#tyraxes commission

[wishingstarinajar]

Took on a few bust commissions so have two colored sketches!

Eclipse - Tyraxes (commissioned by NevertaleSans as a gift!) Platinum - NovaTheRator

[leonanette]

The Family Tree of the Valyrian Gods from 'The Man in the Pearl Mask'

Since I have put way too much effort into the lore around my fic's version of the Valyrian gods (borrowing heavily from ancient mythology in the process), it makes sense that I should share the family tree. Since tumblr's messed up the image quality, I've added close-ups.

Hopefully, this should make the vague hints on the family relationship in my fic clearer. I decided to put the gods' animal aspects as placeholders for now. I'll come back and add their profile pictures when I have the time/means to commission them.

Credit for pictures (so far):

Syrax - @hrgves (animal aspect is a horse)

And, yes, because this is Valyria we're talking about, there's going to be plenty of incest. Hey, all the cool ancient pantheons do it.

Creation Myth (in a nutshell - more details will be provided in the individual profiles)

So, in the beginning, there was primordial chaos. Out of that primordial chaos came six eggs. They dropped from the sky onto a land with fourteen volcanos. When they landed, the eggs cracked and the seven original gods emerged from them. In order of hatching, they were:

Aegarax

Meleys

Gaelithox

Tyraxes and Vhagar (they emerged from the same egg)

Arrax

Shyrkos

The broken eggshells became the land and the fluid that came during the hatching became the oceans.

Time passed, the land bloomed and the Valyrian freehold was born. Soon, there rose a debate as to who should rule over the land and over the other gods. This grew into a war and it came down to three: Arrax, Tyraxes and Vhagar. Both Tyraxes and Vhagar knew they couldn't win on their own so they both tried to persuade Arrax to marry them and join their forces against the other.

Arrax chose Tyraxes and they ruled as King and Queen of the Gods. Tyraxes bore Arrax three children: the twins, Meraxes and Caraxes, and Balerion. Arrax still had some feelings for Vhagar, however, and those feelings soon became apparent when Vhagar gave birth to Vermithor. Tyraxes grew angry at this betrayal, both from her husband and sister. She couldn't banish Vhagar as their nature meant they physically couldn't be far apart but she could banish Vermithor away from the gods' domain among the fourteen volcanos.

In his lonely abode near a lake, Vermithor saw humans creating tools and then how fire could shape metal. He tried for himself and soon surpassed mortals in what he could create. Gaelithox became curious when he saw Vermithor using fire (Gaelithox's own creation) in such a way. That curiousity grew to admiration and then to love. That marriage infuritated Tyraxes. She wanted it broken up and Vermithor banished anew but, Arrax, weary of her spite, overruled her and Vermithor was allowed to return home.

Meanwhile, Aegarax and Meleys had a brief love affair ang a son together, who they named Vermax. Over time, however, it became clear Aegarax preferred his animals to his wife and son and Meleys left him, taking Vermax with her. She didn't think he even noticed for years.

Vermax grew up and, as so often happens with children from broken homes, he became a troublemaker. He liked the company of mortals more than gods and would constantly get in trouble for his trickery. One day, however, one mortal caught his eye. The sorceress, Tessarion, was already married but her husband had betrayed her to marry a rich widow. Enraged, she schemed to kill the widow, her father and even the children Tessarion had with her husband, leaving that faithless husband alone and in infamy. Meleys was impressed with this revenge scheme and Vermax was enchanted. When her husband died, Vermax courted and won Tessarion's affection. By doing a big favour to Arrax and by Meleys' petitions, he had Tessarion ascended to godhood and, soon, they were expecting a child.

At that time, Tessarion would visit her temples and offer prophecies to those who paid homage to her. One day, she gave a prophecy to a man who didn't like what he heard. In a fury, he threw oil of vitriol in her face. This brought on a premature labour and that's how Syrax, the youngest of the gods, was born. Tessarion recovered from her wounds with time and magic but she kept her face covered with a veil after that.

Colour Key

Line colours:

Horizontal white: Siblings

Vertical white: Children

Purple: Married (you can pry the headcanon that Valyrians had same-sex marriages out of my cold dead hands)

Blue: Twins

Red: Extra-marital affair

Picture Frame Colours:

White: Original seven

Blue: Legitimate children

Purple: Illegitimate children

Pink: Ascended mortal

[kotikaleo]

AAAAAAA LOOK I DID THE COMISSION

Thanks lovely @ tyraxes on Twitter for commissioning me and being so patient!

