Ghost Stories (A Sanscest Story)

A Tired Dragon

Killer shifted quietly in his sleep, twitching. Dream took notice almost immediately before moving to pull a blanket over him and make sure he was comfortable. They were in Dream's room. Dust was knelt next to him, studying the other. His fingers clicked together quietly.

"It's really him, huh?" Dust said after a moment. Dream glanced over at him before nodding. He heard Dust let out a quiet sigh. He sounded... relieved? Dream was a little surprise before Dust stood up next to him, giving a weak chuckle. "Always the troublemaker, this guy..."

At the end of the bed, Horror paused, his hand outstretched towards Killer's new tail, it hanging over the bed. He seemed to be listening to something, but his eye was clearly fixed on the tail.

A tentacle wrapped around his waist and he squeaked as he was pulled back. Nightmare glanced back at him before continuing his quiet conversation with Cross. His tentacle set Horror down on the floor, away from Killer's tail, where he huffed quietly. His red-stained fingers aimlessly tapped the ground.

Despite his agitated state, Horror actually seemed a bit relieved as well. He sighed quietly. Dream turned his attention back to Killer, stretching out his hand and stroking his cheek. Killer seemed to shift his head so he was breathing softly into Dream's palm and he felt his SOUL melt a little.

"Don't start crying again." Dust mumbled all of sudden. "You've done enough of that the last two days to last you a good few years." Dream glanced over and indeed, Dust did seem to be speaking to him. The other's twitchy eyes settled on him and Dream nodded, saying that he would try not to.

Dust seemed satisfied with that and turned away, twitching as he began to mutter to an unseen presence once again. Dream's phone vibrated and he jumped.

HOLY SHIT HES REALLY BACK ?!

Dream felt a smile creep across his face and he laughed a little. Ink had always been a fan of capital letters. He used them to emphasize when he was excited or shocked. He began to text back.

Yeah hes back

He sent it and, no sooner had he done so, his phone vibrated again. This time, it was from Blue.

OMG that's amazing ! !

Dream continued to smile softly. He'd sent both of them the picture of Killer and explained what had happened best he could. Before he could respond to Dream, he got another text from Ink.

He sighed, rolling his eyes, before beginning to text back an entire paragraph on why it was probably not a good idea to touch Killer's tail as soon as Ink saw it.

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Nightmare glanced back at Dream. His positive aura was almost overwhelming. If anything, it seemed stronger than it had ever been. He allowed himself a soft sigh of relief before turning back to look at Cross. He paused. Cross was staring at him with a bit of amusement.

Nightmare blinked. "What's funny?" He asked, his tentacles flicking a little. Cross took notice of them and stretched out a hand. One of Nightmare's tentacles immediately met it, curling between his fingers. Cross smiled.

"You care. About all of them." Cross answered quietly. Nightmare was quietly taken back before scowling. He began to scoff and protest, but Cross' relaxed, amused gaze made him falter. Nightmare stared back before sighing and lowering his gaze.

"And is it so bad if I do?" He asked, scoffing a little at Cross. "Does it bother you that I'm not just looking at you, Cross?" Cross' eyes glowed at the teasing tone and he leaned forward, making Nightmare falter again, his tentacles waving. A slight heat spread across his face.