Dream sighed, touching the little picture of his brother that he took on Christmas(sorry if you don't celebrate that). Nightmare was smiling... That would be the last time Dream would be best friends with his brother...
7 days later is that one day he lost Nightmare...
Dream can't stay in the past, though!
That's what he tells himself.
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Killer walked up to Nightmares castle, sighing. He knew today was another four cuts that would await his body. How could the star sanses be so happy, though?
Dream is obvious, but even he can fee guilt for thinking he killed Nightmare's 'real' self. how is that even-
Before he could finish that thought, Horror opened the door with...
Lust?
He was kissing Lust roughly, and the slut looked like he was enjoying the kiss.
Killer chuckled, making Horror know of his presence.
"K-Killer?!" He exclaimed, hugging Lust to his side. "Looks like the slut found-" Before Killer could finish the sentence, Horror lunged at the other.
And they fought.
Nightmare had to stomp up, lift them up with his tentacles, and smash them into the cold metal walls for them to stop FUCKING FIGHTING.
Unfortunately for Killer, Horror had lifted up his sleeves up to the point where he could see the deep cuts and scars that littered there.
"I- wait." Horror just stared at Killer's cuts, which the other tried to cover them up quickly.
Nightmare stomped away, leaving the two alone.
(lust just went away?)
"You-" Killer cut the other off, "NO! It l-looks like t-that-" Killer burst out crying, falling to the floor.
"I-I'm t-trying t-to stop! I-I am!" He exclaimed, hugging himself.
Horror just stood there, amazed by Killer.
On the outside, he was a flirtatious skeleton that did exactly what dust did to his AU...
But this...
This was just weird.
should he comfort the skeleton???
He has no idea.
Nightmare watched all of this happen with content written on his face.
Why?
The negative emotions were making him very strong.
He doesn't necessarily care about Killer.
he won't admit it, but he cares about Cross.
He just is to FUCKING STUBBORN to realize it.
Dream could obviously sense that, even though all the depression just flew over his head somehow.
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Have an evil day, Night, or whatever!
~undercorn1
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Depression... A Sansest Story.
FanfictionEverything was running smoothly for the Star Sanses on this amazing day. Ink was drawing happily, Blue was running around chasing butterflies, and Dream was reading! Until we look a little... deeper. Dream was fine. But Ink was thinking about thing...
