Ghost Stories (A Sanscest Story)

A Somber Intruder

Killer shuffled as he felt something brush his cheek. He furrowed his brow. Those bony fingers... His eyes shot open and he pulled out the knife he'd been hiding.

He stopped as Dream stared back at him. Normally, he would have lowered the knife immediately upon seeing Dream's face. He had the point pressed to his throat.

But this time he didn't. Something felt off. Normally, Dream would shriek or try to scold him whenever Killer pulled a knife on him. Right now, Dream was just studying it with a hint of pain and nostalgia in his eyes. "KNIFE instincts you got there." Dream stated, a soft scoff escaping him. Immediately, Killer furrowed his brow.

"Dream... doesn't do puns. Not like that." Killer muttered. He pressed the blade closer to Dream's throat and Dream held up his hands.

"I doubt you'd remember, Kills. It's been a while since we've seen each other." Dream spoke in a voice that was certainly not his own. His eyelights had become plain white, which was startling on Dream's body. What was even more startling was the nickname and the voice.

It sounded weary and deeper than Dream's. Killer blinked. There was no way. There was no fucking way... "Dream" gave him a soft, crooked grin. "You're my sun... and I'm your planets-"

"I'll always gravitate towards you." Killer finished, lowering the knife in shock. He stared at the other for a moment before speaking in a shaking voice. "Outer?" His eyes were wide and held the white rings, his target SOUL quivering in its heart shape.

Outer grinned wearily at him in Dream's body. "You know I couldn't just leave without seeing if you were alright..." His gaze darkened and he sighed. "Even if it was you who ended my life." He rubbed his arm. "I was waiting outside... I think one of your friends saw me..." What? Killer furrowed his brow.

"They... saw you?" He asked in confusion. Them speaking like this, through Dream's body meant that Outer was dead. As if Killer didn't know that already. Outer furrowed his brow and nodded.

"The... the one with the monochrome look." Outer tried to explain. "He... kind of looks like an Oreo." Oh! Killer blinked in surprise.

"Cross saw you??" He asked in shock. Cross could see ghosts?? Outer gave a quiet nod.

"He had another spirit with him. They were the reason I did not dare to come close. They were a human that looked deranged and feral. They twitched and snarled at me." Outer sounded shaken by it. Killer was taken back.

He'd heard this kind of story before. A monster with half a human SOUL. Where had he heard that before? It had been some old urban legend? What had been the monster's name?

He jumped as Outer exhaled shakily. "Sorry... it is difficult for me to remain like this." Oh. Just for moment, he'd forgotten that he wasn't REALLY talking to Outer. Just his ghost. Killer remembered full well what had happened to Outer.

He felt a shaking chill. He'd acted out. And Outer had caught the full brunt of it. He'd payed dearly. He'd allowed the murder in his SOUL to take over and it had taken Outer from him. Killer hadn't known if he would ever recover. This had happened with every one of his former lovers.

Killer trembled and dropped the knife. Outer stared at him before giving a quiet sigh. "It's alright, Kills. Just wanted to see you again. Color was here earlier too." At Color's name, Killer's eyes widened and he looked up, red tears threatening to spill over. "Just cry, Kills. I'd know that face anywhere."

Killer coughed, turning his head to the side. God, he fucking hated crying in front of others. Color? He had been here?? He missed Color more than any of his other lovers. But he felt a stab of pain. He had someone now. Someone that could take away that aching feeling of grief.