Ghost Stories (A Sanscest Story)

A Careless Whisper

That night, Horror brought in pillows and blankets. He gripped them tightly with red-stained fingers. He walked right past the bed, ignoring it completely and set them up right near the window. He laid back, staring out at a full moon. When was the last time he'd been able to do that? He closed his eyes and cringed as he remembered the screams.

That... thing... that had killed the people he loved, yet spared him for some reason. He knew it was still out there and the thought alone made him ache.

All of a sudden, he heard something. Soft music. Kind of like... a carousel. He blinked and looked over. Lust had appeared in the room. He stared straight ahead. Horror blinked. Lust sighed as he moved gracefully. On the tips of his toes. Without a sound. Horror blinked and let out a breath of amazement.

Finally, Lust lifted his head. When he spoke, a purple blush had flushed his cheeks. Greetings, Horror. I tend to perform on the night of the full moon. I wish to perform for you. Will you allow me this? Lust seemed nervous and Horror felt something in his chest warm up. He blinked before nodding.

"Sure. I'm sure it'll be beautiful." He said, a twitchy grin slowly making its way across his face. Lust gave him a small smile as he thanked him. Horror pushed himself up into a sitting position. He turned to Lust. In the moonlight, every move was soundless and graceful. Mesmerizing. Horror watched, a feeling of peace and relaxation moving over him.

His bony fingers had clicked together in front of him. Normally, he never would've stayed awake for something so quiet. But this...? He loved this. He blinked as Lust finished in the same stance he had started in and gave a bow. He smiled. "I-I was right. Beautiful." He said, leaning back.

He blinked as Lust moved forward and climbed up next to him. The other leaned against him with a sigh. Horror paused, feeling his face heat up. He could... touch the ghost...? He wrapped an hesitant arm around the other comfortingly.

Do you really think so? It was a dance I never lived to perform. I am very pleased that you liked it. Thank you for being my audience, Horror. Lust smiled at him once more before he saw the other's eyes become dull once again. He chuckled.

"Of course." He whispered. Lust's eyes closed and the other went limp against him. He was sleeping. No doubt it had been a long time since Lust had slept. Horror felt a rush of excitement. He leaned back against the window, enjoying the cooling feeling on his back.

He managed to turn without waking Lust and laid back against the pillow, Lust asleep on his chest. He pulled the blanket up to cover them both, despite it fazing through the other's ghostly body and closed his eyes. His twitchy breathing fell in sync with Lust's and he drifted to sleep.

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Downstairs, the night owls were gathered. Nightmare on the living room couch, Dust and Killer talking in the kitchen, and Cross sitting on the floor. Nightmare sighed. He stiffened as he felt a hand on his tentacle and turned to glare at Cross.

The other blinked up at him as he held one of the tentacles, gently running his bony hands over it. His eyes held no fear. He blinked at Nightmare before smirking and going back to rubbing the tentacle again. Nightmare growled and leaned back, knowing he couldn't do anything to stop the other.

He closed his eye. In a way, it felt nice. Soothing, even. He blinked open his eye as he heard awkward coughing and the sound of footsteps retreating up the stairs. He glanced over, noting that Killer and Dust were both gone from the kitchen.

Nightmare jumped as he felt the couch shift. "Hey!" He snapped, his tentacles rearing up. Cross blinked calmly at him and Nightmare jumped in shock as the other rubbed the bottom of his chin. Nightmare lost concentration immediately and his tentacles dropped. He lifted his head, closing one eye. Cross gave a grin.