If you don't like the ship or the idea, just skip the chapter please
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If Dream was known to be the purest incarnation of the world, it's because everyone was mistaken about him. Dream is seen as this bringer of dreams and joy, positivity... And actually lust, pleasure and love. If he could see dreams, he could see every single one of them, like sadistic dreams, erotic dreams... Wet dreams.
If someone should have been the purest person in the multiverse, it is not Dream. He knows every little pleasures people has and notes each and every one of them.
When Dust decided to befriend Dream, a time when they both needed a break, he was not expecting what would happen.
Dream was hidden in some unknown universe, sitting against a tree staring at the nothingness in front of him, like a lifeless puppet waiting for someone to bring him to life. Dust stayed back, analyzing if it was a trap or not, and when he found nothing suspicious, spoke up:
"What are ya doin'here? Not a place for ya."
Dream did not really reacted. His pupils came back and he started to sit properly as his head turned to the voice. He quickly recognized his twin's dusted henchman but did not reacted that much more.
"It's peaceful here... Is this your Au?"
"Dusttale in bones and blood." answered Dust as he frowned. The fuck happened to Dream? He looked like he let himself die.
Dream closed his sockets and rested against his tree again. He murmured that He'll leave a bit later and just needed a nap.
Just. A. Little. Break.
If Dream could not see his own state, Dust did. Saying that Dream is at the end of his rope is not a metaphor. He really looked like he would fell into coma. Without noticing his own movements, Dust was beside Dream who was very pale, looking sick and so tired it was terrifying. He could feel the heated bones from the positive magic, showing some kind of fever for the monsters like them.
Ignoring Papyrus comments to end Dream or bring him to Nightmare, Dust lifted Dream in his arms, murmuring that snow is not the best place to take a rest. He took a shortcut to his home.
Dream is laid on the couch, Dust puts a plaid on him and send a message to Nightmare, saying he's staying more time in Dusttale without saying the reason why.
When the twin woke up, his mental state didn't bulge. He was still apathic and waiting for everything that could come to crush him. Dust felt pity and empathy. He knew that state because he passed through it.
"You know that Ink will worry if he doesn't find you."
A quick snort is the only thing he got from the guardian. Dust raised a bone brow and before anything, Dream seemed to burst in anger. He had pinned Dust to the floor, startling the murderer who didn't see the thing coming.
"Worry?! Are we speaking of the same soulless fake-ass so called protector of the Multiverse??!!! Ink? If that light headed skeleton could only notice when someone disappear !!"
Dream continued to scream over Dust, things the bad guys was shocked to hear and realize. Ink was indeed how Error described him but no one would realise. Ink was just soulless and careless, pretending and playing a role of protector even in Dream's eyes. And the guardian was fed up of his colorful teammate to the point of isolating himself in the AU of one of the deadliest Sans because Ink neglected those AUs.
Magic surrounded them into a spiral of negative emotions and Dust swore he heard a high pitched scream in the magic screaming, like Dream's mind wanted help to just calm down because he couldn't do it by himself anymore.
