From Murder to Dust

14 - Pictures

"Why do I have to jump off the roof?" Nightmare wondered.

"Because it'll look cool!" Killer reminded.

"That makes no sense."

"It's either this or pop out of a giant cake."

"I'm taking this, then."

"That's the spirit!"

"Okay, I'll get in position!" I said, jumping off the roof to land on the trampoline situated below. I wouldn't recommend that anybody did this at their own house, because our trampoline was built for jumping off the roof, and others could get seriously injured; we were professionals. "Ready!"

Nightmare muttered something from the top, but I couldn't hear it from the ground. I lifted my camera and took as many photos as I could while Nightmare was falling. When he landed, he mumbled something about regret, but I didn't care, because I had the photos, which all turned out great; there were no regrets on my part, but I wasn't sure about Nightmare - he decided to lie down after that. For the next few hours, I was snapping many memorable pictures of everybody and everything, Paps included. Eventually, we had to go out to spread negativity again, and Horror came along, since he was with us at the time, anyway. I wasn't going to let this get in the way of my picture taking, though; Killer and Horror made sure to get into tons of picture-worthy situations, all of which were captured. 

When Ink, Dream, and the swap brothers showed up, they weren't left out of the fun; I could multitask shooting rocks and taking pictures fairly well, and they didn't even know they were on camera! It was classic! I even managed to capture some of Ink's nasty glares towards me; yeah, he really hated me. It wasn't even a question as to if he did or not, since he obviously had a thing against me. The others even joked about it sometimes, and I'd join in just because I could. Grudges were horrible things to bear; I knew that better than most. Who knew how many years I spent holding that grudge against the kid? I'd let that go now, and I was better for it. When you held a grudge, you just thirsted for revenge until it wasn't even revenge anymore, and it became something worse: you enjoyed hurting the person you held a grudge against. You enjoyed hurting others. It was a terrible feeling when you thought about the consequences of a grudge you held for longer than you should have. I just hoped Ink had some sense of forgiveness as I pelted his fingers with rocks - I doubted it.

When the fighting stopped, we went home to look at the pictures, which were amazing, if I did say so myself; some of the reactions to the pictures were photo worthy, and were turned into photos promptly. I really liked taking pictures of things. The last pictures we looked at were from the battle.

"I look good in that one!" Killer complimented himself.

"How'd I get 'n the back'roun'?" Horror asked.

"No clue, but your axe is lookin' sharp."

"Next." I stated, switching the picture to one of Ink's glares.

"Oh boy, Ink looks mad!" Killer was laughing.

"Can looks kill?" Nightmare questioned.

"Well, if they can, it's a wonder Dust is still around!"

"Looks like he'll burs' inta flames." Horror was giggling.

"Next." I flipped to the next picture, one of Nightmare in battle with Dream.

"Oh boy, that's a classic!" Killer said.

"Might wanna keep i.'" Horror confirmed.

"Nightmare looks good in that photo, brother!" Papyrus floated around the camera.