My Villain [Dust Sans x Reader]

Chapter 45. ~Painful Memories and a Buttercup Flower.~

Y/N POV

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Dust wrapped his arms around me, placing his head on my shoulder. "Why are you up so early?"

"I'm... Helping Nightmare with breakfast?" I raised an eyebrow.

"Yeah but you need sleep." He complained.

"Dust." I turned and kissed his skull. "Let me make breakfast."

His shoulders sank and he let go. He turned away, and I knew something was wrong.

"Dust?" I grabbed his hand. "Are you ok?"

"I'm fine." He mumbled.

"No you're not." I pulled him into a hug. "What's wrong?"

"It just seems like... Ever since Killer died, you've been spending more and more time with Nightmare." He whispered as Nightmare walked into the kitchen with some stuff. He raised a bony eyebrow at Dust and I, shrugged, and went back to cooking. Dust led me into the living room. "I wanna spend some time with you. But you're always with him."

"He's grieving, Dust." I said. "I'm trying to look out for him."

"Let Dream do that." Dust kissed me. "Why don't you and I spend the day in Waterfall or something? Or Outertale?"

"Dust." I sighed. "Are you jealous?"

"What? No!" He scowled. "Why would you think that?"

The blush on his face betrayed everything.

"You are jealous." I put my hands on my hips. "You're jealous because I'm spending time with Nightmare and not you."

"Well- I-" He scowled more. "With how much time you're spending with him, it makes me feel like you love him!"

I winced, then grabbed his hands tightly. "Dust, I love you. Nightmare is like a brother. Ok? I wouldn't leave you for him. I promise."

He looked away. "You know how I feel about those."

"Yeah, I know, you don't like 'em. But still." I kissed him. "I'm just trying to help him deal with his grief."

Dust sighed. "I- Alright. I'm sorry."

"Maybe you can help us make breakfast?" I suggested.

He shook his head. "No. You- You go do your think with him. I'm going back to bed."

He gave me a kiss and teleported to his room.

I sighed and walked back into the kitchen. "Sorry about that."

"I hope I'm not causing trouble between your relationship with him." Nightmare said.

"No. You're not. I swear."

"You sure?"

I put some flour on my finger and tapped his nose. "Yes, I'm sure."

He wiped the flour off. "Alright."

"Now let's make breakfast."

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Nightmare POV

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"Whoa, Nightmare, you made breakfast?" Cross looked at me with a raised eyebrow. "This is new."

"Y/N helped." I said, then spotted Horror staring at the ground. "Horror? Aren't you gonna come eat?"

"...I'm not hungry." He mumbled, flipping the hood over his head and pulling the drawstrings.