Sans AU's Random Oneshots

Quick Story 1

Just a quick thing I wanted to make.

"Why are you always so angry at everyone? Dream is much nicer, you know."

"He's scary, are you sure he and Dream are brothers?"

"Let's go see if Dream's there, he's much easier to talk to."

"Why can't you act nice like your brother?"

He's always heard those same things over and over. Practically everyone said it one way or another. Dream this, Dream that, always Dream, Dream, Dream. Nightmare already knew that people preferred his brother, he knew that fact for years already.

After all  why choose negativity when there's positivity?

Everyone hates the bad stuff and he was just a walking pile of bad. He's grown used to it by now, he had thousands of years to. So when he hears such things it never really comes as a surprise to him anymore.

That didn't mean that it didn't hurt though.

Nightmare was grateful that he had his gang. They didn't hate him and actually preferred him over his own brother. It came as an unexpected surprise to him at first but a very welcome one. It meant that even if he was the walking embodiment of negativity, there are those that cared about him and he cared about them just as much.

But it seems like even they can get tired of him.

It had just been an arguement between him and Cross, about what didn't exactly matter too much. They had been in the living room with the rest of the gang and things escalated a bit. Things like this were normal for them as they tend to happen quite often, so it came as no surprise to anyone. They'd argue, stay mad for a bit, make up and then spend time together. That was the pattern, it should've been like that but...

"WHY CAN'T YOU BE MORE LIKE DREAM?!"

Nightmare froze as he heard those words and he wasn't the only one. Everyone in the castle was now staring at Cross with wide and disbelieving eyes as he panted heavily. His face was still set in a glare as he tried to catch his breath. The monochrome skeleton was just so furious at him right now. But when he lifted his sockets to look at Nightmare he immediately felt regret wash over him as his anger subsided.

The darker just stood there with his singular eye widened. His gaze was trained on him and Cross could clearly see the mix of emotions that went through him at that moment.

Shock, hurt, anger, betrayal... acceptance?

He didn't have time to wonder about that last one as Nightmare had turned around and ran into his room. They heard the door slam shut and everyone just stood there in silence.

"Cross... why the fuck did you just say that?!" Killer yelled and broke the silence that had enveloped the area.

"I- I was j-just-"

"You know how Boss feels about being compared to him! What the fuck is wrong with you?!"

"I'm sorry, I-I was just really mad and-"

"And what?! Decided to say that to him?!"

"A-aLrIGhT t-ThaT's EnOu-Ugh YoU tW-wO." Error sighs as he looks between them.

Killer glared at the monochrome skeleton before turning away with a small huff. Out of all of them he had become the most attached to their boss, and it makes sense; he had been the first one he helped after all, and he saw Nightmare as his father figure. Cross looked down in guilt as he looked to the stairs leading to their bedrooms, already regretting his words. Everyone else had worried looks on their faces, glancing at each other as they remained silent. They don't know what'll come of this, but they all hope that nothing bad happens.