Murderous Desire {Dust x Reader}

Hangry Horror

~(Y/N)'s POV~

I inhaled the scent of an empty room mixed with cigarette smoke, cuddling closer into my pillow. Wait. This isn't a pillow, it's- "Morning, Dust..?" A small groan emitted from the skeleton and he hugged me tighter into his chest, a snicker escaping my throat. We laid together until he started whispering to himself. "Wow, they look so pretty like this...so peaceful...maybe just a...little forehead kiss wouldn't...wouldn't hurt..." His boney teeth touched my forehead and he made a flustered groaning noise.

"Does that mean I get to kiss your forehead too, Dusty?" He choked on air and pulled back, his eye lights widening. They were still so beautiful, even with hints of panic and embarrassment present. "Y-You were awake?" I snickered and pecked his cheek, watching his face turning purple slowly. "Mhm, I woke up a while ago. Maybe...ten minutes?" "You...could've woken me up, you know..." "You looked too happy, Dust," I said, offering a soft smile. The same smile fell onto his face, us touching our foreheads together and closing our eyes.

Ruining the moment, the door was kicked open; this meant it was either Sans or Papyrus. "THA HELL ARE YA TWO DOIN?!" The former, damnit. "Morning to you, too, Sans," I said, shooting a passive aggressive smile at him, "What?" "YA- YA AREN'T-" "We aren't what?" Dust had gone quiet, and when I looked at him, his eye sockets were black and empty, almost reminiscent of Killer's. "Um, Dust..?" "Dust, ya promised me," Sans said, moving into the room. Dust let go of me and pulled himself out of my bed, and by proxy, out of my arms.

"W-We weren't-" "Dust," Sans said, his eye sockets going black as well. "Y-Yeah, I know..." Sans sighed and grabbed Dust's arm, pulling him out. I blink twice before getting up, slamming the door, and sitting my ass back in bed. Damnit, now I'm awake awake... I got up and started with a nice, warm shower. As I was washing off, someone came into my room and knocked. "I'm in the shower!" "Take your time, human." OH SHIT-

I finished quickly and wrapped a towel around myself in a way that left my arms exposed. I left the bathroom and saw Error and Nightmare. "Hҽყα, (Y/N)." I smiled nervously and gave the pair a small wave. "Do you know why Horror was beating the life out of Dust downstairs?" It took me a second to remember that Sans was nicknamed 'Horror', and when I did, anger quickly consumed me. Nightmare smirked, one of his tendrils snaking up my arm and pulling me a step or two closer.

"I'm guessing you weren't even aware? One would think your best friend would have told you he was going to beat up-" Error's strings seared through the tentacle, the black goop on my arm falling to the floor before rejoining with Nightmare's severed limb. Ew. "Qυιƚ Ⴆҽιɳɠ αɳ αʂʂԋσʅҽ!" Error said before turning to me with a concerned look on his face. "Aɳყɯαყʂ, ɯҽ ɯαɳƚҽԃ ƚσ ƙɳσɯ ιϝ ყσυ ƙɳҽɯ ɯԋყ. Cɾσʂʂ αɳԃ Kιʅʅҽɾ αɾҽ Ⴆαɾҽʅყ ԋσʅԃιɳɠ ԋιɱ Ⴆαƈƙ ϝɾσɱ Ⴆҽαƚιɳɠ υρ Dυʂƚ αɳყɱσɾҽ."

I sighed and rubbed my arms, discreetly feeling to see if Nightmare left any of that nasty goop residue on me. Nope. "I...I don't know why..." "Maybe it's your fault~" Error elbowed Nightmare in the ribs, causing the other to bend over and grab his injured body. "Iƚ'ʂ ɳσƚ ყσυɾ ϝαυʅƚ, ԃσɳ'ƚ ʅιʂƚҽɳ ƚσ ƚԋιʂ ιԃισƚ. Hҽ'ʂ ʝυʂƚ ƚɾყιɳɠ ƚσ ɠҽƚ ɳҽɠαƚιʋιƚყ ϝɾσɱ ყσυ." I sighed and scratched the back of my neck. "Thank you both for telling me. Um...can I get dressed now?" Error's face flushed and he nodded, dragging Nightmare out by his hood and shutting the door.

I walked over and locked it before taking my towel off. "Wait, why the fuck were all of them in MY house?! Damn it, I didn't even clean it...they're gonna think I'm a slob!" I pulled out my undergarments and put them on before searching through all my drawers for nice clothes. I settled on baggy jeans and a Metallica t-shirt. High class alright- I walked downstairs and saw Killer and Cross desperately trying to hold back Horror. Dust was curled up, his ulna broken in two places.

"Dust!" His head shot up towards me as I ran and slid onto my knees in front of him. He looked up, tears streaming from his emptying eye sockets."Dust...what-what happened?" "I-It's nothing..i-it's fine, (Y/N).." "Fine?! Your arm is broken!" More tears fell down his face and he turned away, royally pissing me off. I grabbed his hood and tugged his face back over. "You're going to tell me. Now."

He squeaked and his face turned light purple. "I-I...I broke a p-promise, okay? That's it..." I groaned and let go, standing up. No information, of course. I instead targeted my rage on Sans, who looked pissed. I grabbed the collar of his shirt, yanking his head in my direction. Killer almost let go of his arm at the sudden jerking motion. "Sans. What. Did. You. Do." Sans glared at me before softening quickly. "Jus' paying' him back fer lyin."

I pulled my hand back, turning away. I took a deep breath before spinning around and punching him in the face. It hurt like hell, but it seemed to knock the asshole out of him. "T-The hell was that for!?" "You're being an ass, Sans! And neither of you are telling me what the hell is going on! It's really pissing me off!" He groaned and looked away, his boney cheek bruising. Can skeletons bruise? Guess so...

"He promised me he wouldn't go an' fuck ya after wantin' ta kill ya. Ya weren't supposed ta date each other, he was s'posed ta be yer friend in case I-...I got killed." My eyes widened, horror and fear present in my face. "Yeah, fucked up. I know. It's jus...yer a good kid, (Y/N). Ya wanna go an' be a psych nurse ta go an help people...humans like ya, they...they deserve people backin' 'em, ya know? Yer important ta me, and I would never forgive myself if I died and left ya alone, (Y/N)."

Date: 11/9/22 19:09

Word Count: 1022