Abandoned Crown[Kréme]

Chapter thirty-eight

Chapter thirty-eight: I hate-love you

Dream held Killer's hand, Killer looked suprised, "What?" Dream asked looking up at Killer, his voice was definitely high pitched his pupils were no longer dull yellow they where instead bright yellow. "Your bleeding." Killer put his hand on Dream's neck, "I didn't even notice. It doesn't even hurt." Dream looked up at the taller skeleton. "Wait where's Toby?" Killer asked in a panic, "Don't worry about him he's right here." Dream didn't point to anything, "Where?" Dream didn't even answer he just started to pull Killer down the hall, "Dream! Where's Toby? You should be worried about him!-" Dream cut Killer off.

"I promise you, he's fine. I don't have to tell you everything do I?" Dream raised an 'eyebrow', "Yes, yes you do." Killer said, "Then I'll say it in the room. Not in a more open space." Dream tugged Killer to his door, "Your acting. . . . . Weird. And what I mean weird I mean weirder then normal." Killer pointed out, "Do you think I haven't noticed?" Dream glanced at him as they went into the room Killer closed the door after them. "Explain." Killer sat down infront of the door curiosity in his voice.

Dream started off on how he first met Toby and how he was always happy, and with him not having positivity thought as Toby as his opposite of him. He explained how Toby turned out just to be his own positivity.

"Okay that actually makes a lot of sense. What does it feel like to you?" Killer asked, "Warm and fuzzy, not painful like I imagined. When it was taken away it really hurt." Dream answered  pulling his knees to his chest, Killer crawled over to the smaller putting him into his lap. "At least you seem a bit more relaxed when I do something." Killer smiled, "I am still able to kill you." Dream said, "Does not mean you will." Killer poked Dream's cheek, "Does not stop me from trying."
"That's attempted murder."

Killer wrapped his legs around Dream pulling him closer. "You still have that knife I tossed to you. I bet it's in your jacket pockets right now. Right were I can get it." Dream Smiled mischievously. "So did it hurt?" Killer changed the subject "Hurt when? Let me guess, 'When I fell from heaven'?" Dream's voice was dull, "No. When you fell for me." Killer said, "No. I think it hurt you more. You fell first."
"Yeah I did. . . . . Ontop of you." Killer pushed Dream down onto the ground, Killer got ontop of his.

"Actually as I remember it, our first kiss was me ontop of you." Dream flipped them over. "I like it better the opposite way more." Killer flipped them back over, "Your personality is very cheesy." Dream pointed out, "I know but you like it anyway." Dream shrugged, halfly in agreement. Killer relaxed putting all his weight on the smaller, not crushing him somehow. "What are you doing?" Dream asked, "Relaxing."
Dream rolled his pupils a smile cracked on his face. "Your new nickname is 'Chessy'." Dream declared, "I think I might like 'Stupid' better all of a sudden." Killer mumbled "Fine then, stupid, get off of me." Dream ordered, "You may be a prince but you are not the boss of me."

"Off or I. . . . Or I won't kiss you!" Dream tried to convince him, Killer just looked at him,  with a mistrovus smile plastered on his face. "Lier," Killer said resting his head on Dream's chest, he could hear Dream's soul beat. "You would. By the way the soul of you soul is calming," Killer told him, Dream blushed, "Then prove I would kiss back." Dream said his face was yellow. "I'm fine with that."

Killer shifted to where their faces can meet, "I-I didn't mean really! Killer!-" Dream yelled before being cut off by Killer kissing him. Dream struggled for a few moments then gave up kissing back. Killer broke the kiss by speaking, "First proper kiss by you being held down, screaming on top of your non-existent lungs for me to not kiss you." Killer smiled, "I hate you. I really do." Dream looked pissed, "I hate you too." Killer stuck out his blood red tounge for laughs, "Off!" Dream pushed Killer off of him.
"Worth it!"

Dream sat in his cornor to sleep. "You have a bed y'know."  Killer sat up pointing at the bed, "I know. I just don't like using it. The floors more comfortable. "That's saying a lot." Killer crawled over to Dream. "Why are you suddenly all cuddly?" Dream asked trying to move away only to be met with the wall, "Because what you all moody I couldn't get near you without you punching aka slapping me." Killer told him, "That can still happen Killer."
"You haven't done it yet."

"Shut up and sleep."

"As you wish." Killer refranced, "And don't refrance Princess Bride!" Dream yelled. TV's don't even exist here. "As you wish." Killer said again, "Killer!"
"What?" Killer looked at Dream, "Stop refranceing a movie and sleep!" Dream screamed, "Okay. I like your dress though," Killer snickered leaning against the smaller, Dream gasped getting up imedenty. Killer's head hit the wall. "Ow."

Dream grabbed some clothes from his drawer and ran to his closet.
"Why didn't you say anything earlier?" Dream yelled from the closet, "Because I didn't want to." Killer answered, "You ass."

"In all capital letters."

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I'm planning on one last chapter for this book and I'll be freeeeeee!

And then I'll imedenty start writing another book because I'm constantly writing more then anything. Like eating or sleeping. I get the bare minimum of both of those, I'm fine.

~Flowey2424