My Villain [Dust Sans x Reader]

Chapter 19. ~Dust is so Unstable.~

More swearing in this chapter.

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I woke up on the couch, smothered in blankets and pillows.

"Augh-" I shoved a pillow off my chest and struggled to untangle myself from the jumble of blankets. "What the hell?"

Somewhere in front of me, Dust snorted. "Ha."

"Did you do this?" I shot him a glare as another pillow fell off my chest.

"Maybe." He grinned.

"What'd I do to deserve this?"

"Nothing. Just thought it'd be funny."

I sat up finally and punched his arm playfully. "Don't do it again."

"Or what?" He flung the blankets over my head.

"Guys, stop fighting." Dream called from somewhere.

"He moves in with us and suddenly he's acting like my mom." Dust grumbled. To Dream, he added. "OK, MOTHER."

I giggled and tore the blankets off. "What's for breakfast?"

"It's eleven AM." Ink said, who was sitting in a chair close by.

"ELEVEN?" I repeated. "WHY DIDN'T YOU GUYS WAKE ME SOONER?"

"'Cause you and Dust looked comfortable."

"Wha-" I paused. "Oh, my goodness." I covered my face with a blanket.

"Yeah, by the way, Ink?" Dust said. "Your French accent sucks."

"Aw. I thought it was good!" Blue said, running into the room.

"Mon accent Français est très agréable, excusez-moi." Ink said with a huge grin.

"I don't even know what that means." Dust grumbled.

"It means you're dumb." Ink joked.

"Pretty sure he said his French accent is nice." I pointed out.

"You speak French?" Ink looked at me.

"Je parle un peu Français." I replied.

"Je suis un pamplemousse." He said with a serious look.

I snorted. "What?"

"What? It means you're smart."

"No- That-" I burst out laughing.

"What does it mean, genius?" Dust elbowed me.

"He just called himself a grapefruit." I wheezed.

Dust blinked. "A grapefruit?"

I nodded.

"That's not what it means!" Ink protested.

"Yes, it is." I said as I calmed down. "It means 'I am a grapefruit.'"

Ink facepalmed. "Argg... Je suis tellement stupide."

"Ya damn right you are." I chuckled.

"So, you speak French apparently." Dust muttered. "Great."

"Yeah, I took a class on it in high school." I said.

"TACOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOS!" Blue yelled, running into the room with a tray full of tacos. He placed it on the table as Dream walked in with some plates.

"J'avoue que je n'ai jamais mangé de tacos auparavant." I said, my voice tainted with amusement and curiosity.

"What?" Blue tilted his head at me.