Ghost Stories (A Sanscest Story)

A Certain Intensity

Dream stumbled as he made his way back down the hall towards the living room. He blinked. Everyone turned to him from the living room. Surprisingly, the floors were already being repaired, thanks to Dust's magic. Killer was helping out too, his magic a vibrant red, glowing like his SOUL. Cross sat across from Nightmare. They'd put the table back.

"How is he?" Nightmare asked, his tentacles twitching. Dream blinked before giving a tired nod. He held his arm awkwardly.

"He'll be okay." Dream said, giving a weak smile.

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Nightmare tipped his head. Why did his brother look so exhausted? Had healing really taken that much out of him? He blinked as Dream swayed. "I... I think I'm going to go to bed early." Dream said. They all watched as he turned and started to move up the stairs. Killer blinked and seemed to start to go after him, but Dust grabbed his arm and shook his head.

Killer stared up after the other before sighing and turning back, continuing to help repair the house. Nightmare turned to Cross and met the other's gaze, his tentacles flicking quietly. Finally, he spoke. "I hope you know I fully blame you for this."

Cross blinked before chuckling and giving a shrug as he leaned back. "I suppose that's only fair."

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Later that night, Cross was actually considering sleeping. He hummed and wandered quietly around the mansion until he slipped into Nightmare's room. The other wasn't there yet. Cross blinked. He settled down on one of the plush couches Nightmare had in his room. He used his scarf to cover himself. Chara has already gone to sleep much earlier.

Cross curled up quietly, laying on his side as he closed his eyes. He slowly calmed his breathing. He heard the door to the bedroom open and close. He heard the footsteps stop before he heard a heavy sigh. "Son of a bitch." He heard Nightmare mutter. The other was heard moving around before his footsteps finally approached Cross.

Cross felt something soft and warm get laid over him and he knew instantly what it was. The blanket warmed his body, but the action had warmed his SOUL as he heard Nightmare move away towards the bed. Cross heard a click and opened his eyes in the complete darkness. He shifted on the couch, dimming his eyelights down. He peered over edge of the couch to see Nightmare slipping under his covers on the bed, becoming a large lump. Cross watched him warmly.

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The human bolted down the street, holding their limp arm. They were screaming. "HELP ME!! SOMEBODY!!" They left behind a heavy trail of blood and they were stumbling. They slowed to stop as they turned into an alley and hit a dead-end. "No. No, no, no." They whipped around, but their exit had already been blocked by their pursuer.

"Please... please don't kill me..." The human begged. The other slowly walked forward as the human moved back, shaking. "Please..." They coughed, tears running down their face. They could feel blood pouring through their limp fingers. They inhaled shakily as a large, sharpened bone formed in the other's hand. "Please..." They whimpered.

They screamed as a sickening crunching noise was heard. And somebody had heard. But nobody came.

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Blue jolted awake, his eyes wide as a scream sounded nearby. He was shaking. He stared out the window, the moon light shining in. He quickly got up, pulling on some shoes and a jacket. He threw open his door and ran down the hall, coming outside.