Who Are You and Why Are You Me?

Dust Hates Feelings

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Dust Pov

This wasn’t what Dust was expecting to wake up too. When he and Horror had finally managed to fall asleep, Dust had been hoping it would be a calm night. And it was, no nightmares, no sleep paralysis, no dreams in general.

He should’ve known it was too good to be true. But waking up in the body of what had, until recently, been one of his enemies? That was too much.

Worse, his boss and Killer were stuck with him. And none of them had their normal magic, as Killer so expertly showed them. Now, the less Dust has to worry about his own overflowing magic, the better. 

But sensing the emotions of so many people is not fun.

Outside the universe the three of them were in, (empty, thank the gods), there were just vague feelings. Some AUs felt more positive, others more negative, though Dust wasn’t sure how he distinguished between them.

But between the three of them? Dust felt every small shift in emotion, the pain that kept flaring up, Killer’s joy upon feeling Blue’s powerful magic, Nightmare’s unease from looking at him and thinking about the whole body shift thing.

Then Dream came along and it got worse. Dust’s own emotions were starting to get jumbled, as if all the feelings from the others were bleeding into his.

So when Dream ended up crashing, Dust wasn’t gonna lie, it was nice to have one less person’s feelings to deal with. Honestly, how did the twins deal with this shit?

Still…

“It hurts him,” Killer said. “That’s why Error hates touching people, it actually hurts him.”

“And now that Dream is in his body…” Nightmare added, trailing off as if to not have it confirmed.

The three were quiet for a moment staring at each other in shock. Dust didn’t hang out with Error often, but he was sure his haphephobia was just some random thing that developed. But that screech that Dream had let out—

A little beep sounded out, before Dream seemed to recover, whining slightly while shaking his head. 

More silence, broken by Dust this time.

“You good, Dream?” Dust asked, mildly concerned. Not that anyone would probably know, he was far too good at hiding emotions. Although, it was a bit harder when everyone else’s feelings started to swarm him again. 

Dream blinked at him, probably trying to remember everything, before giving a quick nod. Relief came from Killer and the boss, though Dream just had a lot of confusion. 

And a bit of fear. That probably wasn’t good.

“Yea, it’s gonna be a few minutes before you can talk,” Killer said, now giving off faint waves of amusement. 

“Yes, Error tends to have difficulty with words after one of his reboots.” Dust narrowed his sockets at Nightmare. Odd as he probably looked, Dream having a blank face, hearing Ink sound remotely intelligent was not helping to steady his own nerves. 

No, wait. Dust was fine. That was Dream feeling nervous, not him. 

Dream was frowning now, probably at his lack of verbal communication, before he abruptly stood up. Dust and the others followed suit, albeit a bit slower.

He led the three of them into the kitchen, which looked an absolute mess. Not the kitchen itself, no that was spotless. But the little island right in the middle? Papers, pens, paintbrushes, carving knives, half whittled projects, bandages, a few beer bottles-