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aesterblaster · 6 months ago

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Sleepin Demons

How Blue Lock characters wake up from nightmares/How you can comfort them [Gender neutral reader]

Tropes: Reverse Comfort, Fluff/Angst, Established Relationship, and general warnings for some gore and mentions of flashbacks along with implied sexual harassment

Characters: Almost All Of Them Lol

Songs: Insecure - Bren Joy // Coffee for Dinner - Orion Sun // Broken Clocks - SZA

The Silent Type + Actual Memories

It's the same one again. He's right back where he started. Unloved, unknown, left out of everything. The pangs of hunger run through him like a freight train as he desperately runs from room to room in his childhood home...But there's no nourishment. Someone calls his name but all he feels is fear at being recognized, he cowers as a figure rounds the corner and says his name again. "You think you could get away from me? Huh?" It could be anyone, a parent, someone he used to owe money to, an old abusive coach, all he knows is what comes next is going to hurt. "Are you fucking crying? You're so pathetic, soon everyone else will see that just like I always have!" The floor begins to sag and give way, everything creases in on itself. His brain feels like it's going to explode.

When he wakes up- his brain still feels as if it's too big for his skull, pushing against the edges like it's trying to find its way out. But he doesn't groan in pain, and he doesn't move. You're next to him after all, breathing softly. The moonlight grounds him, your hand against his side grounds him, he is safe now. The best thing you can do is stay asleep. He isn't ready to talk and admit that he's weak (or even worse...the fact that it is okay to be weak sometimes), not yet. For now he just snuggles against you and quietly brushes away any residual tears, thanking everything he believes in that he's here with you now.

Kaiser, Hiori, Naruhaya, Noa, Lorenzo

The Silent Type + More Abstract Fears

Slow. Everything was moving so fucking slow around him. His body was falling apart. Every sinew, every cell, every fucking atom of his being was breaking down and there was nothing he could do to stop it. Was this what he was truly destined for, dust to dust? Strangely enough, it didn't hurt, everything was calm. He was dying, so what? Every star burns out. And then, as sharp as a clap of thunder, the pain arrived. In his heart, not his body. Images of friends, family, trophies, all the things he hadn't done yet and you surged through his head. No, he couldn't die, not yet! He gripped his arm, but it was already turning to dust. Irrelevant and forgotten.

He's almost surprised when he wakes up, remembers that that would be impossible. Wants to scoff at himself for being afraid of something that could never happen. But the truth is, he is going to die someday, no matter how big of a star he is. He watches you twitch in your sleep, obviously disturbed by how he jerked awake, and curls his arms around you. He presses his face to the top of your head and breathes you in, silently begging you to drift back into a deeper sleep. He just needs to savor every moment with you and stop worrying, he tells himself.

Snuffy, Nagi, Ego, Aryu, Reo, Kuon, Chris, Jin

Wakes Up Screaming + Needs Reassurance

Why was this happening? You were in his arms, covered in blood, he was covered in blood; It was everywhere. The cheering from the fans turned into screaming, that's when he should've stopped and had the damn sense to look around. Instead, he kept running and dribbling down the field, confused why nobody was stopping him. He didn't see you falling from the stands until you were right in front of him. Your arm twisted first, then your neck, the rest of you followed. Why was this happening? "No, no, no, no...(Y/N). Get help! What the fuck are you all standing around for?!" He took off his jersey and tried to stop the bleeding but it wasn't enough, you were already going cold. He was powerless.

"I said get help-!!" he roared. "Oh..oh fuck." He suddenly wasn't holding your limp body anymore, he was in his- your room. The smell of blood disappeared. He glanced over and made eye contact with you. "Are you okay? You're shaking like a leaf!" "No..can you, can you just come here?" He crushes you in a bear hug as soon as you do. Even when he lets up, he opts to hold your hand instead. He makes you tell him about your day, because he got in late when you were already asleep. He tells you how much he loves you and recounts the day you two met just to stop his heart from bursting. "S-sorry I woke you up, I just- I needed that."

Ness, Niko, Aoshi, Sendo, Gagumaru, Igaguri, Kurona

Wakes Up Screaming + Needs Some Space

The first thing he notices is that he can't breathe. The second thing he notices is that he is in a hospital. "No, I don't think he will ever be able to speak or move again." a voice he doesn't recognize claims. Someone is choking him and he can't stop them. It's himself, rabid, foaming at the mouth. The doppelganger realizes he's been caught and tightens his grip. "That's right, that's what you fucking get for ignoring yourself. You don't even fucking eat enough and you want to be a star, huh? You keep betraying yourself." His neck is lifted from the cold pillow. "And betraying yourself!" It's slammed back down. He wants to tell him to stop, to say anything, but he can't.

He wakes up like he's been jolted back to life by electricity, doesn't even realize he's screaming. "Baby, baby you're okay! It's okay." He feels your hands around him and feels ashamed instead of relieved. What the fuck was that?! "Just go back to sleep, I'll be back." You open your mouth to argue but he shakes his head. "Please." This is nothing you can help him with, he needs to take care of himself and he knows it. Can't keep relying on others to pull him out. He takes a cold shower and comes back to bed hours later, slipping next to you. "I'm sorry I scared you." is all he says as his hands glide over your back. It's best if you just accept his apology, you'll never fully understand the war he's having with himself.

