Ghost Stories (A Sanscest Story)

A Colorful Reveal

Dream stared up at the ceiling. He felt amazing. He'd opened his eyes after napping for a bit with Killer once they'd finished. He felt the other curled up against him. They were both still naked. Dream sat up, his pelvis slightly aching. He turned to look at Killer and sighed, reaching out and rubbing his hand down the other's arm fondly.

He heard a shuffle and froze. Something was crackling. Like... fire... Dream couldn't smell any smoke. He reached out and snagged a shirt and a pair of shorts. He managed to wriggle into them. He felt better, being dressed. He slipped himself out of the bed and began to move slowly across the floor. He went over to the closet, already sporting an obvious limp.

As comfortable as he was, he wanted to be wearing his OWN clothes. He pulled down a pair of his black leggings and a yellow T-Shirt. He moved over to the bathroom and slipped inside. He shut the door and turned on the lights before pausing. A small, fiery rose laid on the sink. It was made out of colored fire. Dream let out a soft breath of amazement.

It was BEAUTIFUL. But... he furrowed his brow and pulled his hand back. He didn't feel like it was for him. He decided after a few minutes of hesitation that he wouldn't touch it. He got changed and came out of the bathroom, stopping. Another skeleton was watching over Killer. He sighed.

Dream was shocked. He took a step back and the other's form flickered as he looked over. Dream blinked. This... this was a ghost. He furrowed his brow. The other's head had cracked open on one side and he had a slash across his chest.

Both seemed to be on fire. The fire flickered between colors. It was spectacular to watch and almost made Dream forget that there was stranger in his bedroom. But he didn't forget.

"Oh... hello..." Dream said hesitantly. He blinked and paled as he realized the other was coming towards him and he flinched as the fiery skeleton reached out. He blinked as he felt something be placed on his head. He reached up and fixed his crown as the other took a step back to stare at him calmly.

"You'll take care of him, right?" The other asked in a quiet, weary voice. Dream blinked and looked past him to Killer. Dream had questions and he wanted desperately to ask them, but he only nodded. The flaming skeleton gave a quiet chuckle. "Can you make sure he gets the rose?" Dream blinked and nodded again.

He looked down, fiddling with his fingers. He heard an amused scoff and looked up to see the other watching him warmly. "I'm glad he moved on. I'm glad he found someone like you." The other said, tipping his head. Dream blushed at the sudden compliments. He sputtered for a moment. The spirit raised his brow and Dream gulped.

"May... I, at least, know who you are?" He asked quietly. The spirit seemed surprised before letting out a soft bit of laughter.

"Geez, you're so polite..." He said, giving a grin. "My name is Color. I was Killer's last lover." At that, Dream felt his SOUL clench. Color seemed to notice and shook his head. "Don't feel jealous or anything." Dream quickly sputtered that he didn't. The spirit sighed. "No one has ever pierced that SOUL like you have. I like to think that I got close... but..." He shrugged and held out his hands, gesturing to his ghostly body.

"Another spirit came with me to see him... another past lover of his... but he didn't want to come inside." Color said quietly. Dream felt his SOUL clench again. Color cried out as the first golden tear escaped Dream's eyesockets. Dream kept his head ducked. He was shaking as he fiddled with his bony fingers.

"I apologize... I don't mean to cry in front of others..." Dream quickly stated, wiping his face. He seemed ashamed. Color stared at him.

"Why are you crying for me?" He asked after a moment, seeming weakly amused and confused. Color shook his head. "There's no need for you to care about me."