Depression... A Sansest Story.

Untitled Part 20

(Hehheheeeeee! I don't ship Kreme, but why not? Idk. I just added too much Crossmare and I needed to add something so everything is equaling out...)

Dream frowned, sensing Nightmare's presence... become happy? It was only for a second, but Dream could still feel it.

Why was his brother happy?! It's AMAZING, but it's weird.

Nightmare stopped feeling good things when he turned into the goopy person.

How is that even possible?

A new emotion struck Dream's chest, making him sit up into the chair he was leaning back in. It was a mix of guilt, anger, and sadness.

Then a strange feeling of happiness was dark, not like murdering someone and enjoying it, but like there was something bottled up inside and you just...

Let it go.

Dream shot up and ran out the front door, letting the emotion guide him to whoever was feeling it.

It leads him to the villain's castle.

"Oh no..." Dream frowned, teleporting inside the castle and running through the halls, which were completely black.

The emotion got stronger, and the faint scent of blood filled his non-existant nostrils. Dream skidded to a stop and cringed.

The horrible smell was coming from the bathroom.

So was the emotion.

Dream walked to the door and put his 'ear' to the door, frightened about what was going to be on the other side.

And how someone might find him.

He heard crying, and a whisper that was barely legible, "2 mo... go." 

Dream was confused, but nonetheless, burst through the door and said, "Wh- Killer?!" Dream held a hand over his mouth as he saw Killer bending over the sink with one of his knives perched at his bleeding wrist, about to make another cut across his bone.

"D-dream! I-I-" He stopped seeing Dream's paralyzed face. "I'm s-sorry... I couldn't h-help it!" Killer broke out into sobs seeing Dream walk closer.

he gasped when the angelic figure hugged him, instead of laughing at him and leaving him alone... Like so many others did.

"I don't expect you to be sorry. I just want to help you..." Dream buried his face into Killer's neck, hugging the other tighter.

Killer hugged back, careful not to get blood on Dream's shirt.

"Let's get you healed-" Dream separated from the other and sighed. "At my place..."

Killer caught on, knowing Dream doesn't want to be caught here, and wiped the tears from his eyes, smearing the goop a little. He didn't care.

He just wanted to be loved, to be cared about again. 

He wanted Dream to care...

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"So you're telling me..." Blue frowned, looking up to his friend, who was looking at him worriedly. "-That you suck at cooking?! "Blue exclaimed, shaking the taller's shoulders and laughing, falling back on the grass and sighing in bliss.

He hasn't felt this happy since... Chara died.

He pushed those thoughts away and glanced at Dust, who was frowning and looking around. "Is something wrong?" Blue asked, sitting up and petting the other's shoulder. "No..." Dust sighed. "You've been a victim of so many things, and I've been causing so many bad things... How can you ever forgive me?" He looked at blue with tears in his eyesockets, ready to fall.

Blue sighed loudly and hugged the other. "Do you regret it?" Dust tensed up and slowly nodded. "Then I believe anyone deserves a second chance if they try and earn it!" Blue exclaimed, jumping up and started picking flowers.

Dust just chuckled and looked up at the trees, which had sunlight dripping through the cracks. How could his life turn out this way?

he just wanted to stop chara and loo- 

Dust snapped his head down as something fell on his head, and he saw blue gushing about him. "Wh-" Dust felt his head, taking the thing off his skull and raising his bonebrows.

It was a flower crown...

A purple and blue flower crown.

"Blue..." Dust looked up, making Blue's smile fall slightly. "d-do you not like it?" Blue frowned, slouching his shoulders as Dust shook his head, an idea forming in his head.

Without thinking, Dust tackle-hugged blue and said, "I love it."

He got an idea...

And started leaning closer.

(695 words)

(-w- I needed to do that.)