And I am definetly not procrastinating on my comic nooooooo... Sketching is hard okay!!!

[a-v-j]

First one commissioned by @hybinger-nova

Second by Tyraxes

Third by Just-allen

Yes, im still alive, just some how thrown in some artblock and life is occupying me more idk it's problem i wanna draw but it says no lol

Most commissions have 2 characters and/or complete shades in it so me making contents might take a whole while, ooh boy. 'cause my head refuses to take leisure drawings when i got work drawings to do and i must do those first.

The asks in the box will still be answered with drawings but it'll take a while

Undertale © Toby Fox

Nova @ Hybinger-nova

Zephyr, Cyan and Devion © Tyraxes

Blizzard and Damien © Just-allen

Commission temporarily close but here's link incase i reopen

[asongofsnowandstars]

Name: Visenya Velaryon

Alias(es): Littlest Dragon, Sea Dragon, Senya

Title(s): Princess

Allegiance: House Targaryen, House Velaryon

Race: Valyrian

Culture(s): Crownlands

Family: Rhaenyra Targaryen (m), Laenor (f), Laena (a), Aegon Targaryen (su), Helaena Targaryen (sa), Aemond Targaryen (su), Daemon Targaryen (it’s complicated), Baela Targaryen (c), Rhaena Targaryen (c), Corlys (gf), Rhaenys Targaryen (gm), Viserys Targaryen (gf), Aemma Arryn (gm), Alicent Hightower (sgm)

Details:

Visenya Velaryon is the only child of Rhaenyra Targaryen. She was born a few weeks early, but she wasn’t distressingly small and she had no trouble breathing. She will be the heir to the Iron Throne when her mother becomes the queen.

Visenya looks similar to Rhaenyra, with silver-gold hair, though Visenya’s hair is a few shades lighter. Visenya has violet eyes, unlike her mother’s purple, more like her grandmother Rhaenys. Also, unlike her mother, Visenya is impulsive and can be reckless. She is quick to anger, but equally quick to forgive.

Visenya loves speed. Be it a sloop (sailboat), a horse, or a dragon- Visenya loves to go fast. Corlys began taking Visenya out on the water when she was young. He also gave her a small sloop that she can safely sail by herself. Rhaenyra was the one who introduced Visenya to horses. She has a white sand steed mare, who was a gift from the Dornish Princess.

Rhaenys was the first to take Visenya dragon-back… the day she was born. Wrapped in the softest blanket and protected by a thick leather sling that Alyssa Targaryen had commissioned to protect Viserys and then Daemon, Rhaenys flew Visenya to King’s Landing to meet her grandfather while her mother recovered and slept. Until her own dragon, Tyraxes, was big enough, almost every day of her life saw Visenya flying on Meleys, Syrax, or Seasmoke.

Visenya is very interested in her ancestry. Her favorite figure from either side of her family is her namesake, Visenya Targaryen. She eats up every bit of information on Valyria that she can, but her greatest interests are Valyrian magic, dragons, and mythology.

Visenya eagerly awaits her aunt Laena’s return to Westeros as Laena rides Vhagar, Visenya Targaryen’s dragon. She is also eager to meet her twin cousins Baela and Rhaena, who are only three or four months younger than Visenya, herself. She is extremely curious about her great uncle, Daemon, because everyone says that he and her mother used to be so close- also, Daemon wields Dark Sister, the Valyrian steel sword that once belonged to the first Visenya. For unknown reasons, her mother doesn’t talk about Daemon and often looks sad when others do.

Dragon:

Tyraxes egg was put in Visenya’s cradle the day of her birth and Tyraxes hatched when Visenya was around three months old. The dragon grew considerably faster than their Targaryen counterpart, but by the time Visenya was five, the two had snuck out flying without a saddle. Visenya still flies without reins and directs Tyraxes through Valyrian commands and the pressure of her knees, the same way Visenya controls her mare.

