Misery Loves Company

And Back Home With You!!!

You sigh heavily, watching your brother as he freaks out over the now gone portal. You snort, “relax, dream, it just went to get the milk”.

“what?”, you laugh at DA! Dream’s clueless look. “it-it’s a joke, dream” you say, barely breathing as you bend over and clutch your empty midsection which hurts from laughing so hard a tasteless joke. “oh shit!! hahaha!!” you’re hysterical at the moment, you think you’re melting from your own joking.

“br-brother!!! your skull’s melting!!” DA! Dream shrieks, so you are then. You merely laugh harder as you sink to the ground as a puddle of sludge, you think OG! Nightmare can travel like this but you’ve never tried it, but now you're feeling a bit experimental.

You feel yourself shift over to where you feel your brother’s positive aura, you slowly piece yourself together and stand tall. “holy shit!!!” you exclaim with a short laugh, “i had no idea i could do that!!!”, you laugh again, looking over at DA! Dream to see his eyelights in the shape of stars, making you briefly wonder if yours are the same way.

At this point you’re unsure that the author is even still here, though you can’t blame them if they left, all of this is just crack fueled energy...

Before you can say anything about the star shapes, the same portal appears again, this time no one stumbles out of it and you’re actually grateful. “well then, bye!” you exclaim, not waiting for a response as you drag your brother through the portal.

You briefly think about whether they’ll follow you through or not but push the thought away when your inner circle rushes at you, by then, you realize you’re in the castle throne room.

“heya, boss” Killer greets, and you watch his target soul waver as he spots Dream. “killer, take dream to his room to get a change of clothes, afterwards come to my office alone” you order, your tone harsh. You have a bone to pick with him over the choice words he’s been sharing with Dream.

In an instant Killer gets serious, probably aware that he’s in trouble and leads Dream away. You don’t even get to move from your spot when Cross, Horror, and Dust begin to close in on you, Cross being the one to voice their worries. “relax, i’m fine” you say, trying to brush them off.

Cross grabs your arm at the elbow and begins leading you to the infirmary with the other two following behind; Science, Medic, and Geno are all inside the infirmary and you feel a bit bad for forgetting them and not letting them go.

You're forced onto a bed while Medic and Science crowd around you. “i’ve already said i’m fine, i have absolutely no injuries” you assure, a little exasperated. They do the checkup anyway at Cross’ behest only to confirm your words, “see, told you” you hold, watching relief fall over Cross’ face.

“s-sorry, nightmare” Cross stutters, a little shame leaking from him. You soak it up with slight satisfaction, “it’s fine, i know you were just worried” you say, sighing from a fond warmth that’s slowly becoming more and more familiar.

You let yourself melt into the floor, effectively freaking out the monsters in the room, and reform in your office. You sigh as you seat yourself in your leather office chair, loving the cool feeling as you kick at the floor and begin to spin out of boredom.

You wait a good five minutes before hearing a knock on the door prompting you to stop your shenanigans. “enter” you order, folding your hands together as Killer walks in, shutting the door behind him. “you wanted t’ see me, boss?” he inquires, you simply nod and gesture to the seat across the desk.

He sits as well, after a bit of hesitation, and you begin your lecture. “today, my brother cursed, and i have reason to believe that he got such language from you, killer” you claim, standing up and turning to the large window behind you, that you have for scenes like these, whilst folding your hands behind your back like some kind of big boss.

You watch way too many mafia movies.

You briefly hear Killer mumble, “where the fuck did the window come from?!”, it makes you smile inwardly though your expression remains carefully blank, “don’t think you can change the subject, killer” you observe. “i would prefer that he didn’t learn language like that, especially in such unflattering commentary, understood?”.

The silence lasts for too long and you snap slightly, tendrils sharp as they point at him, “un-understood!” Killer confirms. With the confirmation you allow your tendrils to drop, “good, you may go” you say, keeping your back turned to him.

As soon as he’s gone you begin to snicker, which soon turns to hysterical laughter. The window seemingly disappears into the wallpaper as you reseat yourself and begin working on paperwork.

Hours pass before you’re finished and you don’t need to look out a window to know that it’s dark, and late. You tiredly rub at your socket and trudge to your room, flopping face first down on your bed.

You growl as you feel something wrong with your room making you look up and scour the area with your piercing cyan eyelight. You can’t seem to find what’s wrong, what’s out of place, so you try to settle down. You try to go to sleep but the feeling of something being wrong with your room frightens you, it’s not safe right now, is what your soul says.

You grab your favorite pillow and shuck your over-tunic off before trudging out of your room, being sure to lock it behind you. You take a moment to remember the layout of the castle before dragging your body to the southwest hall.

You stop at a familiar door, not bothering to read the label since you already know. When you knock, there is mere silence for a few moments and you consider going to Dream’s room instead, until the door opens to reveal a disheveled and tired looking Cross. “nightmare? what are you doing here at this time of night?” he asks, opening the door wider anyway.

You walk in, waiting for Cross to close the door. Once he does, you sit down on his bed, “something was off about my room and it didn’t feel safe, can i sleep with you?” you inquire, shame making your face heat up ever so slightly. Cross just stands there for a moment seeming to take in your words.

He flushes when it processes, “yes!!”, you're a bit shocked by how excited he sounded and he just flushes even darker. “i-i mean, yeah, u-um” he stutters and you can’t help the ripple that pricks your soul, “thanks, cross”. You make him lay down first, laying down next to him and pulling the covers over you both. He seems a bit awkward at first but after a few minutes, he’s sound asleep.

You just lay there for a moment and study him, it’s creepy and you know it but you can’t sleep. You find your eyelight tracing the bright red scar on his cheek and connecting it to other, lighter, scars on his skull. You definitely don’t shuffle closer before nodding off, nope, wasn’t you.

You absently note how he wraps his arms around you as your vision blurs...