Sansest One-shots sans aus

☁️Going places☁️

Christmas one.
Flying (planes)
Bad sanses and star sanses
Kréme

Basically slightly unfinished scenarios that's mildly funny or interesting??
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🎄Christmas fair🎄

Killer ran in, "Nightmare said we can go to the Christmas market!" He already had his jacket on and a bobble-hat.

Dust and Horror were sat watching the tv, "oh, cool!" Horror smiles, glancing at Killer as Dust turned off the tv.

"When?" Dust questions, opening his arms for Killer. Killer sat in his lap, cuddling up to his chest.

Killer smiles, "In about an hour." He stands up, "we should call the stars!!" He was hyper.

"Killer, it's an hour. We have time, calm down." Dust says, lazily staring at him. Killer's jumps onto Dust, Dust exhaling quickly from the suddenness of it all, "ah, geez. You're heavy." Dust breathes, Killer grins at Dust.

"Oof?" He says, moving his legs comfortably.

Horror glanced to them, "I mean, we could invite the star sanses anyway!" He smiles, hugging onto a pillow.

"Sure!" Killer spoke, leaning against Dust's chest.

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"Photo time!" Blue announced, a black hat over his skull and his phone out to indicate for everyone to join. Dream, Ink, Killer and Horror were quick to jump into it. Nightmare, Error and Dust were already in the background.

"Say cheese!" Dream smiled, watching as Blue hit the button.

The phone clicked with everyone in, all smiley faced except the odd frown or glare. Blue was definitely going to give that to everyone as a gift.

(This is finished here)

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✈️Flying✈️

"Killer! Get back here." Nightmare yelled, watching as the murder time trio were ahead of him and Cross next to him to help with the luggage.

Cross looked at the time, "we have two hours until the gate is open, bags should be given in now."

Nightmare nodded, "Horror, Dust. Take these." He took out his phone, it rang for a moment before a joyful voice sounded through.

"Brother! Where are you, me, Ink and Blue are all at the cafe."

"Coming, these slow asses aren't walking." Nightmare grumbled, passing two bags to Dust and Horror. Glaring at them as they fussed about it.

It took everyone a while to actually get together; Dream had a peach cooler from costa, Blue had bought a whole buckets worth of coffee and Ink was passed out on the table. His snoring being the only noise between the three except the odd words passed from Blue to Dream or the other way round.

Nightmare dumped himself next to Dream, leaning against his brother's shoulder with a tired expression. Dream laughed lightly, patting Nightmare's head before feeling Nightmare try to steal his drink.

"Woah! I love you brother but you're not having my drink." Dream suddenly spoke, slurping some of his drink quickly before prealising he had a brain freeze.

"Ack-!"  

Loud laughter echoed from most in the group.

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Killer, Dust and Horror went first with passeports. Nightmare like a month before made sure that they all got passeports done and other things they need.

So now all three were on free range at the gate, a rucksack with all their items on their backs (there's no need for too many bags in the hold if only extra bits and important things were in it, it's fucking expensive!).

Cross with Blue and Ink went through as-well, the brothers being last as they went together to go get extra coffee.

"Night!" Killer yelped once Nightmare had wandered over to the spare seat Cross had saved. "I thought you would've been left behind!" Killer knelt in-front of Nightmare, leaning his back on Nightmare's legs.

Nightmare rolled his eyes, a slight grin across his face. "I have the tickets, you can't leave."

(That's it, I'm done.)

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🎤Disco🎤

Loud music, very loud. With lights, everywhere. Blue, Green, purple, then red. Killer followed those lights, feeling the lightness of his mind.

People were dancing, terribly but still dancing. His best friends were dancing, his boyfriends brother was dancing, his boyfriends brother's friends were dancing.

Yet he wasn't, he was tired.

Wait, where was his boyfriend? He wasn't dancing either, he was probably drinking like it was the end of the world aswell.

"Nightttt..." killer mumbled, laying his skull against the table.

Some other skeleton, from the universe they were in, appeared next to Killer and sat down. "Do you want a drink?" They asked, Killer nodded enthusiastically.

"Yes!" Killer says desperately, the other seemed rather surprised and quite turned off by Killer's reaction but then again they already offered so they bought Killer a drink anyway.

Killer gulped it in small sips, taking it quicker than he should've. "Well dear, we should dance." Killer glanced at the other, shaking his head.

"My boyfriends gonna be out soon, I don't want to dance." Killer says, leaning his back against the bar.

The skeleton glared at Killer, "I bought you a drink, you've got to repay me."

"I don't." Killer says back, an evil grin across his face.

Lesson: you don't owe anything to people who did something for you in their own will, if you asked them to then it's kind of you to repay them but if they came out of the blue with it then you don't have to repay them.

(Finished here)

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💔 Pain 💔

God, it hurt. It seeped out of the deep wounds in Killer's chest and around his legs, he had already had all the pain-killers he was allowed and been bandaged to the point of not a single person could take them off on their own but it still hurt.

It hurt so badly that the moment he was going to go to bed with his fiancé, Dream, he just collapsed. Collapsing straight (ish) across the middle of the bed and curling up into a ball of mild agony.

Dream stared for a moment before turning off the lights and slowing laying down across the bed besides him. He slowly shifted to grab a pillow from his side which was placed just above his head, Dream's own head holding just the edge of the pillow.

He rolled over uncomfortably, pulling Dream into a hug. "Shh, it's okay." Dream soothed, "you're okay Killer."

Killer whimpered pathetically, tearing up as he felt Dream run a hand down his side where he was not injured. "It's okay." Dream's voice whispered, like it was only for Killer to hear. All just for Killer.

"Thank you... angel." Killer murmured, holding Dream so tight that his was slightly scared he could hurt Dream.

"Shh, go to sleep." Dream sighed out, slight irritation sounding through from the nickname but he didn't mention about it. "You'll feel better in the morning."

Dream stroked Killer's head while watching his eyes close. His body soothed by Dream's gentle touches. "It's okay." Dream hummed, curling up next to his fiancé. Killer instantly shuffled to dig his head into Dream's shoulder, careful to not hurt his wounds anymore.

Dream draped his arms around Killer comfortingly, closing his own eyes. Killer was slow to fall asleep but when he did, he looked like the most peaceful person Dream had ever seen.

Dream smiled, placing a small kiss on Killer's forehead.

(Finished here)