Island Madness (A Sanscest Ask/Dare Book)

The Aftermath of a Group Argument is Surprisingly Horny

You may notice not all of your ask/dares/gifts made it into the chapter. If you want to submit anything for the next chapter, you HAVE to read the next chapter.

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Happy late birthday, Cross!! Don't worry, I gave him a special present ;)

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Killer swung the bat down, fully intending on knocking Dream unconscious. But the bat never got close to hitting Dream. Horror had been keeping an eye on Dream and put a stop to Killer's attempt. Standing behind Dream, Horror held the bat tightly with both his hands, which were red from the impact of the bat. He narrowed his eyes at Killer, but Killer didn't falter either.

 "Dream was insulting me and Cross. As well upsetting everyone else." Killer spat.

"Geno played a part in that argument too." Horror countered.

"Yeah. And I'm mad at him too."

"Then go attack him instead." Horror responded through clenched teeth.

"I wasn't told to attack him. You saw the note. We don't want to disappoint the voices, do we?"

"It was a note, Killer. You could have tossed it into the ocean."

"And littered?" Killer tsked,"I would never litter."

"Yes, you would." Blue muttered, attempting to joke to make the situation better.

"Not your fight, Blue." Killer warned, taking Blue's words seriously. He must be upset if he's not willing to joke.

Horror stared at Killer for a moment before roughly pulling the bat away from Killer. Killer didn't try to grab it back, knowing Horror was stronger. "Take a walk, Killer." He pointed away from the group.

Killer narrowed his eyes at Horror and Dream before kicking up some sand at Dream. He turned around in a huff before storming off. Without hesitation, Cross dashed after him. This left Horror, Dream, and Blue sitting awkwardly. Blue cleared his throat,"So, uh. Are you guys okay?"

Dream nodded, but Horror didn't respond but watched Killer and Cross walk away. 

A voice spoke, snapping the two back to reality: "Dream, that gun's purpose is to shoot people. I'll give ya cloths, blankets, pillows & tarps or such if you shoot Nightmare specifically."

"Woah, shit dude. That's harsh." Dream said, sounding shocked at that offer. "I mean having those things would be super nice, but I wouldn't just shoot my brother like that."

"You could shoot his foot or like his nondominant hand?" Blue suggested.

"I could. But he'd be mad, I think. Plus Dust is pissed enough with me. I think I'll pass for now."

"I'm surprised he hasn't snapped. I really thought he was going to when he separated you and Geno." Blue said.

"He will eventually, there's no way he can be the leader of us and not go crazy."

As the two were talking, a small case of earplugs fell from the sky, landing next to Horror. He picked them up and looked up at the sky, nodding to show his appreciation. He hadn't said much, he was still in a pretty bad mood too.

Another voice joined Dream and Blue's conversation, adding: "Never do it again. I think you should learn from this that everybody here has too big of an ego for anybody else to comment on all the stupid shit they've done. Besides maybe Dust. Dust is best boy."

"Jesus, calm down." Dream sighed. "I know it was stupid. I know I shouldn't have started the argument. But I did. I don't entirely regret it either."

Both Blue and Horror looked at him with a bit of shock. But, then again, Dream was a bit of a bitch. Before either could say something to get more clarification, a different voice said: