Her Guardian || Demon! Dream Sans x Reader

quīnque

As (Y/n) began cleaning up the mess, Dream watched her with mild curiosity. It was probably because she was the only thing in the room worth watching, so she did her best to ignore him. He kept his mind quiet—or perhaps he was just really good at not projecting his thoughts to her—and perched motionless on the couch. After all that happened, (Y/n) was socially drained, and her introverted heart longed to return to the solitude she was used to, and despite Dream's silence, she still felt awkward being in the presence of someone else—even if that someone else was going to be around for a long time to come.

The bodies of Theo's men were effectively hacked to pieces in a gruesome display, and it would've looked like overkill if (Y/n) wasn't aware of just why Dream did it. Dream was used to fighting other skeleton demons, and in order to kill a skeleton demon, you needed to remove all of its limbs and head—as demons were able to put themselves back together otherwise due to the nature of being a skeleton. Dream simply dispatched the threats the same way he was used to, and while it was remarkably more bloody, it was still just as effective. The thought of Dream's swords slicing through flesh seamlessly made her stomach turn, so she instead focused on what she was physically doing to ground her.

Once the bodies were piled in the backyard—she asked Dream to teleport them all there, which he was more than happy to help with—she used magic to turn them to ash. She didn't know many spells and she was out of practice using magic, but fire was a basic one that she used to light the fireplace often, and magic fire made quick work of the evidence. It still turned her stomach to dispose of the bodies, but it wasn't like she had much of a choice.

(Y/n) checked over the floors again when she got back inside, and the sun set outside as she did her sweep. This wasn't the first time she had to clean blood off the wooden floors but she certainly wasn't getting any more used to it. Her stomach growled, and only then did it register how long it had been since she ate last. She reached for her phone before stopping, realizing if she ordered food right now, there was a chance the driver could spot the blood stains on the driveway and snow from the men Dream killed outside. So instead she trudged into the kitchen to root through the shelves to find something to throw together. She ate takeout so often that the fridge barely ever got used, and to her lack of shock, today was no different. Great.

So instead, (Y/n) headed to bed, grabbing a pack of fruit snacks and some Disaronno liquor before she left the kitchen. What a perfect way to end this disaster of a day. She rubbed her face with her hands tiredly, vowing to do her nightly routine as quickly as she could before turning in for the night. Tomorrow couldn't come soon enough, and she was ready for today to be officially over.

Her bathroom connected directly to her bedroom, so after she was done brushing her teeth, she opened the door separating the two rooms and froze. Dream was examining her room, taking in every little detail like it fascinated him. Her queen bed sat in the middle of the room, midnight black with a fluffy black blanket on top, and around the edge of the room was a dresser, desk and chair, and doors leading to the upstairs hall and bathroom. One bedside table resided on the right side of her bed with a porcelain lamp perched on it, bathing the room in an amber glow. There was one window looking out towards the driveway that cast moonlight into the room. It made her seem like a witch with all the odd trinkets she gathered as well as books piled onto the desk all revolving around demons and rituals.

(Y/n) felt awkward, unsure of how to ask Dream to leave the room without yelling at him. Clearly he wasn't doing it to invade her privacy—at least, she hoped—but social grace was something she'd pretty much forgotten. "Um, can you leave?" she asked, nervously looking down as he turned to face her with wide sockets. That was too blunt, she probably came off as rude.

"Apologies. This is your bedroom, correct?" Dream's eyelights flickered around the room before returning to (Y/n).

"Yeah, I was planning on sleeping." She stepped towards the bed, sitting down on it with her hands clasped in her lap awkwardly.