When actually, being the destroyer was just a temporary job.

25. O Valley of Plenty!

What greeted Cross when he arrived was a mess.

Maybe he should go back to Ink.

But he had already teleported.

There's no going back.

That's what Cross told himself when he chose to fully joining this chaotic gang anyway.

Sigh.

He was sighing a lot today.

"Dude, why are there ketchup bottles everywhere?"

Cross asked Horror.

Horror slowly turned his head to face Cross in a creepy way.

"Hey, Cross."

Horror said.

"Uh huh?"

Cross replied, feeling nervous.

"Are we in heaven?"

Horror questioned him with a huge grin on his face.

"What."

Cross said back.

"I mean, there's suddenly a bunch of ketchup bottles in front of us!!"

Horror exclaimed excitedly.

He even waved his hands to emphasize his point.

Thankfully, he put down the hotdogs before doing that so there were no flying hotdogs.

"Horror, I don't get your point by that...

But I know that we currently aren't dead right now to go into the afterlife."

Cross answered.

Horror stared at him.

Cross stared back.

"What?"

Cross asked him.

"Nothing, I just forgot something."

Horror said while shaking his head.

"Oh. But I guess you don't know the cause of the sudden appearance of the ketchup bottles or the loud bang noise from outside the castle either."

Cross remarked.

"Yup."

Horror responded while picking up the hotdogs he has put down and eating some of them.

Dream ignored the two talking with each other and slowly sneaked away.

He knew that the ketchup bottles would distract them.

Then, one of them glanced his way.

Dream felt like his soul had stopped working.

However, to his utter relief, they turned their eye lights back to their companion.

Thank the apples.

Dream continued sneaking till he found a deep staircase.

It held a sign that said "The dungeons."

Was this where Ink was?

It was...dark.

So far, Dream had thrown the glitter bombs on the outside and the ketchup bottles on the hallway to distract Nightmare's gang.

And then he threw the books that he knew that Nightmare used to love at where he felt his enormous aura.

While making his own aura small as he can, of course.

But Dream knew that his distractions wouldn't last forever.

He clenched his fists and walked down the staircase, hoping for the courage to fight the fears of what could be inside this unknown darkness.