"Just one moment away."
Dream likes Cross.
Killer likes Nightmare.
Cross likes Nightmare. Nightmare returns her feelings.
So why can't they let go?
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Book One. Yes, there will be a sequel. Just need to finish this one.
Um... yeah. Enjoy this l...
POVs: change regularly; I try and alternate between Dream, Killer, a support character (Chara, Cross, Nightmare, etc), and myself (Third Person).
Style: just plain terrible? (￣^￣)ゞ
Yeetus yoteus
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~MiniDev— I mean, Third Person POV~
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...is it on, MiniMod?
...yeah? Okay, let's go, fellow smellies.
"Okay team, listen up."
The eating friends at the table looked up at their leader.
"My sister wants to meet up with us at the park today. Probably just to talk, don't know why." (Oh yeah, I should tell you that I modified the conflict awae, so now everyone is chill with each other. Just wait till they see the feels bucket I'm about to throw on them—)
The friends were okay with it.
And so, after breakfast and hygienic routines, they set out for Hoshimizu Park. (Star-water Park. I have no creativity. Used it all on my edits.)
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"Hey, Nightmare!"
"Hello, Ink. Why's my sister wearing a face mask?"
"Err, to be edgy, I think. Want a nice cream?"
Dream was not wearing the mask to be edgy. A flower had grown out of her mouth while she was sleeping, and she refused to show it to her sister. Nightmare would definitely suspect something if she did.
Cross was trying to feed Nightmare part of his sandwich to try and be a big softie, but clearly it wasn't working. Nightmare was leaning awae— cough, away from his attempts to get the bread into her mouth. Already, it looked like a fluffy scene. And don't say I'm breaking a fourth wall when I call this fluff. I am the fourth wall, ya stinky—
Anywae ( ^ω^ ) onto the story.
Dream was sitting next to Killer. Oh hae— mmmmmmm hey, two hanahaki sufferers placing their a**es next to each other, how wOnDeRfUl— I need to stop.
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Four breaths, Mini. Four. Breaths.
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Okay, let's go. Make it sad, Min.
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She coughed. Not severely, but she did.
So did Killer.
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They caught each other's eyes.
They knew instantly that they were in the same state.
Dream motioned for Killer to follow her into an alleyway.
So that's where they went.
As soon as they reached the alley, Dream took off her mask and choked on her petals. Killer did too, though not as severely as Dream.
(Oh LoOk, A pIcTuRe—)
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Once they had both finished their fits, Dream looked up at Killer. "You like her, right?"
Killer nodded. "I suppose it's the same for you liking Cross, hm?"
Dream nodded too, coughing just a little bit, but swallowing the thin substance (nOT THAT KIND OF SUBSTANCE *cough the dirty awae*) right back down again.
"It's just terrible, isn't it? A person very close to us is keeping us away from our love," Dream analysed, looking at Cross and Nightmare being so darn cuddly with each other. (It doesn't look like it in the picture— okay I'm remaking it, even though it took me daes to make (￣^￣)ゞ)
"So bad. I wish it didn't have to be like this," Killer added.
They stood there together for a few more minutes before heading back to the picnic spot, Dream putting on her edgy-ish mask as they walked.
And Dream pondered, as did Killer.
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~switching to Dream's POV now~
Killer seems like a nice guy. I feel like getting to know him a bit more. Maybe he'll like me? No, he won't. It's my aura, isn't it? Sigh. Terrible, terrible aura, always making me doubt my relationships.
Perhaps if I meet up with him when he goes out on patrol on Wednesday, I can talk to him a bit more.
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~switching to Killer's POV now~
For some reason, Dream is in a lot more depressed state than I've ever seen her in. Better not be foolery, what she was coughing up. I really want to help her out.
Maybe I should look for her on Wednesday? Perhaps she can reveal a bit more about herself that she doesn't show to many people, like Dust, maybe.
I just want people to feel okay. Is that too much to ask, life?
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~switching to Nightmare's POV now~
How the heck does Cross survive with all that floof? Good golly, he must be burning in his bones right now.
But still, not even that can push away my concerns for both Dream and Killer. Clearly they needed to talk about something; they went in an alley a while ago, and here they come now.
Something's up. Maybe I should keep a close eye on the two, and give Killer some cough medicine. That should work, hopefully.
I just hope they don't want to throw their lives down the drain. That's the last thing I want anyone to do. Please keep yourselves safe, you two...
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Ooh la la~! Another one down, school to go.
Ah shoot. School.
Expect less updates for now, I have school like all of you.
Also wanna try something quickly:
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Wattpad better not mess that up (it happened my smells)
