Donchard One-Shots!

Genderbent!

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Don and Dicks relationship is beginning to mend and they're opening up to one another. However along with Dashile they are worried about the actions Duni will be taking...

Don groaned as he opened up his eyes. One of the first things he noticed was he was not in his room. He had to be dreaming or at least he hoped he was cause if he wasn't that would make things very complicated. Upon glancing around he found himself in complete darkness with only four doors in front of him. A small table was also in front of him with a single key on it. He hesitated picking up the key. The key was cold but felt relatively solid in his hand. Was he supposed to open up one of the doors? Don jumped in surprise as one of the doors in front of him was violently slammed against from the other side. Don glanced down at the key in his hand. Perhaps this key went to that door? Don slowly walked up to the door which was still shaking. As he went to put the key into the lock he found it didn't fit. Don took a step back frowning and found the door was still shaking. Maybe it was best that the key hadn't fit. Don glanced over at the other doors and walked over to the first one and put the key into the lock. It fit. Don slowly turned the lock. It clicked open and Don pulled the door open. He stepped inside the room that had been beyond the door and he found he recognized the room. It was the room he had found his hat in the when he had his nightmare. Except this time someone sat in the middle of the room with their back to him. Don took a step forward to get a closer look but stopped when the person spoke. "Don't come any closer." The figure said quietly. Don opened his mouth to talk but before he could say anything the person chuckled slightly. "Don't bother trying to talk. You won't be able to." Don frowned crossing his arms. That voice... sounded familiar. "I don't know what she's doing but I'm surprise she put this much trust into you." The figured muttered shifting from where he sat on the floor. The figure was wearing a hat much like his own and the cloths he wore looked almost identical. That's when he noticed the stab wound in his back. How had he not noticed that? "Ah you've probably figure out who I am already." The figure sighed as they stood up. Well floated up to be more exact. The figure turned around with a sad smile and extended his arms. "Well to put it simply... I'm you." And Don woke up. Whether from shock or something else waking him he now laid on his bed. He sat up quickly and to his surprise Nashile floated in front of him with another person. The nightmare him crossed his arms eyes narrowed at Nashile as she huffed in frustration.

"Why are you being so stubborn!" She snapped throwing her hands up.

"Because I don't trust you Dashile!" The nightmare version of him cried wrapping his arms around himself. Before Nashile could say anything Don cleared his throat grabbing the attention of the two nightmares.

"Oh! Sorry did we wake you Don?" Nashile apologized floating over to him.

"Not exactly." Don said hesitantly glancing over at the nightmare version of himself. The nightmare Don avoided his gaze, his eyes darting around as if he was looking for an exit of sorts. Nashile followed his eyes and frowned when she noticed he was looking at the nightmare Don.

"What did you do?" Nashile scowled floating back over to Nightmare Don.

"Nothing." He muttered floating back slightly away from Nashile.

"I'm sorry about him Don he doesn't really like being around people." Nashile apologized sitting on Dons bed or in her case simply suspending herself so she looked as if she was sitting.

"So what should I call him?" Don asked watching as the nightmare fidgeted from where he floated.

"Well sense I'm Nashile I suppose that makes him Non!" Nashile laughed folding her hands on her lap.