Tyraxes, named after the Valyrian trickster god of Chaos, Change, and Chance, has black scales and horns with deep indigo wing membranes. Tyraxes’ head looks much like Syrax’s, if a little shorter, though Tyraxes’ neck is slightly longer (not as long as Caraxes’ snake-like neck) and more swan-like. With no crests and a larger-than-average wingspan, Tyraxes is mostly built like a much more delicate version of Vhagar. Tyraxes’ legs and tail have some resemblance to Caraxes in their hip flexibility and tail shape, but Tyraxes is much less... Noodle-y.

[carelesscreativity]

MASTERPOST

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KillerDust Wholesomeness https://carelesscreativity.tumblr.com/post/634332805063737344/killerdust-wholesomeness-for-fatebean-commission

Crerror Cuddling https://carelesscreativity.tumblr.com/post/634361984544112640/crerror-cuddling-for-drakinjade-commission-for

DeathGlitch Comfort https://carelesscreativity.tumblr.com/post/634467573473460224/deathglitch-comfort-for-themainalpha-commission

CherryBerry Stars https://carelesscreativity.tumblr.com/post/634472283761754112/cherryberry-stars-for-tinystarfruit-commission

Blightmare Hiding https://carelesscreativity.tumblr.com/post/635108726196600832/blightmare-hiding-commission-for-ko-fi

ErrorBerry First Date https://carelesscreativity.tumblr.com/post/635209551476588544/errorberry-first-date-for-blu3b3rryp13-commission

Bad Guy Poly (Focus on Dust) https://carelesscreativity.tumblr.com/post/635478167970299904/bad-guy-poly-focus-on-dust-for-zellalmasy

NightHorror Panic Attack https://carelesscreativity.tumblr.com/post/635742981455003648/nighthorror-panic-attack-for-lunatone-commission

HorrorDust Freakout https://carelesscreativity.tumblr.com/post/636372152949637121/horrordust-freakout-for-tyraxes-commission-for

TransMasc!Kross Body Worship https://carelesscreativity.tumblr.com/post/636441390844444672/transmasckross-body-worship-for-chromaholster

Bad Guy Poly (Focus on Uncorrupted!Nightmare) https://carelesscreativity.tumblr.com/post/637796869884559360/bad-guy-poly-focus-on-uncorruptednightmare-for

CrossDust Bad Night https://carelesscreativity.tumblr.com/post/638889848013553664/crossdust-bad-night-for-crazythings-commission

Creammare Sickness https://carelesscreativity.tumblr.com/post/640226098589974528/creammare-sickness-for-sarahafterdark-commission

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Kreme Love & Trust https://carelesscreativity.tumblr.com/post/644533204755382272/kreme-love-trust-for-thelemonheartlocket

HorrorDust Softness + Comfort https://carelesscreativity.tumblr.com/post/644567603748241408/horrordust-softness-comfort-for-zeph

DeathGlitch Doubting https://carelesscreativity.tumblr.com/post/644901883503312896/deathglitch-doubting-commission-for

Errink Regretful Soul-Fusing https://carelesscreativity.tumblr.com/post/645164368997253121/errink-regretful-soul-fusing-for-calavirs

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Ink’s Breaking Point https://carelesscreativity.tumblr.com/post/648858614497509376/inks-breaking-point-gift-for-jdemicreates-on

AfterDeath Coffee Date https://carelesscreativity.tumblr.com/post/651263292251242496/afterdeath-coffee-date-for-latenightbarista

DustDream Comfort https://carelesscreativity.tumblr.com/post/649875219308232704/dustdream-warmth-comfort-because-i-had-a-need

Kross Fatal Sparring https://carelesscreativity.tumblr.com/post/649402486983163904/kross-fatal-sparring-gift-for-shironuk

Error’s Strings = Cat Whiskers https://carelesscreativity.tumblr.com/post/632003760186671104/errink-torture-scene-in-which-errors-strings-are

Crink Fluff https://carelesscreativity.tumblr.com/post/630664534400565248/crink-requested-by-anon

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[lumiidragon]

A few commissions I’ve done lately.

EasyBunny on Discord

HereLiesBean on DeviantART

Tyraxes on Discord

Timus The Fox on Instagram

[kotikaleo]

Sketch commission for Tyraxes on twitter.

