You've Convinced Me

Chapter 10: Apple Bunnies

Fucking stupid, was what it was.

This whole mess. Why the hell should he even care? Just let that dumbass coop up in his room and sob for all he wants. It wasn't like what he said had been untrue.

He wasn't the one in the wrong here.

Nightmare glared at the book he was supposed to be reading. Eye obviously not focusing on anything but the rage in his mind.

He definitely did not pay any notice to the miserable display of democracy over the rights to choose the channel to watch. Surely there could be no democracy if there were only two people, and the aforementioned two were snatching at the remote, declaring one's opinions be superior to the other.

It was all background noise to him, sooner or later the issue would be resolved. Even if during the resolution, the remote would find itself smashed across the room, slam dunked through the floor, and shattered into tiny shards. It would become petty button tapping on the side of the television... how stupid.

He could feel the dip of the couch as an added weight joined the rest on the single tiny space. Dust had returned to hide under his blanket. They were all squeezed together in that one couch, which was just the right size. But if personal space was something to be valued, then the answer could only be absolutely fucking not.

Perhaps he should have gone for a bigger one. No, he definitely should have, there should be no modesty in such things, he was already commiting a crime. He'd have to rectify his mistake in given time. Now he just wanted to focus on his book and not think about Dream.

But that was proving to be diffcult, especially when even Dust seemed to care more about Dream than him. Dust, going out of his way... to get Dream some food? What the fuck.

Leaving Dust with Dream might not have been the best idea after all. Or any of them for that matter. With how his brother so easily sways others over, it was no wonder as to why he had told all of them not to talk to him while he had been imprisoned. But he hadn't bothered with a follow up. Dream was doing a well enough job of that himself.

But the fact still remained that he had left Dust with Dream for one freaking moment, and that happened. It certainly also didn't explain why Killer had become more clingy as of late, and wouldn't leave Dust alone.

Did not getting to murder for an entire month make their mind mushy? What was he even doing anymore?

No. He. Needed. To. Keep. His. Attention. On. The. Book.

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Dream was nervous. It was only natural, as he was alone in this. If he hadn't been assured of the fact that he would likely not get killed here, he would never have taken one step out of that room through that door.

He would have leapt out of that window and ran so far away they wouldn't know where to find him. Even if the foliage of trees stretched endlessly far beyond, there could be no stopping. He would be spared from getting killed, but continue to be trapped in the same universe and risk never being found by anyone else.

He wasn't that desperate yet. They weren't throwing themselves at him and drawing their weapons to rip at him at every encounter, which was more than he could ask for.

Keeping his steps light, he approached the living room. It was usually the most brightly lit place of the entire castle, but at the moment it was dark. The fire place was actually lit up for once. The orange flames burned, but the light from it wasn't too bright. The only other light source was the television. It was on, images running through the screen. Dream saw all four of them huddled lazily on one very crowded couch. He could feel the squeeze from where he stood. They did have two sofas before, so it was understandable how one wouldn't be enough now.