Dust had just gotten back from a hard mission. Nightmare had been in a mad mood for the whole week and was assigning hard ass missions left and right. Dust was tired out and not in the mood to do anything else for the night. He huffed as he dragged himself to his room. He could hear some of the others playing either poker or something on the PS3. Dust was really not feeling up to playing loud games. His phantom brother was already whispering shit into his ear about how he should just kill the others while there distracted. Dust grumbled then shut himself into his room. Dust sat in the dark room sitting on the dirty floor. Hey he was a sans what do you expect? Anyways someone had noticed that Dust had locked himself away. It was sweet Horror that child of the group. He got up and left the loud game of Uno. Its not like he was really playing anyways. He went up the stairs and quietly knocked on the others door before opening it. Horror looked at the other and soften his expression as he walked in and quietly closed the door behind him. Horror knew that Dust was upset or really tired. Horror went with both. He slowly sat next to the other and offered the other a few cookies. Dust looked at the cookies before taking one and eating it quietly. Horror just said nothing it was his own way of dealing with Dust when he's like this. I mean its better then him eventually lashing out or cutting himself or worse. Horror eventually asked Dust if his brother was bothering him. Dust simply nodded. Horror then quietly asked if Dust would like a hug. Dust paused for a while before slowly nodding. Horror slowly hugged the other bring ready to pull away if he needed to. Dust tensed once the other hugged him but he slowly relaxed into the hug and soon enough fell asleep. Horror let the other sleep for a bit before picking Dust up and putting them in bed a tucking them in.
It all changed though out the next few weeks. Dust became more and more cold and isolating. He locked himself away more often and didnt let even Horror come to help him or even in his room for that matter. Dust's mental state had been getting even worse though the weeks. Even the heartless ruler named Nightmare had become concerned about Dust. Dust was in his room talking to his phantom brother. He had made an awful mess of his arms the day before and was currently wrapping them up so none of the others knew what he had done to himself. Nightmare called for the group to assign missions. Dust grumbled as he finished warping his arms quickly before teleporting to the meeting room to get his mission details. Dust appeared next to Horror as Nightmare was explaining Cross' and Error's mission. Horror glanced up sniffing and smelling blood coming from no other then....Dust. Horror glanced at the other worriedly. Nightmare noticed the look of worry coming from Horror as he turned to look at Dust and Horror. Nightmare spoke up after getting Horrors attention. "Why do you look so worried Horror, is something the matter?" Nightmares dark almost seductive voice rang out. Nightmares voice caught the attention of Dust and then it hit him...Horror had smelled the blood. He should have know that Horror would of all people. Dust's caught now isn't he? Horror looked up to Nightmare and simply replied "I...smelled blood.."
