Ghost Stories (A Sanscest Story)

A Crazy Sight

Nightmare blinked at Killer, who seemed both shocked and baffled as he stared around. "What do you mean?" Nightmare asked. Killer stood and peered around the front of the mansion. He seemed to give up and shrug helplessly, moving past Nightmare, who shut the door.

"There was another skeleton, man. He asked me to take him here, but as soon as you opened the door, he disappeared. Like... VANISHED." Killer emphasized the words with his hands, his dark eyes wide. Nightmare stared at him. He was already dealing with enough weirdness.

Both Horror and Dust had seemed freaked out by something when he'd come back from his bedroom with supplies for the project. They wouldn't tell him what though. "What'd he look like?" Killer blinked and scoffed, rolling his eyes.

"You want me to be honest? He looked kinda like an Oreo. He had this black-and-white aesthetic bullshit going on." Killer seemed annoyed as he spoke about the other. Nightmare blinked. He didn't recall knowing anyone like that. Killer snapped his fingers, recalling something else. "Oh. One red, one white eye. And a... a..." Killer snapped his fingers again, furrowing his brow.

He raised a hand to his cheek and traced a jagged little lightening shape under one eyesocket. "He had a scar like this, but it was red." At that, Nightmare stopped. His body had gone cold. Killer blinked and used his hands to emphasize once again. "Oh! GI-GAN-TIC knife. Bright red and this big." Killer used his hands to show it.

Nightmare couldn't believe it for a second. He raised his eye to look at Dust, who'd also seemed to realize something. The other had a brow raised. "Night, isn't that the-"

Nightmare nodded, somewhat shaken. "And you brought him HERE??" He asked Killer. Killer blinked in surprise before giving an uncertain shrug.

"I mean, I THOUGHT I did." He said, confused. Nightmare was shook. They all blinked as they heard footsteps and turned to look. Dream stared back at all of them, his eyesockets wide.

"Holy crap." He whispered. He gave an awkward grin and wave. Only Horror returned the wave with his quivering red-stained fingers. Dream gulped and turned to Nightmare. "OKay... I'm heading over to Ink's and I should be back later." He said, nodding. Nightmare nodded, not really listening. He was still troubled.

He blinked as Killer kept his empty eyesockets on Dream the entire time. Nightmare could tell from Dream's stiff posture and fumbling that he could tell Killer was watching him. Dream slipped out the door and shut it. Killer stared after him for a few moments before scoffing and turning to Nightmare, a brow raised. "Wow, that fucking pipsqueak's your BROTHER??" He asked, chuckling.

Nightmare rolled his eye and nodded. For a moment, he forgot about his current problem. He didn't forget for long. He was crashed back down into his uneasy paranoia as Killer went to go raid his fridge.

Dust called him over and Nightmare came, his tentacles curled up uneasily. "You don't think it could be the White Night... do ya? I mean, it's a fucking ghost, they'd be tethered to their tomb." He twitched and his voice shook for a moment. "Or to the one who killed them." Nightmare could've sworn another breathless voice waS echoing Dust's as he spoke. He seemed to refocus and look up at Nightmare. "And you're not either of those."

Nightmare nodded, his SOUL pounding. That X-shaped scar on the back on his neck hadn't stopped tingling. It wasn't too bad. He could even forget it was there sometimes. He shook his head. "We have a fucking project to do, right?" He muttered. Dust seemed to understand that Nightmare wanted to stop talking about it and nodded. Horror had passed out on the floor. Nightmare rolled his eyes. "Wake him up."

Dust grinned. "No problem." He stated, cracking his knuckles as he turned to the other.

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