(On Hiatus) Killer's Little Duckling

Chapter 4: The Chronicles Of Dust's Babysitting Duty

 "So let me get this straight..." Dust took a deep breath, his mouth twitched in annoyance, as he truly felt that he was done with Killer,"Your, Dream right?" Dust took a deep breath, facing the younger skeleton who grinned at him.

Dream, as their name was, chirped out a response at Dust,"Yes, that's me!" The younger held his cape between his fingers, as he nibbled on it.

The sight of it was pretty much not that great, it would have been a lot more adorable if Dream wasn't covered in soot, neither blood of whoever blood that belongs to. Dream looked like a kid that was sent to a war at such an early age, and that didn't mean anything good for Dream.

"You told me that you and Nighty guard this tree right?" Dust repeated what Dream had told him, squinting his eye socket at the grinning child in front of him, as if none of the two had threatened them the moment they met.

Dust frowned, pulling the fabric away from Dream's mouth with a grimace that left his mouth. He glared at the fabric, as he picked up a cotton from the first aid kit, damping it with alcohol. As he silently prayed that Dream won't make this more difficult than it already was.

"Yeah! Nighty and I guard the tree of feelings from anyone who would take the apples from any sides!" The younger one confirmed Dust's question, as he watched Dust's movements with so much curiosity and amusement in his eyes.

It was weird to hear such big responsibilities being placed on kids like Dream, but that would be too ironic for Dust to lecture whoever did that to someone like Dream, when he had harmed Dream the moment he saw them. And Dust won't defend himself for that, he knew that he was at fault too. And he's not gonna lie about it, nor deny it.

"I don't really know what mother meant by whom we should protect the apples before, since it was just us and Nighty before." Dream continued, swinging their feet above the bed on where they sat.

Dust had decided to bring Dream into the medbay, due to the blood on the younger's cloth. He was a murder, but he's not that cruel. Sure, he had stabbed the kid, since he panicked, and wasn't still coherent awhile ago. And seeing the kid appear out of nowhere in his room, in this state didn't help any of them.

"And there's no adult that could help'cha with that?" Killer asked, and surprisingly Killer was straightforward with his question for the first time in forever.

It would make sense, Dream was still young for Killer to flirt with the kid. Dust would have kicked Killer out of infirmary if he used that tactic, Dust was in no mood to deal with any of Killer's stupidity either.

It was still too early for this...

"Nope, our mother made us for this task! We were assigned by mother for this." Dream responded patiently, not minding how many times that the two have asked them that.

You see this was what Dust was confused about, just how does a young kid like Dream can even survive in a waste-land world like this? And how alone can someone like Dream be related to Nightmare?

"Hand," Dust simply muttered out despite the conflicts going in and out of his mind, as he gestured for the younger's hand.

Dream complied without any further question, as they grinned at Dust almost as if they felt suddenly shy. Dust paid no attention to it, as he inspected the ruined outfit of the kid. He frowned, picking and prodding with the injury on the kid's shoulder.

"Made you? Don't you mean born?" Killer appeared to be doing the interrogating for the two of them, it was one of Killer main forte.

Mainly why Nightmare likes Killer a little bit too much for everyones liking, with how annoying the idiot could get. Yet the world could never be fair anyways, it just makes Dust want to hang up Killer above a pool full of sharks and piranhas. But that's too much for someone like Killer...