I enjoyed drawing this so much, especially the part with suit texture uwu

[kotikaleo]

Hi!! Today I brought you commission made for Tyraxes (from twitter)

I enjoyed drawing them so much. The designs are really nice and interesting, I would be glad to hug Laluna. If noone minds of course (◕ᴗ◕✿)

support me on Ko-Fi ☕ • commissions are open òωó

[kotikaleo]

Sup! I brought another commission for Tyraxes (from twitter)

Look at that dynamic pose, that grin!!! I was so happy to draw him! uwu But honestly I died drawing boots, need more practice in that XD

support me on Ko-Fi ☕ • commissions are open òωó

[carelesscreativity]

HorrorDust Freakout for Tyraxes: Commission for Ko-Fi

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(SFW, Angst, Fluff)

Horror could tell something was wrong as soon as he arrived. He was momentarily weakened from gathering all of his starved magic for a shortcut back to Nightmare’s castle. If the giant swirling vortex of purple and red magic jutting out of the top of the castle was anything to go off of, things weren’t going well here. He could feel the raw magic, the power crackling in the air around him. In a way, it made his thinned bones ache, though it was doing nothing to affect his HP.

He had to get inside. He had to get inside and he had to get to HIM. He almost dropped his axe, the handle falling off his shoulder and almost slipping through his fingers. He caught it at the last second, shambling towards the castle doors. The blade of the axe dragged behind him, cutting through the ground, but he didn’t really care. He only had one thing in mind right then.

He shouldered open the doors, his thick frame making it easy. He had a lot of physical power for someone who’s bones looked like they would break in two. Killer was already in the common room, face twisted in worry as he stared up at the ceiling. Cross was there as well, seeming tense as he continued looking up too. The castle gave another rumble and dust rained down from the ceiling. How ironic.

Cross inhaled sharply. He’d been pacing back and forth, that stupidly long scarf of his brushing along the ground as he murmured to something no one else could see. Just like HIM. Horror furrowed his brow and continued forward, shifting his axe so the flat of the blade was being dragged along the ground. He’d been yelled at enough for tearing the carpet by dragging his weapon. “Hey, uh, I don’t think you wanna go up there right now.” Killer’s voice was in warning.

Horror twitched and glanced back at him. Killer was watching him with his empty eyesockets. “He’s not doing so hot right now.” Horror replied dryly that he could tell. His voice was raspy and strained, yet deep. He turned back and started making his way to the stairs again. He growled in frustration as Cross spoke his name next, in a much more worried, urgent tone.

“Horror!” The broken skeleton turned on the soldier with a sharp glare that made the other falter. “L-Listen, it’s REALLY bad right now. Even Boss is struggling to handle him right now. He’s been at it for almost two hours.” Cross gulped. “You’re GOING to get hurt and I don’t think...” He seemed to be trying to word what he wanted to say and Horror narrowed his eyelight at him. Killer cleared his throat, making them both jump.

He tossed his knife up and down as he sighed, sitting on the couch. “What that idiot’s tryin’ to say is that you ain’t built to take an attack like Dust’s. If he lashes out at you and the attack hits, you’d be fuckin’ dead.” Killer said bluntly. “Especially when he’s all riled up like this. He wouldn’t just dust ya, he’d fucking obliterate ya.” Horror stared at him and Killer gave a shrug. “I know you don’t like to hear that, but it’s the truth. And maybe some of us don’t want ya dead.”

Horror stared at them for a moment. Cross was avoiding his gaze and he could tell the other was thinking the same thing. That rubbed Horror the wrong way and he could practically be seen bristling. Deep down, he knew they were right. If he went up there and Dust had finally lost it enough to actually attack him, Horror would be dead in an instant. He wasn’t immortal. He wasn’t numb to pain or able to heal himself naturally.

But that didn’t mean he was weak. Horror was about to speak when the castle rumbled again. Dust screamed from above them. The sound was shrill and piercing, sounding as if it was being dragged from his throat. It was so loud that Horror could hear it clearly from downstairs and his soul twisted. He could hear everything in that noise. Fear, pain, anger and regret. Everything that made Dust who he was.

The power across the entire castle rippled, lightbulbs blowing themselves out and plunging the entire place into darkness. Horror was momentarily blinded before the secondary system came on. They were magic candles that lit themselves all across the castle. But even they were flickering under the power of Dust’s magic. Horror studied the other two in the room.

Cross had screwed his eyes shut and even Killer’s target soul faltered, seeming to lose its shape for a moment as he inhaled sharply. The scream kept going, Dust likely using all the air trapped in his nonexistent lungs. The sound seemed to shake the castle itself. Horror had to get to him. There was so much loss and grief in Dust’s voice. Horror twitched as he turned and started up the stairs.

