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The sound of their hurried footsteps echoed off the walls, their giggles and snickers masked first by the screams of panic, then by the cries of rage. Hands clasped tightly, though it was unclear as to who was pulling who, as they ran through the hallways, getting further and further from the sound of their success. There was another brief shriek of fear, an encore, and it caused an entirely new wave of snickers to wash over them as they ran. They had to hurry, though; their victim wouldn't be frozen in place forever.
"Come on," Ink whisper-yelled, tugging Nightmare by the hand to his side as they ran. "Faster, faster. They're gonna catch up."
"You're the reason we have to run at all," Nightmare grumbled, but his face was splitting into a grin. "What happened to watching silently?"
"Bah," Ink waved it away with his free hand, dragging his companion into a side hallway. "Too boring. Besides, we got a pretty good show out of it."
Indeed; who knew Cross could scream that high-pitched? A new scream, from someone new, came from another section of the castle. It appeared someone had fallen into their second trap.
"Boo, we missed the show." Nightmare frowned, upset at missing out on the live spectacle. Ink pulled him onwards.
"We can check the cameras later, just keep running." Ink turns to his partner in crime with a grin, making Nightmare grin in return. "Think these were some of our best pranks yet. But we're gonna be in a lot of trouble if we get caught."
"Indeed you are." Dream stood in their way, cutting off their path of escape with a heavy scowl on his face. The two pranksters blanched, faces falling as they slowly skidded to a stop before the unamused guardian. Dream's glare cut right through them. "Now, what do you have to say for yourselves?"
The two turned to look at each other, faces drawn in worry. Then Nightmare cracked a smile, and Ink cracked one in return. Both sporting devilish grins on their faces, they squeeze their joined hands before turning back to Dream and speaking in unison.
"It was all Ink/Nightmare's idea."
And then they split and run in different directions. Nightmare runs as fast as he can for the east wing, Ink for the west wing, and they leave Dream in the dust, unable to decide who to pursue first. Further off, a new bout of yelling occurs as a third prank is activated and the cackles of the two pranksters echo through the castle in response.