Ghost Stories (A Sanscest Story)

A Heated Blast

Dream blinked as he stared at the other, coiled up and giggling in Nightmare's tentacles. "You said he's what?" Dream asked, glancing at Dust as he reached with one hand to Killer. Nightmare huffed and set Killer down, making the other stumble. Dream cried out and caught him, steadying him.

"He's called 'now your problem.'" Nightmare grumbled. Dream jumped as Killer giggled quietly and slumped against him, wrapping his arms around Dream's neck. Dream lit up bright gold.

"H-Hey!" He exclaimed. Killer took a deep breath near his neck before burying his face into Dream's shoulder.

"You... smell JUST like Dream..." Killer mumbled. He straightened up and rubbed his eyesockets. "M'fucking HUNGRY..." He stumbled over to the kitchen, leaning against the counter. Nightmare sighed.

"I'm going out to eat. Dust? Cross?" He asked, turning to the other two. Cross smiled and got up, heading over to stand next to Nightmare. Dust shook his head.

"I think I'm gonna go out somewhere else." He said, getting up. Nightmare blinked before shrugging and nodding. The three left the living room and the front door shut. Dream was wide-eyed. Why had they done this to him?? He was going to kill them when they got back.

"Wait." He said, but not anyone since they had all gone. He blinked and turned to look at Killer, who hadn't moved from being slumped against the counter. Dream quickly hurried over. "K-Killer?!" He shook the other and jumped as Killer's dazed eyes slowly turned to face him.

"Hey, Dream..." He mumbled softly. He inhaled wheezily and rubbed his cheek against the counter. "This feels nice..." Dream stared at him. What was he supposed to do?? It didn't seem like Killer was angry with him anymore. He jumped as Killer straightened up, his brow furrowed. "Ya worrying?"

Dream began to protest, but Killer scoffed and shook his head. "Nah, nah, that's your worrying face. Why you worrying?" He asked, tipping his head. Dream gulped and stared at him. Before he could answer, Killer raised a hand to his face and seemed to rub at his chin, where there were dried lines of black liquid. "I threw up earlier."

"What?!" Dream cried in shock. Killer nodded, leaning heavily against the counter. He seemed unbothered.

"I got real worried about ya... after Nightmare yelled at me... got so worried, I... fucking vomited..." Killer shrugged, throwing his hands out to the side. He sighed and stared at Dream. "But are you alright?" His speech was slurred, but soft. Dream stared at him. He turned away.

"I..." He trailed off. There was no way he could tell Killer that. He helped as he heard a thump and turned back to find Killer sitting on the floor, leaning against the counter. "Killer!" He hurried over to him before shrieking as Killer wrapped his arms tightly around his leg, trapping him.

Killer stared up at him, seeming mystified by his appearance. Dream was shaking. He gulped as he stared down at Killer, blushing bright gold. Killer gave a soft smile. "Love when ya glow like that..." He mumbled. He drew one hand back and began to slide it up Dream's leg. Dream shivered and began to squirm.

"K-Killer! Killer, wait, please!" He begged. Killer either didn't hear him, or didn't care. Dream's blush spread as Killer's hand slipped up into the shorts. "KILL-" He cut himself off, his hands over his mouth, choking on his own breath as Killer's bony fingers ghosted over the first scar. The other paused.

Then, to Dream's shock, Killer looked up at him. "I... wanna see..." He said softly. Dream went bright gold as he pushed up the shorts on one side, revealing the scarred femur. Killer blinked, staring at it. "Huh..." He said after a moment.

Dream felt his face burning with shame and horror. He covered it, feeling himself about to cry. Then, he felt something else and jumped, yelping. Killer had leaned forward and pressed his teeth to the scars quietly. Dream stared down at him, eyes wide. He blushed vividly. He watched as Killer opened one eye and saw the faintest hint of a blurry white circle appearing.