Ghost Stories (A Sanscest Story)

A Slim Chance

(Warning: Drug Use)

Killer felt... overwhelmed. That was the best way to describe it. He blinked, realizing he'd been sitting in bed and staring into space for the past ten or so minutes. His eyelights were glowing brightly and his SOUL had formed into that upside down heart. He was feeling so much and he hated it.

His eyes slowly drifted over to the black puddle that he'd thrown up earlier. He could still feel it running down his chin. The same liquid that ran from his eyesockets.

What had happened to Dream?? Nightmare had been panicked and furious. Killer had gotten so worried, he'd gotten physically sick. He could feel it rising again and gagged. He raised a hand, shaking. He had promised himself he wouldn't... but god, he desperately needed it. He went over and dug through his backpack, taking out a blunt and a lighter.

He'd found the monster that sold them in the school on the first day. Killer had promised himself he'd go clean while living with Dream and Nightmare, but at this point, he didn't care anymore. He just didn't want to feel anything anymore. He went over to his window and nudged it open. He put the blunt between his teeth and held up the lighter, flicking it a few times.

It lit and he managed to light the paper. He closed the lighter and threw it to the side. He inhaled the smoke shakily and leaned against the window, quietly blowing a smoky cloud out into the chilly air. Killer closed his eyes, leaning against the wall. He took another hit, blowing it back out into the open. He coughed a bit. He wandered back over to his bed and sat against it.

After about twenty minutes, Killer put the blunt out on the wall, leaving an ashy circle. He was laying facedown in his bed. He inhaled the scent of the sheets and blinked. They smelled like Dream. Faintly of apples. Killer was high as hell. He stared around in a daze, his SOUL having reformed into the target and his eyelights having disappeared.

He let out a sigh and dug his fingers into the covers, pulling them all towards him. All he could faintly smell was Dream. He closed his eyes. He felt light. Weightless. He knew it would start happening soon. The hallucinations. Which was odd, since weed didn't USUALLY cause hallucinations. But for Killer, he could hear them.

Oh, there it was. Memories. Killer blinked. He could see himself. He could see himself, crumpled on the ground in the middle of the room as it seemed to shift and wobble around him. Killer watched as the other him twitched and jerked violently before freezing and shooting straight up.

The other him's eyes were wide and an unhealthy-looking amount of black liquid was pouring from his eyesockets. One of his eyes had a white ring in it, mimicking a pupil.

The other him opened his mouth and spoke in a chillingly familiar voice. "Brother?? Human?? What are you doing? Are you both approaching me with a hug of acceptance? Well! In that case, the Great Papyrus welcomes you two with open arms!" Papyrus. Killer blinked. He didn't know who Papyrus was. Only that it was a name and voice he faintly recognized.

Killer remained on his side in the bed, watching the madness in front of him unfold in complete drug-induced relaxation. He watched as the other Killer twitched and spoke in a different voice. "None of that matters. Because I will strike you BOTH down!!" Undyne. Killer recognized that voice too, though he had no idea who it was.

The other Killer spoke again. A red mist was beginning to pour out of his mouth and spread around him as he twitched again. "Halt! Human... and monster?" That robotic voice was familiar too. Mettaton.

The other Killer jerked once more. "Don't kill me. I can be useful. I can... Please don't kill me." For some reason, Killer felt chills shake his limp body. Asriel.