There was the steady thump as his axe was dragged up every step. The sound finally stopped and Horror found that his hand had raised to the wound in his head. He was gripping it. He paused on the steps, his brow furrowed. He could almost imagine Dust reaching out and yanking his hand away, telling him to quit it. That he wasn’t supposed to be doing that anymore.

With that in mind, Horror managed to pull his hand away from his head, instead balling it into a fist and shoving it into his pocket. He continued to make his way up the stairs. Cross had said Nightmare was already up there, right? The boss must’ve been getting one HELL of a meal from Dust right then. Horror’s mind blanked completely and he paused in the stairs again. What was he doing?

It wasn’t until the castle gave another rumble that he remembered. He continued up, coming out onto the second floor. He could see Nightmare down the hall. He was definitely feeding, his sludge rippling. The wall in front of him had been ripped away into the vortex and Horror could faintly hear mindless babbling inside the whirlwind. It soon escalated into shrieking and Horror felt his soul twist again.

The spark of pain must’ve caught Nightmare’s attention because there was no way he would’ve heard Horror. He turned to look at the broken skeleton, seeming surprised, to say the least. He seemed to ask something, but Horror was already hyper fixated on something else. Through the sparse gaps in the whirlwind of magic, he could see HIM. He could see Dust and he began to shamble over. He wanted to see him. He wanted Dust to see him.

He dropped his axe, finally allowing the handle to fall through his fingers and hit the floor with a soft thump. He reached out towards the whirlwind with a shaking hand. He wondered if what Dust had told him that one night was true. That he would never allow his magic to hurt Horror. At worst, he figured he’d lose a hand and that was okay. It wasn’t his dominant one, so he could live without it. He blinked as a tentacle stopped him.

He looked over at Nightmare, who seemed perplexed and taken back. If anything, he probably didn’t think Horror was stupid enough to try something like that. He could barely hear the other over the roar and crackle of the magic, combined with Dust’s shrill yelling. Horror blinked and spoke in a quiet, hushed voice. He knew Nightmare would be able to tell what he was saying. “Boss, I need ya to trust me...” He managed.

Nightmare stared at him, unblinking for a moment. If Horror had the attention span to keep looking, he would’ve even thought that Nightmare was worried for him. The other finally pulled his tentacle back. He still stood close, absolutely about to step in if it didn’t work out. At this point, Horror wasn’t even sure it would. He mumbled a thank-you and turned back to the vortex. He kept stretching out his hand, shuffling a little closer.

The tips of his claw-like fingers touched the outer layers of the magic. He expected burning or sizzling. There was nothing but a faint tingling and he pushed his hand further in. He couldn’t believe it for a moment. He really didn’t. He stood there, arm halfway through the chaotic whirlwind of magic. He didn’t know what to do for a moment. There was a loud sizzling and a grumble from Nightmare as the magic sheared off the tip of his tentacle when he tried to touch the magic as well.

That meant it was only him. Dust hadn’t been kidding. Horror was momentarily awestruck and he refocused, beginning to fully push his way through. The rough part was getting his head through. The magic momentarily spilled into his skull and he was plagued with sudden visions of monsters in their last moments. Some crawling and most of them crying and begging for their lives. One of them was Papyrus, who seemed calm, still smiling as he dusted.

Horror made it into the eye of the whirlwind, red tears having erupted down his face. He stared at the trembling figure in the middle, who was shrieking and trying to explain himself to no one in particular. There were a lot of phantom monsters in the whirlwind’s walls. Horror could see them all. They were all talking at once, it seemed, but Horror didn’t hear anything but Dust. He could see red and purple magic crackling along the other’s bones.

That would be the difficult part. He could take it, but it depended on how fast he could bring Dust back. Horror wasn’t some weakling, LV.1 monster. Sure, he wasn’t LV.20 like Killer or Dust, but he had some extra HP under his belt. He wondered if Dust knew he was there already. The phantoms were all looking at Horror. Dust was shaking as he turned to face him, his body crackling and his eyes lit feverishly bright. He was breathing odd.

