’t mention the fact that you’re always trying to approach him.
- I'd just want him to get used to me and to try to touch me…
- Unfortunately, it doesn't work, so we're gonna change our method. First, stay away from him, don't talk about him, stop looking for him every time. You're preventing him from living by showing your affection too much. He's gonna feel jailed and forced, that's not what you want, isn't it? A mutually consented relationship his better, huh.
- Yes, of course, seen like this… I never thought about it this way.”
The creator looked down shamefully before refocusing his attention on Nyx’ speech:
“More, Ink, being obsessed with someone is dangerous for yourself. You're too dependent on Error's presence. Loving someone is good, but getting sick about it isn't. I think this will be as beneficial for you as it'll be for your relationship with him.
- … Change at all is going to be hard.
- Change slowly, then. We’re gonna do it step by step. Wen you’ll wanna see him, come up to me instead, or go to your friends’ place. Think about something else, draw, have fun! Intervene when it’s urgent only, when Error is destroying an AU, for example.”
Ink nodded fast, his eyebrows frowned, writing on his scarf all he must remember. Nyx smiled a little at Ink's attendance before turning to Nightmare. The bad dream's master grunted:
“I'm not your pet, don't give me orders.
- Advices aren't orders, only suggestions. And I know that you're clever enough to choose which advices you should to follow.”
The anger of the place's master subsided, but didn’t disappear however. Haughty, Nightmare said:
“Well, go on then.
- Did you say to Killer that you love him?”
The office shattered and Nyx avoided the massacre only thanks to his sharp reflexes that teleported him in the other side of the room. He wrote on his sketchbook:
“‘Haven’t told his feelings yet’.
- I don’t need to tell him, he knows it! yelled Nightmare.
- Not necessarily. What do you do to prove it to him? He says ‘I love you’ and your answer is a vague ‘me too’?”
Nightmare reminded silent, we could almost see smoke of anger coming out of his ear canals. Mad of anger, his non-response was a loud and clear confirmation.
“You're hopeless, commented Ink.
- Look who's talking!”
An amused smile stretched Nyx’s teeth before completely disappearing. He looked at his notes and resumed:
“Killer probably have a big lack of self-esteem to doubt about you that much. After all, the bad dream’s master answering ‘me too’ for an ‘I love you’ is more of an achievement. You dislike public marks of affection?”
Nightmare made a little wince, which confirmed Nyx’ doubts.
“I see. Well, in that case, we will do it slowly too. Show little affection marks to Killer in public, as often as possible. First in your privacy, and then gradually in public.
- … What kind of marks?
- Mm… little touches, physical contacts as rustlings, gifts maybe? And, no, violent rough sex is not an affection mark. Killer probably ended up thinking that he’s just a sextoy to you.”
The guardian froze while hearing these words, suddly feeling very guilty. He looked away, muttering out a small anthology of insults while clenching fists.
Nyx smiled again:
“We’ll already try to do this. I count on your collaboration.”
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