Sanscest Oneshots | Bored Lmao | Requests Open

Is That Scarf Being A Dick Again? | Killer x Dust | Fluff, Angst

(This oneshot contains references to panic attack, self harm, suicide and schizophrenia)

Requested by 01_Star_10

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BANG

BANG

BANG

Every night without fail, Killer would hear it constantly. His room happened to be on the opposite side of the castle from everyone else, even the guest bedrooms. The only one near him was Dust, who was normally very very quiet. At night though, he would hear this noise. Dust never brought it up during the day, he would normally sleep during the day though. Whatever it was it had to be something triggered by night time or darkness, or just being alone. Whenever he slept during the day someone would always be in the same room as him. Whether it be physically next to him on the sofa or just mingling around in the room. That's all Dust needed to sleep seemingly. Which was odd to Killer. After his soul got combined with Chara's, he slowly forgot a lot of the psychology he had learned. Only retaining little bits, one thing he did remember was that a certain environment, or aspect of an environment, can combine with other aspects, which would make you associate a horrible experience with that. Dusttale went dark after the human stopped RESETing. The lack of monster magic prevented a 'day/night cycle'. However Killer knew Dust suffered with hallucinations. Bad hallucinations. It could be a possibility the combination of being alone and the darkness triggered them to occur more often. Dust had gotten far better with dealing with them after all.

There wasn't a way of Killer knowing exactly without asking. Dust was difficult to speak to when he was unstable. Seemingly the only people he'd converse with were Horror, Nightmare and occasionally Killer. Which Killer didn't mind, he was hurt or offended. He struggled with comforting people, Horror had the physical strength and bulk to withstand any beating Dust may give him whilst pinning him down to stop him from being a danger. Nightmare had the tentacles obviously and the command, it had gotten better over time, but in the first month of being there you would know to never attack him. In the modern day for them it wasn't as serious, but the conditioning from when they first joined made it obvious that if you hurt Nightmare, he hurt you 10 times worse. Killer always behaved, and they were told to never leave their rooms on a night, because if you made too much noise, it would wake everyone else up and would lead to less productivity during missions. Killer would normally sleep through the banging, it was easy for him. That didn't make it any less annoying though.

He thought for a minute, maybe he could speak with the Boss, try convince him to let Dust sleep somewhere else or in the living room where he could have a light on. None of their rooms had lights. TV's? Sure, but none of them were really interested at night. Productivity counted more. A Sans would always find time to nap during the day. Besides Horror, Killer had no idea how he didn't nap. But, in reality he did, just with his eyes open. He would take dozens of small naps during the day, sometimes minute long, sometimes a bit longer, up to 15 minutes. He did usually sleep in when he didn't have a mission. Can't blame him really, the man worked physically harder than anyone else. He could knock any of them out with a decent punch. Killer shook his head, he was getting distracted. And because of that, he now didn't know what happened. The banging stopped, but when? He silently cursed himself for being distracted but listened closely, not being able to hear anything. Normally he would take this as a good thing and just go to sleep but, something felt wrong. He violated his orders, opening his door, not before slipping on a sweater and some shorts. He quietly stepped towards Dust's room.