Undertale & Deltarune Oneshots

☆Sick Little Assholes- Bad Sanses

A/N: This is a continuation of "Nightmare's Little Assholes", I recommend reading that before you read this. Enjoy!

Plot: The kids get sick at the same time, can Nightmare manage to keep his sanity as he takes care of them all?

Kinda Requested By: FocalStorm [I saw their comment and decided to write another one of these chapters for them :)]

~☆~

This was quite possibly the worst day of Nightmare's life. Sickness had spread through the household like the plague, and while he didn't get sick, the kids did. Though this was a good learning experience for him, because now he knows just how different each of them were.

Error was more glitchy than usual, which wasn't very good seeing as this meant he was going to be on edge for the entirety of this plague. He also refused to have anyone come close to him, and here Nightmare was thinking that it couldn't get more concerning than Errors haphephobia. He had secluded himself in his room and absolutely refused to come out, which wasn't helpful for Nightmare who had to ake care of him.

Cross had secluded himself in his room as well, but he was somewhat fine with coming out of his room whenever he needed something. Though Nightmare could hear his scratchy little voice arguing with Chara from the other side of the door. That definitely wasn't good when he needed to relax.

Dust had lost whatever patience he had, wanting to do everything himself despite the fact that he was practically stuck in bed due to the dizziness. Still, if he was threatening Nightmare with a blaster every time he tried to help than this was going to be a difficult time.

Surprisingly, Killer and Horror were the easiest of them all. They felt so shitty that they didn't get out of bed to cause trouble nor did they put up a fight whenever Nightmare checked in on them. He considered it concerning and a blessing at the same time.

Now he was just sitting on the couch attempting to watch TV until he heard a loud crash from upstairs. He sighed and walked upstairs, already having an idea of what happened.

He knocked on Dust's door, slowly opening it when he didn't get a response. His assumption was correct. Dust sat on the floor, his back against the bedframe with his shelf that held his games on the floor with the games scattered everywhere. Nightmare sighed, walking in and shutting the door behind him. He sat on the floor next to Dust, who had his head in his arms.

"What's goin' on, Dust? Wanna talk about it?" Nightmare asked, frowning a bit when he heard a small sniffle.

"I...I just...I dunno. Pap was telling me to go ask for your help when my head started to hurt, but I just...I didn't want to. I guess it just pissed me off more than it should," Dust said, lifting his head from his arms as he spoke. He wiped his eyes and looked over to the empty space on the other side of him. "I'm sorry, Pap...and I'm sorry, Mama."

Nightmare gently wrapped an arms around Dust, watching as he slowly but surely leans into him for even the slightest bit of comfort.

"Its fine, I get it. I don't like asking for help either, and I know you like being independent, but I'd rather you ask me for help instead of trashing your room and shooting me with blasters," Nightmare said, smiling as he heard a small chuckle from Dust.

"Yeah...I guess I'll try that instead. Can you help me with my headache?" Dust asked, pulling out of the small hug.

Nightmare nodded and rubbed the top of Dust's head, "sure thing, kid. Wanna try to clean this up in the meantime?" Dust nodded and stood up as Nightmare made his way out of the room.