My Villain [Dust Sans x Reader]

Chapter 18. ~An Interesting Dinner at Grillby's.~

"Get up, ya moron."

I let out a groan and rolled off the couch, right onto someone's bony foot. They let out a yelp and staggered backwards as I sat up.

"Seriously?" Dust growled. "Was that necessary?"

"Sorry." I muttered sleepily.

"Whatever." He rolled his eyes. "Get up. It's like nine AM."

"I'm goin' back to bed." I mumbled and covered my head with the blankets.

"Is she up yet?" Blue called from the top of the stairs. Ever since Dust had almost gotten himself killed trying to 'rescue' me from Nightmare, Blue, Dream, and Ink had been staying in Dust's world.

"No." Dust kicked me lightly, no anger or annoyance behind it. "She's being lazy."

"I'm tired..." I grumbled.

"So get up and have some coffee or something." Ink said, his voice tainted with amusement. "I'll make some."

"I don't want coffee. I want sleep."

"Alright, come on, get up." Dust picked me up and slung me over his shoulder.

"No." I said, burying my head in his shoulder. "I'm too tired."

"I'm gonna dump you in the snow if you don't get up."

"No."

"Fine, then." He headed over to the door. "Into the snow you go."

"Wait, wait, wait, don't put me in the snow!" I yelped as he opened the door. "It's cold!"

"Too late." He grinned and threw me into the deep snow.

"Augh- Dust!" I stood up quickly, shivering. "Rude!"

"Great, now you're up." He headed back in, me right behind him. "Go get changed."

"But I'm c-c-cold." I complained, shivering uncontrollably.

He rolled his eyes and brushed some snow off me. "Go get changed and you won't be cold."

I mumbled something inaudible and headed to get changed.

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"I'm s-still cold." I glared at Dust.

"Not my fault." He shrugged.

"It is your fault." I muttered. "You threw me in the snow."

"Heh, yeah, but you wouldn't get up."

I pulled a blanket down off the couch and smothered him in it. "You're annoying."

He pulled it off and threw it on me. "I know."

"Guys, stop fighting." Dream shook his head with amusement from the corner of the living room.

"Ok, mom." Dust snickered.

"Moron." I tackled him. "Don't be mean to Dream."

He rolled over and pinned me to the couch. "I'll be mean to 'em all I want."

"Guys!" Blue came running over. "Dust, get off her! You might hurt her."

"I'm not gonna hurt her." Dust rolled his eyes and got off me.

"I'm going for a walk." I said, getting up.

"Not in those clothes you're not." Dust said sternly.

"What's wrong with my clothes?" I asked.

"You'll freeze out there."

I narrowed my eyes at him as he got up.

"At least take this." He placed his jacket over my shoulders. "Now you won't freeze and die."