Shattered Dream

A question

A moment of irritated silence followed as the two murderes tried to make sense of his words, not that anyone wanted to explain it to them.

" Wait, YOU ARE DREAM ?!" , Dust exclaimed, being the first one to get it. While he wasn't intentionally screaming, there was no reason not to do it, and skeletons didn't exactly have ears, so that wouldn't be a problem.

"Congratiulations, Sherlock, you solved the case. Do you want a cookie ? " , the positive guardian answered mockingly, not knowing about their history with those sweets.

" Uhm, yes, sure ? " , the statement sounded more like a question thanks to him being a bit dumbfounded about the offering of one of the sweet gems for completing such a simple task.

"That...That was a joke." , suprise and confusion laced his words as he tried to make sense of the current situation, even though he had no chance at doing so without knowing about the traditions of this odd family.

"Oh."

'This is all going downhill !' , the rude voice ringed through Error's head again, nearly giving him a soul attack.

'Told you it would...' , while still sounding soft and gentle, there was now a mocking undertone hidden beneath the second voice, but it didn't seem to be directed towards the God of Destruction at all.

Somehow, a loud gasp followed, as if the bodyless creature could actually be offended and breathe. ' Liar ! I'd give up everything for my child, and I already did ! Didn't Nim teach you anything ?! Oh right, you stopped her from doing so ! '

With Nightmare and Ink

"What is it about you that enabels all those around you to turn around and abandon me ? Which curse did you bring upon this world that forces them to abandon their guide and master, their creator ? You have no right to take away what's mine, filthy abonimation ! " , Ink was, to say it lightly, enraged. Nothing would work out like he wanted it to, despite all his efforts and hard work.

"Uhu. Have anything else to say ? Something important, perhaps ?" , being bored, Nightmare decided to see how far he'd be able to push the colourfull monster before he'd snap.

" How dare you insult me, outcast of hell ? I have been nothing but a blessing to you, and that's what I get ?! Why is it always me ?! No matter how small my desire is, even if it's just happiness, you refuse to acknowledge it ! What am I to do about that ? I'm just trying to be happy, but you have to ruin it, EVERY SINGLE TIME ! "

" Well, I'd have nothing against you being happy, your vials are, after all, a solution that work pretty well, but you can't just use Dream to fill that empty ribcage of yours. Think about that for a second, and then tell me, if anyone had the abbility to give you a soul and real feelings, would they do it if they saw you manipulating people that were nothing but nice to you, despite your attitude ? "

" I...You have no right to speak to me like this ! Obey me, like you were told to, or the one who brought me, the most powerful being there is, will come to haunt you !"

" Oh ? And who are you talking about, little painter ? Someone created you ? Wow, they must really hate you if they didn't even bother to give you a soul." , he could actually see the Creator's eyelights shrinking at this, and immedietly knew he had hitted a weak spot.

" Y-you're lying, that's not true ! N-nothing but lies leave your dirty mouth !" , panick, well, artifical one, overflowed him as he tried to fight the thought back. He swore that he'd never let himself think like that about his mother again, and Sanses kept their promises. Was that all he was, just another Sans, just another copy ? No, no he was something more, he was supreme to all others, how could he forget that ?