Sansest One-shots sans aus

💔The war part two💔

Continuous of the first one-shot.
13+ subjects, isn't said completely but is very noticeable. ^^'
Don't question about lips or eyes, they're partly humans??

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Killer had been changed, bathed and he doesn't even know any of the other processes but he didn't want this. He wanted to stay with Blue and Dust and watch them squabble over funny things.

He guessed wanting things doesn't give you it.

He didn't even fight anything, he was so tired. All he knows right now is that he's in a cream coloured castle and wearing white, grey and gold. It looked great but it was so uncomfortable.

The shirt was tight round his neck and loose over his ribs, golden silk coming from the seem on the sides of Killer's shirt and connecting to some trousers. Those trousers were tight around his ankles and hips but baggy around the middle. Also he had golden necklaces connecting to a purple belt, similar to how Cross was controlled except he didn't have such the chain.

"Killer!" Dream says loudly, clasping his hands together at the sight of him. "You look wonderful, maybe I should keep you anyway?" He glanced at Cross who was stood right next to him, "what do you think dear?"

Cross didn't move at all, he didn't have his red knife anymore, "it'll benefit you to get a favour from Nightmare."

"Hm." Dream sighs, nodding. "You're right Crossy." Dream stood up, walking over to Killer. "How many days until my Brother comes over?" He traced a hand over Killer's skull, his other going down to the small chain on Killer's belt.

Cross kneels down, his hands laying on his lap. "Two days, he also said to not call him brother." Cross bows his head, looking at the floor.

"Did you just correct me?" Dream flicks over to Cross, "you know what happened..." Cross' body flicks to the side, he was afraid.

Cross shakes his head, "I... I didn't mean it like that..." Cross holds his hands down, trying to stop himself from throwing the head-piece on his head.

"What did I say about stuttering." Dream says, walking over to Cross and towering over him. "You're perfect, Act like it." Cross holds his breath, nodding slowly. "Use your words." Dream says, crossing his arms.

Cross clamps his eyes closed, "yes... sir." He breathes quietly, bowing his head lower. Dream puts a hand under Cross' chin, forcing him to look up.

"I didn't think I'd have to tell you this again. You look at me when you speak." Dream stares into Cross' eyes, moving his hand to Cross' cheek. "Now, apologise again."

Cross looks Dream dead in the eyes, holding back his voice before breathing quietly. "I am sorry for being selfish and not doing as told." Cross slowly puts a hand on Dream's holding it carefully. "Will you accept my apology, Dreamy?"

"Hm." Dream's state holds for a moment before he smiles sweetly and leans closer to Cross. "Of course my dear, now don't slip up again or that might've been your positivity." He gives Cross a small peck on the cheek before moving to his lips and forcing him to stand up.

Killer stares at them, he thought Dream was angelic and a sweetheart but Dream was so controlling then. "Killer!" Dream snaps loudly, he had something in his hand now, "you need to understand what my rules are."

Dream walks up to Killer, Killer noticing that Cross was tied to the frame of Dream's throne. "Now, everything here is prefect in my eyes." He pulled a piece of material up and back down onto his hand, it didn't fall and crumple like normal material... something solid was inside of it. "But you've got to earn it; I need you to look proper, act proper, react silently and above all else... not to disobey me." He puts the stick under Killer's chin, "do you understand?"