Curse Of Reality [A Sanscest Story]

Chapter One - Urge To Kill

The snow crunched under his feet as he continued to walk further into the forest. His mind crowded with voices telling him, begging him, to kill. A ghost appeared next to him, "kill the monster brother, the EXP will do you well." He growled at the ghost but listened. He hid behind a tree and watched as two monsters cheerfully talked to each other. A smirk formed on his face, the ghost scoffed, "how disgusting, kill them."

A bone appeared in his hand as he stepped away from the shadows. The monsters noticed him and immediately cowered in fear. He sighed, "oh come on, don't you want to have a little fun?" One of the monsters tried to run, bones appeared and pinned them to a tree. He reached out and grabbed the other monster's shirt, "bye bye~"

Before they could scream a bone was forced into their chest piercing through their soul. Blood spewed from their mouth as they shakingly begged for mercy. Soon enough they were a pile of dust. The monster that was still pinned to the tree wriggled around, "p-please! I-I'll do a-anything! J-just don't k-kill me!"

He scoffed and faced the monster, "sorry kid, but I don't give mercy." The monster screamed as they met the same fate as their friend. He stared around watching as the dust was carried away by the wind. The ghost snickered, "good job brother." He sighed and stared at the ghost, "I told you to call me by my name." The ghost smirked, "you mean that silly nickname Dust?"

"Dust- DUST!"

Dust shot up and a few bones flew towards the doorway. A figure ducked, "holy shit Dust, calm down." Dust looked to see Killer standing in the doorway flipping a knife. Dust scoffed, "what are you doing in my room!?" Killer snickered, "waking your sorry ass up duh." Dust growled and threw a pillow at Killer who dodged it.

Killer sighed and slipped the knife into his pocket, "are you going to get out of bed or just sit here until Cross comes and forces you out?" Dust frowned and threw his legs over the side of the bed before standing up. He stretched his arms out and yawned, "I'm up. What now?" Killer snickered, "we cook breakfast, you know how Horror gets when his food isn't time."

Dust scoffed, "I couldn't give a damn about Horror..." Killer slapped the back of Dust's skull, "don't talk like that! Now get your ass downstairs! I mean it!"

Dust waved him off and trudged out of his room towards the staircase. He yawned again before slowly making his way down the stairs. By the time he made it to the little kitchen they had Killer was already there turning the stove on. Killer smiled at him, "what? You think I'm too lazy to teleport?"

Dust rolled his eyelights and began to twitch. Killer sighed, "calm down geez....can't take a joke can ya?" Dust shot him a glare and leaned against the counter not planning on helping Killer.

He was soon hit in the face by something cold. He slowly peeled a pack of bacon off of his face and began to twitch more. Dust's magic flared up as he yelled at Killer, "WHAT THE HELL WAS THAT FOR!? YOU DUMBASS! WAIT UNTIL IM FUCKING DONE WITH YO-" A knife flew past the two of them and stuck into one of the cabinets.

A monochrome skeleton leaned against the doorway with his arms crossed and a deadpan expression, "shut the fuck up. You two are going to get us all killed." Killer shrugged, "I was just handing him bacon cow imposter." The skeleton was soon infront of Killer holding him by the collar of his shirt, "watch your tone Killer! You might just end up dead if you keep this up!" Killer chuckled, "alright, alright. Got it Cross. You can let me go now."

Cross let go of Killer and walked over to the cabinet where his knife was. Killer inched over to Dust and whispered to him, "talk about an attitude! It's worse than Nightmare's!" Cross shot Killer a glare as he pulled out the knife, "I can hear you!" Killer put his hands up in the air, "okay! I'll stop now!" Cross narrowed his eyelights and stomped out of the kitchen.

Killer exhaled with relief, "welp he's gone now..." Dust frowned and crossed his arms, "he's got some nerve." Killer put a hand on Dust's shoulder, "hey don't blame him! He got stuck with us of course he's that way!" Killer waited for a response from Dust but took the pack of bacon and walked back over the oven once he realized he wasn't getting one.

Killer sighed while watching the bacon sizzle on the pan. Dust paid no attention and continued to stare at the floor ignoring the taunts by the ghost who was now floating near his skull. The ghost growled, "listen to me you idiot! Kill him!" "Shut the fuck up and leave me alone!" Dust hissed back in a low tone. Killer looked over at him, a smirk tightly drawn across his face, "are you talking to your imaginary friend again Dust? Y'know that's becoming a serious problem! Soon enough you'll be as crazy as Cross!"

Cross suddenly appeared in the doorway his expression not so nice. Killer gulped, "I just fucked up. Dust kill me please." Dust rolled his eyelights, "hell no you can suffer!" Cross sighed, "Horror will be the one to kill you if you burn the food." Killer quickly turned off the eye he had set the pan on before looking back at Cross, "I wasn't about to burn the food! Look for yourself!"

Cross eyed Killer as he walked over to the stove. He quickly glanced down then looked back at Killer, "it looks burnt to me." Killer huffed, "you always say that! Stop messing with me!" Cross shrugged, "whatever but Nightmare's up so have it ready."

Killer scoffed as Cross walked out of the kitchen, "ooh no! Nightmare's up I'm soo terrified!" Killer opened a cabinet and took out several plates. He then looked back at Dust and held them out towards him, "take these and put them on the tabl- actually just take them to the living room." Dust frowned and took the plates from Killer rather harshly. He then trudged out of the kitchen into the living room.

The living room looked to be well kept the only thing out of place was the single book that sat in the mauve armchair. Dust ignored it and placed the plates on the tea table. Killer soon followed with a two styrofoam plates that held the bacon and a few pieces of toast that had been lathered with butter.

Killer set the two down and smiled, "well I think we did a pretty good job don't you think partner?" Dust ignored him and sat on the floor next to the television.

There was a loud thump and soon a skeleton walked into the room digging at a gashing hole in their skull. Behind them they dragged an axe, the blade covered in dried blood that would scrap away as it made contact with the floor. The skeleton plopped down on one of the couches and looked at the food hungrily. They reached a boney hand out towards a plate that was soon slapped away by Cross who had just entered. They squeaked and drew their hand back. Cross huffed as they started to rub their hand, "it was your fault Horror. Dont look at me like that you deserved it!"

Horror's glare didn't leave Cross until another skeleton entered the room. He immediately shrunk back and hid his 'injured' hand behind him. Cross toyed with his scarf not paying attention. Killer crossed his arms and backed against the wall an angry expression could clearly be seen from him.

The skeleton silently moved to the mauve chair. Four tentacles covered in a black substance waved in a glossy movement behind him. As he sat down the room became more gloomy causing everyone to become uncomfortable. Nightmare was finally there and he was more than ready to cause choas.