Ghost Stories (A Sanscest Story)

A Little Fall of Rain

(Hello and welcome to Ghost Stories! This is a fanfic where the gang's all in high school. Keep in mind that I keep the character's personalities as close as possible to their canon ones, so there isn't going to be any fucking "love at first sight" bullshit. Well, everyone's canon personalities except Cross and XChara. Read and enjoy!)

But they're all rumors... right?

Nightmare sighed as he walked down the sidewalk. His tentacles lashed in irritation behind him, but still managed to stay under the umbrella. He was stiff. He hated rain. He hated water. It was raining, but thankfully not too hard, the sky a clouded grey. Nightmare was in his goopy form, a black messenger bag slung over one shoulder. He glared at the ground in front of him with a piercing bright blue eye.

"Fucking weather." He growled. "Why did it have to be today?!" He didn't like when it rained. It would always make him feel tense.

Nightmare felt someone bump him. "I don't know why. It's autumn. It doesn't usually rain in autumn." Nightmare turned and lashed out at Dream with one of his tentacles. Dream managed to barely dodge him. He was under his own umbrella and dressed in his golden outfit, a gold and blue backpack on his back. Yellow gloves over long black gloves stretched up his arms. His golden crown sat neatly on his head. He seemed concerned for the other, despite Nightmare attacking him. "Having a bad day, brother? It's still the morning!"

Nightmare scowled. "If you touch me again, I will not hesitate to murder you." Dream nodded, stating that he understood. They were on their way to school. Both of them were seniors. This was their last year. They walked together quietly, yet they'd never been so far apart. Nightmare's tentacles flicked as he remembered the first time they'd walked to school together. Him in his purple tunic and golden crown. Dream in a bright blue outfit with a golden cape and gloves.

Looking at them now, it wasn't difficult to see that much had changed since freshman year. But, of course, one thing had remained consistent for Nightmare. He had no friends. And it wasn't like he needed them either. He scoffed quietly to himself. Dream's fingers nervously tapped his own umbrella and Nightmare could tell the other just wanted to talk to him. Finally, Dream seemed to muster up the courage.

"What're you thinking about, brother?" He tried awkwardly. Nightmare blinked and turned to look at the other with a raised brow. Dream stared at him, clearly trying his best. Nightmare sighed in annoyance and turned his head away.

"Nothing that concerns you, Dream." He answered quietly. There it was. He felt that pang from Dream as the other looked down, knowing his attempt at a conversation had been shut down. They continued to walk in silence.

They reached the intersection before the school and crossed the road. Already, Nightmare could see two figures coming from a different direction and knew this was where he and Dream would separate. He continued forward as Dream stopped and waited for his friends. One was Ink, a skeleton that Nightmare actually was fascinated with. Not romantically, but the other held an aura about him that Nightmare recognized. One that meant he was hiding a secret.

Ink smiled as he crashed into Dream, a paint-splattered bag slung over his shoulder, held together by VERY bad stitching. Ink had done it himself.  He was a senior as well, like Dream and Nightmare. The other skeleton was Blue, a small, but surprisingly loud skeleton. A sophomore. The youngest of the three. His brother had graduated earlier, but the teachers had loved him and they seemed to love Blue even more. Blue protested and began to scold Ink for nearly knocking Dream over.