Murder and Ghost [Dust Sans x Reader]

chapter 5

He was oddly quiet, yet still violent. Maybe even more violent than before what happened the other day with the kids.

The event had plagued your mind since then. You weren't worried, just curious. Why would Dust, someone who literally kills people for fun, save those kids? What was that expression on his face about? What was that floating skull?

The skull is obviously a skeleton's, but why was there one? Are they another victim of Dust? Are there more skeletons? Where did Dust even came from?

What were their relationship with each other?

So many questions, yet so little information.

"Hey Dust."

"Again with that nickname."

He grumbles. He was sitting on top of a roof, one of his leg were propped up, while the other is dangling down. One of his arm were resting on the leg that's propped up, while the other is placed next to the ground.

"I don't know your name, so suck it up."

He scoffs.

"What do you even want."

"What happened?"

"I don't know what you're referring to." He says, his eyesockets half lidded, the smile usually on his face was turned into a displeased one..

"The one with the kids."

"We don't talk about that." He replies, his tone with a hint of venom.

You hum, so it's a sensitive topic to the male. Interesting.

"Why not?" You ask, floating in front of the male upside down, as he stares down at you.

"Does the topic hit a sore topic to you?" You ask. "Why? Have a younger sibling?"

"It's none of your goddamn business." he hissed out, yet you only sent him a wicked smile.

"Aw, but why?"

He stood up, and started walking away.

"Why Dust? Did something happened to them? Oh, are they dead?" You ask, Dust stopping completely at his tracks. You can see his hands curling into a fist, and how his shoulder tensed up.

"Oh they are. Did you kill them too?"

You have never saw him turn towards you in such a fast pace. Too bad it didn't snapped his neck.

You thought.

His eyesockets were wide and bonebrows narrowed. He was enraged.

He summons a bone, and tried to hit you, but it only passed by you.

"Wow! I really did hit a nerve!" You laugh, as he continues swinging the bone to you.

"You can't hurt me, we both know that." You yawn, as the bone has passed by you once again.

You paused, when he stopped. He was slumping forward. His hands still had a tight grip on the bone.

But that's not what got you to start feeling a bit bad for what you did.

It was how his form was shaking, his breath ragged.

"You don't know anything." He whispers harshly, his skull tilts up. His eyeslights making contact with your widened ones.

"You don't have the right, To judge ME, for what I have done." He says, the tears on his eyesockets proved what you said really hurted him.

"It was for the better, and it costed me everything I had."

His voice cracked. He lets out a pained laugh. As he started walking away.

You stared at his back, but soon followed him.

You're not feeling bad, you're just..curious.

Yes, curious...

||Author's note||

Hello, Have a nice day :))