Light and Dark

What Have You Done?

"Ink's brother?" Killer asked. Dream nodded. "And he did what?" Dream took a deep breath.

"He, um, used me to get to Nightmare."

"To get to Nightmare and do what?" She gulped.

"T-To kill him. Night warned me. He warned me a lot actually but I didn't listen and one day he asked me to take him to Nightmare's room so he could talk to him. Stupid me I thought he might want to ask about marrying me or something." She blushed in embarrassment. "But instead he took out a knife and attacked him. Nightmare had to jump out the window to escape. That's what alerted me to what was going on and I ran inside but by the time I got in there they'd already jumped outside." Her words poured out like a broken dam as she continued, her eyes avoiding Killer's. "Dust was with him too. I'll never forget his eyes. Purple and flaring and... insane. Then Dust's brother stepped forward to protect Nightmare and..." She took a shaky breath. "And Dust killed him. Desperately, Nightmare ate the apples of negativity and became. That. He killed Paint in the end but I still remember..." Dream dissolved into tears and Killer held her close.

"Shhh, it's ok. It's ok," He cooed. She shook her head.

"No!" She sobbed. "It's not ok! His love was a trap and I fell into it and I vowed never to fall into a trap again! But now I'm doing it again and I can't stop myself!" Her tears half obscured her words as she continued. "You don't know how this feels! You're fine with just protecting me and letting me sleep with you so I don't have nightmares! You're fine with calling me Your Highness and keeping the hell away from me whenever you can! You're fine with just being in this stupid cycle of awkward encounters, friendly chats and full on coldness." She sobbed into his chest. Her breath came out shallow and hiccups interrupted her words every now and then. "You're fine with comforting me and tempting me." She let go of him. "You don't love me." Stiffly, she crumpled into a ball and, clutching her nightgown, continued crying into her knees. Fatigue running over her, she collapsed down onto the bed and lay limply, like a doll, looking at nothing. Killer stared down at the bed, paralysed. Suddenly Dream sat up in a panic. "I should go," she mumbled, standing to leave. "Goodnight Killer."

"No Dreamy don't go!" He called. She froze.

"No Dreamy don't go!" She turned back.

"Why?" She asked.

"Why?"

"What if I have a nightmare and there's no one to protect me?"

"I don't want to have nightmares!" She giggled.

"Don't be silly! You can't have nightmares!"

"I don't care! I want to be the protected younger sibling for once!"

"Ok, ok. I'm coming."

She looked at him sorrowfully. Then with quick steps walked back to his bed and sat down. He smiled at her and pushed himself up to her level.

"You know," He said, drawing closer. "I'm not ok with this either." She looked into his eyes, her body paralysed. He drew closer, their faces were inches apart. Their breathing mingled and she closed her eyes, waiting. There was a moment of hesitation and he kissed her. She caught his lips on hers and opened her mouth, invitingly. He drew her into his arms and kissed her deeper. Her hands ran through his hair, making it messier than it already was and her chest contracted in longing. He grabbed her waist and flipped her on her back. Finding himself on top of her he pulled back. "I shouldn't..."

"You should."

#NOSMUT

Also, fuck you if you think this is too fast. Watch any Ma15+ or whatever movies if you don't think this happens. The Musketeers is a good start. It's a TV show but whatever.

Nightmare awoke to find Cross bent over the toilet, vomiting. He blinked the sleep out of his eyes.

"Crossy?" He asked, groggily. She glanced at him for a moment before returning to the toilet. He got out of bed and stumbled over to her. Rubbing her back and holding back her hair he asked. "Crossy what's happening to you?" She shook her head.

"Nothing..." She vomited again. Finally, wiping her mouth and moving to the sink she washed her hands and her face and turned to him. "I'm fine Nighty. I just need..." She gulped and spat in the sink. "I just need some chocolate." She stood up on shaky legs and Nightmare reached up to support her. She collapsed on him.

"What's wrong? Why won't you tell me what's wrong?" Nightmare asked, moving close to her.

"I-I can't," She whimpered.

"Why?!" He cried, moving closer.

"I'm not allowed!" She backed against the wall. "I-I have to go." She ran out of the room. Nightmare looked after her in despair.

"I will find out," He muttered.

Geno peeked into Reaper's room, knocking on the open door.

"Reaper?" She called. Reaper groaned from the bed. "Were you drinking last night?" She laughed. He groaned again. She sat on the bed.

"Shuddup!"

"Still slightly drunk I see." He pulled her down to the bed. Placing a finger to her lips he said.

"Shhhhh, I have some things I want to say." Geno snuggled up to him.

"Yeah?" He groaned again.

"Can you imagine being a frog?" Geno shook her head. "Shit... It must be hard... Can you imagine what a frog thinks a truck is? He must be looking at that shit and thinking. That's a big fucking frog." Geno laughed.

"Yeah, life's hard."

"Yeah, especially if you're a frog."

Nightmare moved along the hallway, his hands in his pockets. He knocked on Dream's door. There was no answer. Frowning, he opened it slowly. There was no one inside.

"Dream?" He called. There was no answer. He walked inside. The bed looked undisturbed and her possessions were unmoved. A piece of paper lay on the ground beside the bed. He picked it up. It was a picture of him and Dream standing together in front of the tree before it happened. Before everything went wrong. Sighing, he dropped it. Leaving the room he moved to the Killer's room. He opened the door, not bothering to knock this time. It swung open silently and he held back a gasp at what he saw. Two people lay in the bed. One was Killer, who was bare-chested hardly surprising considering he slept without a shirt on, but next to him lay Dream, equally as naked. He bit his lip and closed the door. Anger rose up in him but he pushed it down and walked away, content to wait until he could talk to Dream alone.

"Oh, Dreamy. What have you done?"

Eyyy. I have a new book out! Why? Idk. Just pls read it. My self-esteem needs you. It's called Hunters.