Fated To Love

Odd Thoughts

I blinked some as I woke up from an odd dream. It... It was a nice dream. I loved it, I wanted to go back to it, but... Why? I hadn't had a nice dream in ages. The only dreams I've had were ones of pain and suffering. I guess they're less dreams and more nightmarish memories. Yet, why did I have a good dream? Did that damn sunshine decide to have mercy on me?

"Sunshine?" I felt my brows furrow. Who was I referring to as sunshine? The only person capable of manipulating dreams was Nightmare and he certainly wasn't a sunshine! At best, I'd consider calling him Moonshine! But that kind of reminds me of the drink if I'm not going to lie...

Sighing heavily, I just sat up and stretched. My bones made an odd popping sound, but I was fine with that, it felt good. It also informed me, not only did I have a good dream, but I had also slept good... Which was still confusing me.

Sighing again, I just tried to ignore it. It didn't matter right now. What did was how hungry I was despite that the sun wasn't up just yet.

Stumbling out of bed, I slowly made my way to the kitchen. As I made my way to the kitchen, I looked at the warm and beautifully designed Castle hallways. This wasn't Nightmare's Castle, his was always cold, dark and cramped feeling... But we Dark Sanses loved it there, so why would we move?

"Dark Sanses?" I stopped for a moment. Why were we called that? Why were we even a team?

Shaking my head, I just continued on walking. What was with my memory today... Why couldn't I even remember the most simplest detail? That wasn't like me. I may be insane, but my memory was good. The very reason on why I was insane and had nightmares.

Rubbing my face, I finally entered the kitchen. It faintly smelled of coffee, but it always had that scent, yet... I thought...

"What are you doing in here this early?" I had called out, as if someone was there. But no one was there.

I frowned, pain forming in my soul. Was I... Was I expecting a certain person to be here?

"J-Just pr-preparing breakfast." A faint voice called out, almost whispering in my mind.

My eyes snapped open, my head turning to look at every thing. No one was with me... Yet, I know I had heard a voice. Was it... was it a memory? Was it from that person I wanted to see?

Quickly, I shook my head, heading over to make myself some coffee. What was wrong with me today? Why was I overthinking things? Was I missing something...

"Wow... You're up early." Killer's voice cut through my deep thoughts.

I grunted lowly, not bothering on saying anything. I didn't have anything to say to him. To anyone if I'm honest, so why did I speak up? And why did I hear someone answer me?

"You know it's rude to not talk to someone, Dust."

We both tensed. I don't remember telling Killer my name. I had only told Nightmare and Cross. We looked at each other, Killer's sockets wide with confusion.

"Why... Why did I say that?" He murmured, those sockets narrowing some in confusion. It really didn't make sense.

I shook my head and just focused back on the coffee. We both were tired and he was probably just using a describing term to scold me.

"I'll be in bed a moment, Dusty. Let me finish the dishes!" A voice giggled in my ear.

The cup in my hand fell as I whirled around, my soul pounding in my chest. Where was that damn voice coming from! Who owns that voice! How do they know my name!? Why did they give me a nickname!?

"Dude! What the hell!" Hearing Killer's voice, I focused back on him. He looked made, viciously pointing towards the ground at my feet. "Seriously! If you're only going to be jumpy, just go to bed!" He snapped.

I blinked some, looking at the broken glass and dark coffee that lay around my feet. It was true... I did need more sleep, my body basically begged for it. So, I nodded and left the room. Maybe that good dream was a lie... Maybe it was just there to haunt me... But why?