Ghost Stories (A Sanscest Story)

A Deadly Disconnect

Dream was huddled next to the wall, where everyone else had retreated. He could hear Nightmare grappling with Shattered. He felt numb. Dull. He blinked and realized someone was shaking his shoulders. He looked up slowly, tears running down his face.

Cross furrowed his brow. "Dream?" He asked uncertainly. Dust and Horror were behind him. Dream held Killer's damaged SOUL in his hands. It glowed weakly. Killer had dusted almost immediately, his eyes wide. The house shook.

"H-He didn't even get to say goodbye." Dream whispered. Cross seemed taken back as he looked down at the damaged target SOUL. It was flickering wildly. Giving out. They all watched as it seemed to be taken from Dream's hands by an invisible force. It broke in half and faded. Dream let out a shaky exhale.

He remembered those small talks he would have with Killer. "You don't always got to be positive and shit. It's just like that sometimes. Feel how you wanna feel." Killer had told him. And Dream blinked. Killer was right. He didn't feel positive.

They all jumped as Nightmare was thrown past them with enough force to splatter him against the wall, the goop stretching far enough for his passive form to be seen. It snapped back and he slid to the ground, glowing blue liquid trickling out from his mouth. The wall had cracked in a little.

Cross immediately left Dream and they could hear Shattered approaching. Nightmare must've had injured him because his footsteps were heavy and uneven. Dream stood up, his bow forming in his hands. Horror and Dust's attention moved to him  and they both shook their heads.

"I'll deal with it, Dream." Dust said quickly. It would make sense for him to, being one of the strongest. But Dream wasn't having it. He was shaking, but he knew the second he nocked that arrow, the shaking would stop.

"He didn't get to say goodbye." Dream hissed out through his tears as an arrow formed in his hands. He nocked it and stepped out, the arrow drawn and inches away from Shattered's head. Shattered gave a haunting grin after what seemed like a moment of surprise. Dream stared back.

He let the arrow fly and it cracked through Shattered's skull, sending pieces everywhere. The darkness was knocked back, screeching as his tentacles lashed wildly. Dream was well aware he would be killing Sci. He didn't care.

He nocked another arrow and moved out from behind the corner. His positive aura, for the moment, was gone.

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Cross glanced back. He was tending to Nightmare. No matter how angry Dream was, Shattered would eventually overpower him. He would overpower all of them. He ran through the options in his mind before scowling. He stood up and formed a red blade. Horror and Dust's attention turned to him. "Horror, I apologize in advance, but I need to call in a favor."

Horror seemed confused. Cross ducked around the corner and found a blank wall. He began carving quickly, every line fresh in his mind. He drew back from the design. It was similar to a pentagram, but not quite. What were the words? What were the words?

Got it. He stabbed the knife into the center of the design and it lit up bright red. Cross backed up, getting out of the way. "Lusus naturae!" He barked out. He immediately ran forward and grabbed Dream, diving out of the way as something came crashing out of the design.

The thing hit Shattered first, smashing the other into another wall. They all peered around. Cross glanced over and he could tell that Horror already knew what it was. The broken skeleton was pale and shaking.

Dust seemed shocked too. "How?" He whispered out. Cross blinked in confusion. He became distracted by Chara's warning snarl and rolled out of the way with Dream as a spindly white leg splintered into the ground where they had just been.