Ghost Stories (A Sanscest Story)

A True Friend

"WHERE IS HE?!" Cross jumped and Dust fell over as two skeletons materialized in the living room. Ink was wide-eyed and frantic while Blue, for the most part, just seemed to be trying to stay out of his way. They all looked up as Nightmare came shambling down the stairs, entering the living room. "OCTOPUS!!"

Nightmare jumped and yelped as Ink materialized right in front of him, slamming him against the wall, his eyes red. "WHERE IS DREAM?!"

Nightmare seemed too shocked to answer at first, considering the shorter literally had him heaved off of the ground, and Ink growled. "Listen, you tentacled BITCH, I will slice you up and serve you on a fucking platter like calamari!! WHERE IS MY GOLDEN BOI-"

"Ink!" Dream's shaky voice sounded from the stairs and they all looked over. Dream was shaking, his hands clasped in front of him as he stared at them. He looked like he'd been crying and he looked somewhat exhausted. Ink immediately teleported over to him, hugging him and checking him over, frantically asking if he was alright. Dream nodded, giving a weak smile.

Nightmare was shaken, turning to Blue. "Why didn't you stop him? You two should be in school, right? Did you just leave school?" He asked, his eye wide. Blue stared at him with wide, haunted eyes before nodding.

"There is NO stopping Ink when he's like this." Blue said firmly, as if he'd learned this from experience. He excused himself with a small bow and scampered over to Dream and Ink. Cross watched the three of them quietly. Dream was trying desperately to assure Ink that he was alright and to not fight anyone in the mansion.

Cross blinked and looked over at Nightmare as he sat down with them around the living room table. "What happened, if I may ask?" Cross said, raising a brow. Dust seemed to take his gaze away from Blue and twitch it over to Nightmare curiously.

"Dream likes Killer. Not Horror. He confessed. It went badly." Nightmare said. He didn't like how powerful he felt from the pain of heartbreak. Cross blinked and murmured quiet sympathies. Dust's fingers tapped the table as he fell silent.

Cross blinked, noticing Chara curled up on the couch behind Nightmare in their ghostly form. He allowed himself a soft sigh and a gentle smile. "Well, he seems alright now. How is Killer?" Nightmare's tentacles twitched in annoyance.

"Fuck if I know." Nightmare muttered. Cross blinked in surprise. Dust sighed and got up, moving over to the kitchen.

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Dust just wanted a goddamn apple. He'd crushed the one from earlier with his magic and he'd forgotten about them until just now. Besides, he wasn't good with emotions and he didn't understand what was going on. He did, however, understand that he was hungry. He shrugged and dug through the bag of fruit, pulling out an apple. Goddamn finally.

He used his magic and began to slice it again. He blinked as he felt Papyrus over his shoulder and heard the other's ghostly voice. "He's watching you, brother... do you think he recognizes you?" At that, Dust's eyes widened and he twitched, almost crushing the apple again. He just barely managed to stop himself.

Dust ignored his ghostly brother and continued slicing. It was a green apple. He liked them much more than the red ones. He finished and picked up a small wedge of apple, quietly eating it. He blinked as he heard soft footsteps and glanced over. He stopped, staring down at Blue. The other stared up at him with wide eyes.

"Is... that apple GREEN?" Blue asked, seeming baffled. The question was so out of nowhere for Dust that he almost choked, turning his head to the side. He blinked and turned back, nodding. Blue blinked and to Dust's surprise, the other's eyelights became stars. Blue bounced slightly in place.