Cross had been with us for five months now, and it was difficult. Aside from the fact that he had never been a part of a true family before, he also seemed to have no clue how to be a child; he asked what hide and seek was. It was obvious that we would also have to break him from his old habits; he kept thinking that we would break his arm if he even stuttered! That specific subject led to a lecture on why I would never hurt my children in such a way - unless they developed certain tendencies that would impact their lives in horrible ways if not dealt with in time, but that was for later in life. On the bright side, he had begun to call me "Dad," and I believed that he was beginning to feel some true happiness; he had shown a smile when he discovered a certain type of candy: chocolate. I would be keeping that in mind. He was also doing well in his schooling, apparently knowing how to read and write without any further instruction. He did have trouble in a few areas, however, but that was what school was for, after all! At the moment, I had left the boys at home, since I had to work. I was currently in one of the many "good side" AUs, keeping the balance.
When I was gone, my boys would do a variety of different things, from playing games to studying. I had noticed that Cross preferred to study rather than play games, but he was allowed to do that, of course; the others were definitely for playing, though. While Cross wasn't too fond of games, he was actually quite interested with Flapjack! He had apparently always wanted a pet, but the laboratory had never allowed him to care for one; he was certainly caring for one now! My boys all had their own opinions on Flapjack. Cross liked to spend time with the blaster, sometimes even asking if Flapjack could sleep on his bed occasionally, which I was fine with; Flapjack couldn't hurt him unless I ordered him to - which I would never do. Killer liked to teach Flapjack tricks; Flapjack was well-versed in the art of rolling over. Horror took the job of feeding Flapjack, trying to figure out Flapjack's favorite foods. Dust wasn't exactly fond of Flapjack; he had apparently had a bad past with pets, but we were working on that. As for Flapjack, he was accustomed to having multiple children playing with him and dressing him up in different ways; I had come home once to see him dressed as a baseball player - he had even had a glove stuck on one of his teeth.
Today was a nice day; the multiverse seemed more lenient than usual, for some reason, and my workload was lighter than I had expected; I would be ready to go back home after only one universe! Of course, that didn't grant me luck; my adversaries arrived earlier than I had usually seen them, and they were ready for a fight. I readied myself quickly for battle, and I faced down the trio.
"Brother, you don't have to do this!" Dream exclaimed. "You can come with us!"
"That's ridiculous." I glared at him. "You're an idiot, Dream."
Being rude was a sensitive subject for me. Although I had never said it out loud, I despised rudeness; why would I have liked what I was taunted with for so long? I had at first tried to deal with my brother in a calmer fashion, but there came a certain point when something happened - rather, the multiverse stepped in. My brother had been neglecting his side of the balance, but the multiverse hadn't spoken to him about it, opting to come to me, first. When I had heard that my tormenter would soon come after the brother I loved, I had to try to stop it; that was easier said than done. I debated with it for days inside my mind - which turned out to only be an hour in reality, but I didn't care in the end - to try to get it to spare my brother from my fate, and I eventually won, convincing the multiverse that it was logical for me to handle the balance alone..for a price. If my brother were to be spared, I would have to convince him that I hated him. I had never fought my brother in a true battle with the intent to hurt him before that..I missed those days, but I couldn't argue. The multiverse had spared him. All I had to do was what it wanted.
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FanfictionThe Guardian of Negativity, sometimes called the King thereof. He's one of the coldest, meanest beings in the multiverse. So..why does he suddenly have small footsteps scurrying around the house? Nightmare Sans story. I do not own Nightmare Sans or...
