Ghost Stories (A Sanscest Story)

A New Family

"WHAT?!" Dream cried. Nightmare stared at him. He'd just arrived home to see all of Nightmare's friends there once again. Dream quickly calmed himself as the other three skeletons stared at him. He gave a forced smile before turning to Nightmare. "We need to speak privately. Now." He stated.

Nightmare sighed and followed Dream up to the second floor. Once there, Dream turned on Nightmare with wide eyes. "Brother! I'm thrilled you have friends, I really am, but you can't just go offering them to live in our house!" Nightmare blinked at him, tentacles flicking.

"Why not? They're all fucking homeless, Dream. Killer is living in a fucking dumpster." Nightmare stated in annoyance. Dream paused. That would explain the other's need to be clean and his massive appetite. He shook it off and buried his face in his hands.

"But, Brother!! What if Mother finds out??" He asked. Nightmare stared at him.

"You're the favorite. Just tell her they're your friends, give her some sob story and you know she'll let them stay." Nightmare said, annoyed. "We have more than enough room and more than enough money." He was becoming agitated. Dream stared at him. He sighed and looked down before whispering out a quiet 'okay.' He sighed. They would have to find each of them rooms.

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Nightmare didn't understand what the big fucking deal was. He retreated back to his bedroom as Dream took each of his friends to find a room. Horror chose a room on the first floor to be close to the kitchen. Dust chose a room on the second floor, stating that he really didn't care. Killer chose a room on third floor because he wanted one of each of them on each floor.

Nightmare assumed it was just some weird OCD thing. He sat on his own bed, sighing. His bedroom was odd. He had his curtains pulled shut. His room was large, but the dark colors made it seem smaller than it was. He laid on the bed, slowly turning onto his stomach. His tentacles twitched restlessly.

Nightmare froze. Even his tentacles had stopped moving. He heard his bedroom door open and shut. He managed to pull himself out of the paralysis and turn to look. He froze. "What the fuck." He said shakily. Cross blinked at him.

Nightmare's tentacles raised up behind him as the other approached him, but a burning on the back of his neck prevented him from actually attacking. He didn't understand. "How're you here...?" He asked shakily. Cross blinked at him before tipping his head. He seemed to be listening to some unseen entity.

"He does ask a lot of useless questions, doesn't he?" Cross muttered quietly. He pinned Nightmare to the bed and Nightmare found himself unable to resist. He inhaled shakily as Cross leaned forward. Their teeth connected and Nightmare shivered. The other was still cold. Cross pulled back, his eyes glowing.

Shakily, Nightmare realized something and lifted his hand. Cross blinked as his SOUL was pulled from his chest. It was solid. Half of a monster SOUL, half of a human SOUL. Cross pulled it back to him as Nightmare stared at him in shock. "You're alive..." He whispered. Cross blinked and nodded, reaching out and tracing Nightmare's cheek with a bony finger. Nightmare shivered. "How?" He asked.

He knew Cross was trying to distract him with these small touches. He watched as the other day back, seeming disappointed. "Your passive form was much cuter... but I think you're quite attractive in this form as well." He lifted a hand and Nightmare found one of his tentacles lifting. Cross took it gently before pressing his teeth to it. Nightmare's face heated up.

"How did you get in my house?" He asked weakly. He had so many questions and Cross was answering none of them. He scowled. "CROSS!!" His tentacles lashed and the other seemed momentarily surprised. Nightmare glared at him furiously. "Answer me!!" Cross stared at him before sighing.