Horror stared at him with wide, teary eyes. “Dust?” He asked, his voice more confused than scared. Dust seemed to be struggling to focus on him. Had the other just called him Dust? Every monster around was chanting that his name was Sans. Sans, Sans, Sans. Not Dust. He furrowed his brow, his body trembling with unbridled magic for a moment. He kept forgetting that Horror was right in front of him, only to realize it all over again. Why was Horror crying? He didn’t like when Horror cried.

“H-Horror...” He managed in a wheezing, whispery voice. Horror took a step forward and Dust’s body immediately lit up, crackling in warning. “Don’t.” He inhaled shakily. The phantoms were still screaming. Papyrus was telling him to kill Horror. “H-He doesn’t have anything for us...” He tried to reason with the ghostly head, only to flinch as Papyrus’ ghoulish grin widened.

“Then he’s just in our way, brother.” Papyrus was right. Horror was in the way. Horror was the only thing keeping them back. Dust focused on him. Horror’s attention had been snagged by the phantoms again, his short attention span showing strong. He had his claw-like fingers nervously hooked together. He wasn’t scared of Dust. He was wary about everything AROUND Dust. He had his shoulders scrunched up and his eyes were wide. He was still crying. Dust didn’t like that. The hooded skeleton’s eyes were fixed on Horror’s hands.

Dust watched as his fingers unhooked and his eyes widened. He blinked as Horror reached up and began to tug at his head wound, seeming frightened. He only did that when he was overwhelmed or trying to remember something. Dust could tell which one it was. He immediately moved towards him, his body snapping into action as he ripped himself away from Papyrus, who hissed for him to come back. He couldn’t. Not when Horror was doing that. He wasn’t supposed to be doing that anymore.

Dust’s stained fingers reached out, taking Horror’s wrist and pulling his hand out of his head wound. Horror jumped and seemed to focus on him as well. “S-Sorry... keep forgettin’...” Horror mumbled quietly. Dust stared at him before seeming to realize that the voice were fading into the background. He was no longer concerned about them. He was concerned about Horror. He had his other hand on Horror’s opposite shoulder.

“You said you wouldn’t do that no more.” Dust said quietly in response, his voice a little strained, but still scolding. The phantoms had vanished from around them. Even Papyrus. Horror ducked his head, seeming slightly ashamed of himself as he apologized once more. Dust came to the realization that he was breathing heavy and his head was pounding. How much time had passed? He was becoming aware of his surroundings again. It seemed he’d blown out the entire wing of the castle.

He was brought back to attention as he felt Horror’s hand slip down into his. The broken skeleton pulled Dust’s stained hand to his cheek, twitching before weakly nuzzling into it. Dust took the opportunity to finally, FINALLY wipe away Horror’s tears. The other squirmed a litrle before pressing into his hand. He opened his eyes.

“Do ya feel better?” Horror asked, glancing up at him uncertainly. The whirlwind was already almost nonexistent. Dust stared at him before leaning forward a little. He hesitated, meeting Horror’s gaze before pressing their teeth together.

It took a moment to click in Horror’s mind, him only able to process the kiss once Dust had already pulled away. A faint heat rose to his cheeks and he ducked his head again, mumbling that that had felt nice. Dust’s fingers twitched against his cheek as he gave a quiet nod. “Did I hurt ya?” He asked, beginning to check over Horror for any signs of injury. The broken skeleton blinked and shook his head.

“Ya weren’t lyin’. Magic couldn’t hurt me.” Horror told him, seeming to give the tiniest hint of a smile. Dust felt heat rose to his own cheeks and his racing soul calmed down a bit. He didn’t know if he could live with himself if he had done anything harmful to Horror. Despite what Papyrus said, Dust didn’t see Horror being in his way as a bad thing.

They both blinked as someone cleared their throat. Nightmare was staring at them, seeming unamused. Dust became aware of just how much debris was around him as a dangling brick clattered to the floor and broke apart next to them. There was broken furniture and glass all around him. Not to mention he’d blown out the power.

Horror gave Dust’s hands a squeeze and the hooded skeleton squeezed back, only able to look around in dulled surprise. He spoke in his monotone, raspy voice. It was almost gone from screaming, but he was sure Nightmare could hear him just fine. “Hey, Boss...” He blinked and glanced back at the blown out wall in ceiling before turning back to see Nightmare’s tentacles flicking in agitation. “Guess... that was my fault, huh?”