One-shots [Reqs: 5]

Mister Dream's Visit

Nightmare shoved Crescent away from his desk, prying his pen from the child's small hands. The eight-year-old screeched, grabbing at the pen, tears welling in his eyes. "NOoOOO!! Give it back!!!" Nightmare grit his teeth to keep from throwing his son across the room. Killer had gotten mad last time.

"Shut up, and go to your room! I'm too busy to deal with this shit!" Crescent went quiet immediately, eyes wide and mouth open. He pointed at Nightmare, eyelights bright and accusing as he shouted, "Mare said a bad word!!!"

Nightmare hissed, pushing Crescent back again, "Shut up! I told you to leave!" Crescent giggled, stepping away and running off. "Shit! Shit! Mare said shit!!" The boy continued to chant as he ran through the castle hallways. He ran until he crashed into someone. Crescent gave a loud "oof!", wobbling back and falling onto his behind. He smiled at the new person, hopping to his feet. "Hello! Who're you?" The new person smiled back, crouching and patting Crescent's head. "Hello, child. I'm Dream." Crescent blinked and pointed at him, "You're Mare's bro!" Dream tilted his head, confused, "Yes, I am. How'd you know that? And 'Mare'? Who are you?" Crescent grabbed Dream's hand, "Follow me!"

Dream yelped, stumbling after the child as the boy started running back the way he came. He picked up on his chant, to let Nightmare know he was coming back. Dream cried out at this, his eyes wide as Crescent shouted the curse word. "Shit! Shit! Mare! I'm bringing you someone! Shit!" A door slammed somewhere. Dream tripped, startled, when the boy stopped running. He'd brought Dream to Nightmare's study.

Crescent knocked vigourously, tugging on the door handle as he called, "Mare! Mare! I brought Dream!" There was a shouted cursing, and Crescent's eyes grew large and round as he sofly repeated the words. "Fuck off... Fuck off!" He cackled, pulling harder on the door. "Fuck off! Shit! Motherfucker!" Dream covered his mouth, his own eyes wide with horrified shock. He knelt, tapping on Crescent's shoulder. The child spun around, "Yeah?" Dream was frowning. "You can't say those words."

"But why not? Mare says them all the time, and I like saying them!" Dream shook his head, "But you're a kid, and he's grown up. You can't curse like that." Crescent pouted, puffing his chest out, "I'm grown up! I can say bad words like kingmare!" He slapped his hands over his mouth, blinking rapidly. He dropped them after a moment, restating himself. "I can say bad words like Mare! See look!" He sucked in a huge breath, and shouted as loud as he could, "MOTHERFUCKER!! SHIT!! FUCK!! BITCH! CUNT!!" Dream yelled in dismay, "Okay! Okay, you're grown up, but stop saying those words." Crescent beamed, and skipped back to the door.

He tried the door handle, finding that it was still locked. He huffed, upset, before he jumped and beamed. "Mister, do you have some pins? Like the ones for making hats?" Dream shrugged, "No, but I can make some." His magic lit up, and he passed the newly made knitting needles to Crescent. "Thank you!" Dream sighed. At least he had manners. Crescent hummed to no particular song, jamming the needles into the doorlock. Dream's jaw dropped when, a minutes later, Crescent tossed the needles back and opened the door. "Come on!" Dream didn't move when he was pulled, only staring at the child in shock. "Mister Dream?"

Dream threw his hands over his head, his eyes wide. "Where did you learn to pick a lock from?! You are eight years old."