Ghost Stories (A Sanscest Story)

A Horrible Creature

Today was Horror's day. Dream had no idea what he would do, but he knew one thing. He was going to be sick again. Nightmare had, very fiercely, insisted that he didn't go to school. Despite Dream's protests, the others had all agreed. Killer had also stayed behind with Dream. Miss school two days in a row? Count him in.

Dream sat on the living room couch with a plastic container in his hands. He trembled. He could already feel Sci's dread from wherever he was in the city. It crept into his bones and made him tremble. "Dream?" Killer came down the stairs, a blanket in his arms. His SOUL was an inverted heart once again and his eyelights shone brightly.

Dream looked up weakly. "I heard you getting sick was my fault and I just w-" Dream cut him off, raising a hand and whispering that it was okay. He hated this feeling. It was horrifying, dreadful anxiety. Dream recalled the feeling. He'd felt it himself often.

It always made him cripplingly sick. He gagged and Killer got up, gently leaning Dream over the container as he was sick. Dream panted, tears in his eyes. He hated it. He hated this. If he was like this from just anxiety, how bad was it going to be when Horror actually did something??

The thought terrified him. He let out a whimper and Killer sat next to him on the couch. He reached out and Dream felt one hand on his back and one on his chest. Killer whispered for Dream to focus on him and Dream weakly did.

Killer pulled him close, soothing magic pulses coming from both of his hands. They soothed Dream's churning SOUL and he relaxed against Killer, shaking a little. "Horror told me what he planned today..." Before Dream could stop him, Killer continued. "He isn't going to do anything."

Dream stopped, looking up at Killer in weak confusion. Killer sighed. "Bastard's smarter than he looks. He's just gonna let Sci drown in anxiety and dread before he has to deal with Dust tomorrow." Dream stared at him. He was shocked and Killer nodded. "Yeah... we didn't expect it either... And I thought what I did was twisted..."

That was twisted. So he would have to deal with this feeling ALL DAY?? Dream trembled and buried his face into Killer's shoulder. Killer blinked. He gently laid Dream down on the couch. The other was in a yellow T-Shirt and a pair of Killer's shorts. Killer tucked a pillow under his head and went to go get him something else to throw up in.

Dream trembled, clasping his hands over his midsection. Today was going to be a long day.

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Horror, that is just cruel. Lust scolded quietly, drifting over the other. Horror glanced up at him for a moment, twitching his him finger as he sat in class. He tapped his paper and Lust drifted down to look.

Would ya rather me hurt em

He scrawled the question quietly and whispered it under his breath. It was slightly muffled by his muzzle, but Lust seemed to hear him just fine. Lust paused to study the words so he could remember them before blinking. Well, no, I suppose. He said uncertainly.

A slow grin crept across Horror's face. He knew what he was doing. "Then I do nothing." He murmured softly. Lust drifted around nervously and Horror resigned himself to watching Lust. He loved how graceful the other was. It soothed him.

Lust seemed to notice and gave an awkward little smile, a slight purple blush across his face. Oh, Horror loved him.

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Error glared from the back of the classroom. For fuck's sake, he'd already learned this shit. He sighed and glitched quietly. They'd outfitted him with seven magic restraints, all of which, Cross had immediately taken off of him. Error wasn't having that bullshit.