Impure Saint (MareNight)

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(Just so you guys know
I'm not an Drink shipper lol I don't ship Ink with anyone, this is purely for plot. Also don't worry about Error, he'll get his bae soon >:3)

A light giggle left Dream's throat as he turned his face away from his lover. "Ink! What are you doing?!" He squealed slightly as he felt a kiss place itself on his shoulder. 

"I'm kissing you Dreamy." Ink purred, peppering kisses on his neck with a playful smirk.

Dream laughed once again before shivering, felling a warm wet tongue brush against his sensitive bone. "I..Ink?"

A sudden wave of pain shot through the smaller and he let out a whimper, fangs sinking into his neck. His hands came up, gripping Ink's skull with a pitiful whine.

Ink pulled back with a lopsided smile, "Heh, sorry, I couldn't help myself."

Dream sighed softly and flicked the taller between the eyes, "G..Give me a warning next time dumb dumb."

Ink flinched at the flick but grinned, kissing the smaller. "I've got an idea, lets go to my place."

"Are you sure about that?"

"Of course!"

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Raaaaoooor...

Mare's mouth snapped shut after that long yawn, resting his head back down on Night's stomach as the skeleton continued to rub his ears almost expertly.

"Did you enjoy your nap?" Night giggled.

He fell asleep? That would explain why the sun is setting then. Did Night stay up during all this?

As if hearing his concerned thoughts, Night answered. "Yes, I stayed up."

Mare huffed, his body turning into a glob of black goop before taking shape of his actual form, a skeleton. "What do you mean you didn't sleep?"

Night jumped at the semi-harsh that Mare held, "I..I wasn't tired so I didn't sleep."

Mare sighed, sitting up lazily, even though he'd rather stay cuddled against Night. "You should sleep now then, the sun is going to set."

"I'm not tired."

A huff, "Fine."

Silence...

"Mare?"

"Yes?"

Night gulped down a random wave of fear, "You don't seem to like Ink, why's that?"

The taller skeleton growled, turning his head away. "The bastard has no sense of balance, all he does is create and create. Not only that but he's also a bastard; he lies, cheats, breaks promises and truces, he's not to be trusted! The only reason I ever put up with that shit stain was for Error, but that's clearly changed."

Night looked a little taken aback, "Wow... you really hate him."

"With every fiber of my being. Come on, there's gotta be someone you hate, how about we let out our anger?"

"Huh? How would we do that?"

"Follow my lead. Fuck..."

"F..Fuck..."

"Them."

"Them."

"Now yell it."

Night took a deep breath, "F..Fuck them!"

"Come on, you can do better than that."

Night nodded, a serious look washing over his features, "Fuck them!"

"That's it!" Mare grinned brightly.

"I..I guess that did help... it felt good to say."

"A lot of things can feel good to say, Night." Mare hummed.

"Like.... owo?"

"Where the fuck did you hear that?"

"I saw it on the library computer, what's it mean?"

"No, too many war flashbacks."

"Are you okay?" Night's voice held genuine worry.

Mare's voice cracked, "Fucking big chungus."

"Big what-?"

"You don't wanna know."

"No you caught my attention, tell me before I reminisce about the time you ate a worm."

"Fine!"

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"Hey... you're not looking so good today Error." Cross spoke almost silently, eyes glancing over Error carefully,

"I got rejected by fucking paint for brains! Of course I'm not looking great Cross." Error snarled, not meaning to sound so cruel.

Cross shook his head, "Why care so much about Ink? He's a bastard isn't he? And besides you've got that other guy who's been trying to go out with you for months now."

Error sighed roughly, "Now that I think about it... it my just be physical attraction. And that guy has a name you know."

"Oh yeah?" Cross glared challengingly, "What is it then?"

Error crossed his arms with a glare, "His name is Reaper."

"Ooo~ A spooky god of death." Cross chuckled playfully, waving his hands in a mocking manner.

Error rolled his eyes, "How's your relationship with Epic?"

Cross wheezed and held back a sob, "He threw a condom at my face last night and told me to talk memey to him."

"So fucking horrific then? Good to know." Error snorted.

"Why the hell are you two up at 3:47 in the morning?" A new voice chimed in, yawning softly.

"Please Dust," Cross rolled his eyes, "it doesn't matter what time we get up, sun never rises here."

Error nodded in agreement, "Besides, Nightmare doesn't wake up until like noon."

Cross huffed, "Why do you get the privilege to call him by name?"

"Oh I don't know, maybe it's because I'm his god damned friend?" Error huffed sassily.

"Speaking of Ni- I mean Boss," Dust spoke up, "shouldn't he be back by now? It's been what- almost two weeks?"

"One and a half." Cross chimed in.

"He should still be back by now." Dust hummed.

"Maybe he just caught up in something," Error rolled his eyes, "maybe he finally found someone willing to put up with him."

Cross snorted and laughed, "I feel sorry for whoever does!"

Dust chuckled brightly, "Yep, they'd have to deal with the disaster parade themselves."

"Heard you bitches were talkin' shit." The familiar echoing voice grinned. Dust nearly chocked and Cross jumped and fell out of his chair.

"Dear fucking Christ! Don't do that you octopi bastard!" Error hissed as he attempted to calm his glitching.

"Yeah yeah, shut up and keep your voice down. He's trying to sleep." (Night)Mare rolled his eyes, gesturing to the small sleeping skeleton held up tightly in Mare's tendrils.

"Wh- Holy shit did you kidnap someone?" Dust wheezed.

"No? How fucking stupid can your morons be? He came here willingly after I gave him a lesson on meme history. He wants to meet Epic now by the way."

Error sighed and shook his head. "Fucking hell!"

(Hahaha! I need sleep-)