Ask and Dare the Sanses!!! (And Me- )

Untitled Part 35

Killer slammed his hands down on the table, getting everyone's attention.

"Okay! What's the fucking plan??" He asked, staring at Dream before he nodded.

"Dude, you are the King of Positivity, and you don't know how to make a demon happy?"

Dream shrugged again.

Nightmare sighed and leaned back in his chair, tentacles finally receding in his back as he said, "Why do we care anyway?"

Dream sighed and clutched his scarf.

"Brother, we're all worried about her!"

Sun nodded, folding his wings up so it didn't hit Paint.

"Due to her more advanced word choice and blank eye, she does not seem to hold any emotions."

Killer sat down in his seat and brought out a paper with a poorly drawn Under on it.

"How do we make her happy?"

Dream immediately started listing off things that could make a normal person happy but was immediately cut off by X.

"One, she hates stuff like that, two, she has haphephobia, and three... She isn't like normal humans."

Dream was left dumbfounded.

From the corner, Dust's ghost and Nova were staring at everyone.

"What do you think they should do?" Dust's ghost asked, glancing at the angel next to him.

"Dream is not helping the case. Only making Nightmare angrier."

Dust's ghost sighed and made a gesture with his floating hands.

"Nightmare is certainly nonchalant about the whole thing."

Nightmare was leaning back, eye resting and not in its usual glare, watching everyone converse with a bored look on his face.

"What does that have to do with anything?! Aren't you some sort of angel?!"

She let out a laugh and walked over to Nightmare, tilting her head.

"Where is Under now?"

Ghosty seemed impatient.

"Yo! Are you guys actually going to shut up so I can hear them?!" Came XChara, glaring at the two other ghosts.

"My apologies."

She turned to Ghosty and smiled softly.

"She's in the living room watching SpongeBob." He replied, glancing at Dust, who was staring at his own ghost with a confused look.

"That's good. Can you interact with anyone other than your Sans?"

He shook his head.

"Can you please tell your Sans to make the meeting downstairs?"

He blinked and made a shrugging motion.

"Why don't you do it?"

"No one needs to know of my existence."

He sighed and floated over to Dust, whispering to his 'brother'.

Nova turned to Nightmare, flapping her wings and making a little breeze, making the dark skeleton shiver.

She started whispering to no one in particular, but she knew everyone could hear it.

A perk and a curse of being a helping angel.

Soon enough, Dust stood up and told everyone they should go downstairs, to which most people disagreed with.

"Can I leave now?" Asked Nightmare.

Dream seemed irritated but nodded as he proposed another idea.

Nightmare got up and teleported to the living room, Nova flying after him.

"Hello, Nightmare."

THe said skeleton shivered at the emptiness of her voice as she turned around, the black part of it showing no emotion and no will to do anything as SpongeBob started squeaking his shoes again.

"Hello... Under."

"What troubles you."

Nightmare sat next to her on the couch and turned to face her, just as she was doing to him.

"What the hell is wrong with you?"

"Nothing, Nightmare."

He growled and got up, pulling Under up with him.

"I know something is up, UNDER. I have known you for about a quarter of my miserable life and right now you'd be on crack or something. SOMETHING. IS. WRONG."

She blinked, expression blank.

"Why are you so enraged? I am only speaking the truth."

Nightmare was angry, extremely angry, but a twinge of sadness struck his heart.

It wasn't because Under was being a total bitch right now, but because he knew it was true. He knew Under was telling the truth and sensed no lies coming from her.

"Can I see your soul?"

"I'd rather you not. It isn't a pretty spectacle."

He did it anyway.

No response from Under.

The soul was beating a normal amount, and cracks and black liquid was filling some parts of it. The same slash that had her left eye sealed shut was on the soul, and was starting to bleed a bright white.

The soul itself was a dark blue.

Integrity.

"Why is it bleeding profusely like that?"

Nightmare knew.

He didn't like it.

"Do you feel anything right now?"

"I do not understand what you are implying, Nightmare."

He realized something.

She spoke in a formal tone, and not once did she call him Night, goopy, Nighty, nothing like that.

It was as if she didn't care.

He only knew of one thing that would make her feel something.

Maybe anger, maybe surprise.

Hopefully something.

God, please, be something.

He grabbed her wrist and tugged her forward, teeth clanking onto lips.

Her eyes widened, and the dull eyes started filling up with red tears.

She hit his chest and pushed him back, anger visible on her face.

"THE HELL NIGHTMARE."

He smiled softly, putting his hands up.

"WHY ARE YOU HAPPY?!"

he just laughed and said, "Because I got you back."

She blinked, confusion written in permanent marker all over her face.

That relieved Nightmare more than anything, and he hugged her tightly, her freaking out for a second before relaxing, and smiling softly.

"You dumbass. You're gonna have to explain the hell you just did."