Ghost Stories (A Sanscest Story)

A Good Morning

Dream's alarm on his phone went off, shocking him awake. He yelped and fell backwards, hitting the floor. Luckily, his fall had been somewhat cushioned by a blanket. He blinked. He'd fallen asleep at the counter, having returned after showing Killer how to work the shower. They'd chatted for a good hour or so before Dream had practically passed out. He blinked. Killer must've put the blanket on him.

He rubbed his eyes, yawning. He listened. Sure enough, he could hear a shower. He turned and glanced over at the living room. The one with the hole in his head was curled up under the table still. So far, it seemed only Dream and Killer were awake. Dream blinked.

He got up and stretched, his bones making a popping noise. He quickly located everyone's bags, making sure they were ready and at the door. He had to go clean himself up too. But first, he had to get Nightmare up. He went over and leaned over the couch. Before he could shake Nightmare, he noticed something strange.

There was an X-shaped mark practically etched into Nightmare's neck. Dream stared at it. He didn't get a good feeling from it. It was like someone had marked his brother. He shook himself out of it and shook Nightmare up. He managed to dodge the tentacle that attacked him and cracked into the floor. Nightmare blinked open his eye and sat up.

He yawned and all of his tentacles curled outwards for a moment. He slumped against the couch. "Nightmare, get your friends up! We have to go to school." Dream said. Nightmare blinked at him before turning his head to look at the other two skeletons.

"Fuck." He muttered. Dream sighed and went to go get cleaned up himself.

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Nightmare wasn't afraid to admit that he'd had a blast last night. Especially with taping Killer to the wall. He glanced over and noticed the skeleton had escaped his duct tape prison. And some paint had escaped the wall. He briefly wondered why Dream hadn't said anything. He stretched again.

He stretched out a tentacle and shoved who he assumed to be Horror, who was under the table, yanking his tentacle back in time as he heard the snap of Horror's jaws. There was a loud thump and a yelp as the entire table bounced for a moment and Nightmare snorted. He glanced over at Dust, who had managed to wake up himself, drowsily staring at the floor.

Nightmare snapped his fingers and Dust snapped his head up, though his eyes weren't nearly as fast. His body was reacting faster than his mind. Nightmare grinned. Horror crawled out from under the table, rubbing his head with a twitchy hand. Nightmare pushed himself up with his tentacles. He sat back down as Dust got up, muttering about washing his face.

"Bathroom?" Dust asked in a raspy voice. Nightmare blinked. One that wasn't being used?

"Down the east hall, to the left, third door on the right." He instructed. Dust seemed to stare at him blankly before nodding. He seemed to take another second to go over that in his head, muttering it to himself. Nightmare watched as he shambled away. He focused on the poster board on the table and groaned. "Guess that's a fucking lost cause..."

Well, if he was failing, at least everyone else was too. He shrugged. He closed his eyes for a moment. All of sudden, cold gripped his body and he couldn't move. Nightmare's eye widened and he shook. The cold feeling stemmed from the back of his neck. He could feel it. Cross was here. He couldn't see him, but the other was here.

He jumped as a hand shoved his shoulder and he snapped out of his paralysis, his tentacles all raised and pointed. Horror blinked at him, drawing his hand back. "Shaking bad... just checking... just checking..." The other turned away, messing with his bony fingers. Nightmare relaxed and got up. He glanced around before sighing. Was he being paranoid?