☽ 𝒍𝒖𝒓𝒌𝒊𝒏𝒈 𝒊𝒏 𝒕𝒉𝒆 𝒔𝒉𝒂𝒅𝒐𝒘𝒔 ☾ nightmare sans x reader

two.

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I stood motionlessly for a while after Dream left with the others. Receiving that kiss was like being sent through the five stages of grief all at once. There were just so much about it to process.

Did I like it? My face burned at the feeling of it all; the way he pulled me in so swiftly by the waist made my brain rattle in my head.

In all honesty, I had never thought of Dream that way. I still couldn't believe that he had felt that strongly about me, either. Had I been oblivious to all of the signs?

Making my way to the kitchen, I opened up the pantry and pulled out my favorite chips. This was a lot of thinking to do on an empty stomach.

The whole year I've lived here, I'd never would have guessed that any of the guys would have been attracted to me. Especially not Dream. Sure, he was the first to introduce himself to me when I first appeared here, but of the three of them, he was the one I had felt the least close to.

Don't get me wrong - Dream and I are great friends. I love him just as much as I love Ink and Blue. But there's always been an air of mystery to him. Despite being so sweet and supportive, there's so much about him I don't know.

Of the three, I would say the one I feel most emotionally close to is Blue. He's always been the most open about his feelings, and what goes on inside his head. In fact, he and I have been so vulnerable with each other in the past that he's the one I would expect to have feelings for me.

Dream is someone I know has that side to him, but he never opens up. It's as if he thinks he can't, because he doesn't us to worry for him. He wants to be the one we turn to when we need to talk, which is wonderful. I appreciate him for it. But in return, he doesn't let us do the same for him, and so my connection with him just isn't so deep.

I removed the clip from the chip bag, pouring my snack into an empty bowl. When it was filled to the top, I rolled the edge of the plastic bag back, clipping it shut once again.

Taking the bowl, I made my way into the living room. I plopped myself down on to the sofa, bouncing against the cushion as I landed on my rear end.

Perhaps what I needed was a distraction. I could sit here and watch a movie, and relax. Confronting Dream about the kiss could wait until later.

I bent over in front of the coffee table, doing my best to try and reach for the remote without having to leave the comfort of the couch. Right as my fingertips drew ever so close to finally being able to reach it, a shining, bright, blue string emerged from what felt like thin air. It ripped the remote from the table, and I followed it with my eyes as I watch as it was summoned into the hands of the Star Sanses' personal pet hobo himself.

"Aww, Come on, Error!" I whined, flopping against the back of the couch. "You haven't even said 'hi'."

Error had managed to find his way onto the couch cushion to my right. Static broke from his mouth in what sounded like a laugh, as he reclined back against the couch with his arm propped up behind his head.

"Heh. Hi," He joked, clicking on the power button and beginning to surf through the channels, without much of a thought as to what I wanted to watch, that this.

"Can't we watch something other than Undernovela today?" I begged. "I've a bit of a rough day, you know."

He raised his eyebrow at me, looking at me from the corner of his eye. After a minute pause, he looked back to the T.V.