Chigiri, Kenyu, Kunigami, Kira, Sae, Barou

You Wake Him Up + It's Not Okay

Of course he knows this is a fucking dream, how could it not be? The overwhelming lights, the strange woman putting her hands on his chest. He knows exactly what this is about too. The paparazzi have gotten way too comfortable following both you and him around, they keep asking invasive questions and posting up outside of your house. The lack of privacy should be illegal. "You're famous now, you should like this you ungrateful piece of shit." a voice hisses in his ear as another pair of hands massages his shoulders. He tenses and struggles, but more hands appear, grabbing at his clothes. They tear pieces away from him with no remorse and something deep inside of him wishes it could end- Scratch that, every part of him wishes this would end, the violation, the rumors, the-

"Hey! Are you alright? I think..I think that you were having a nightmare." He gasps, so the feeling of hands on his chest were yours. Everything that was tensed relaxes, it was just you. That doesn't stop all his feelings from welling up along with tears. "Can you not touch me right now?" God, he wishes you wouldn't look at him like that. "Are you crying?" "No." He slips out of bed and checks the curtains, he can't shake the feeling of foreign hands on every part of him, not just his chest. Disgust curls and uncurls in his stomach. Why couldn't he just fight back on his own in his own damn head? "There's no one out there-" "How do you know!? Huh?" he demands, a whole lot louder than he meant to. "Fuck wait..I'm sorry. This week has just been a lot." You two end up having a long and needed talk that night.

Lavinho, Reo, Oliver, Rin, Raichi, Tabito

You Wake Him Up + It's Okay

He has been walking in circles for hours. Each loop, though, something changes. At first it was funny, (someone's head would balloon to an impossible size or a sign would read a curse word instead of an actual street name, for example) but now he was just tired. He couldn't sit down though or this burning pain would shoot through him...Just like in the real world, if he ever stopped shining, if he ever stopped moving forward, he'd get this feeling like he wasn't doing enough. Even on vacations there would be a gnawing sense that he was running from his rightful title. All he needed was the spotlight, even if it took so much fucking effort to get there. Practicing the same kicks over and over again, walking in circles, looking for what would excite him next-

"Please stop kicking me..." you groan and he wakes up instantly. Honestly, he didn't realize how terrifying his dream was until he's lucid. "Was I kicking you? Sorry... I just had the weirdest dream, it was like I kept walking in circles and I couldn't stop." "Maybe that's your brain telling you to take a break and stop treating my shin like a soccer ball." You two continue to make light of it and the more he talks about it with you, the more relaxed he gets. He's going to be just fine, especially with you by his side. "Mnh, good night." you finally whisper, cuddling up against him and tangling your leg with his in a final attempt to prevent any future attacks. "Good night." He watches you fall asleep with love in his eyes and wonders how a job obsessed weirdo like him managed to land someone as perfect as you.

Bachira, Loki, Isagi, Shidou, Nanase, Otoya, Zantetsu,

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gaylordscooter · 9 days ago

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In Too Deep

[warning for dissociation, references to self harm, and suicidal thoughts]

He woke up in an unfamiliar place, he should’ve been used to this by now. He kinda was, considering he didn't immediately summon any attacks.

Killer massaged his skull as he sat up on the couch he apparently fell asleep on. His eye socket still ached from having that parasite in it.

“you finally up again?” Hor—Sans asked.

get that through your head already.

“mhph” he hummed and nodded in a completely lucid manner.

He registered that Sans was back to wearing regular clothes as opposed to the “disguise”. Looking down at himself he realized he also was wearing his normal clothes—actually no, his shirt and jacket was normal but he was still wearing those red bell bottom jeans. Looks like whoever changed him didn't want to intrude on his personal space that much.

“geez, that thing did a number on you.” Sans absentmindedly scratched at his neck. “that ‘blue’ guy’s back. he's talked to me and dusk, individually. he's trying to sort out the living situation.”

“whaddya mean? dusk and i are living in the same apartment and you're living with your fellow monsters, what's there to sort out? unless the walking x did decide to kick us out.”

“no, we're not being kicked out. blue’ll explain, just go over to his room,” Sans said. He pointed to the hallway, “it's the door at the end.”

Right after he said that, Dusk walked in from the hall. His head quickly turned to Sans after he noticed Killer was awake.

“you're up,” he said. Something sounded off in his tone. Was he disappointed? Annoyed?

Or was Killer still groggy and just imagined it. “yup,” he pushed himself up from the couch and his vision definitely didn't get funky for a moment, “so, the nerd wants to talk to me?”

“that's what i meant.”

Oh, that was “you're up” as in “it's your turn” not as in “oh thank god you're okay i missed you”. Of course. Duh.

“cool.” He walked over to the hallway, while he passed Dusk he tried searching his expression for anything, but with his hoodie back on he couldn't even see his face. He swore he was mad at him or something…

He continued down the hall, pushing that feeling aside as he opened the door to Blue’s room.

Blue was seated on his bed, which was shaped like a damn rocket-ship, and held a clipboard in his hand with a pen in the other. He gave him a gentle smile when he walked in. “Hello! Take a seat.” He gestured to the shoddy stool situated in front of his bed.

Killer narrowed his sockets, “what is this?”

“I’ll just have a quick chat with you considering your future living circumstances. Sorry for the poor setup, I don't necessarily have an office.”

Killer scoffed and stayed standing. “why didn't you just do this in the living room?”

“I wanted there to be privacy for each of you.”

“privacy?”

“Just sit down already so I can explain,” Blue sighed.

Begrudgingly, Killer sat down. Only because he didn't want his vision getting wonky again from standing.

“Okay, so. You three have gone through a lot—”

“heh, sure.”

“—even more than being held captive by Nightmare. And obviously that can cause a lot of…baggage.”

Killer chuckled, “oh. oh, you're gonna try and play doctor, aren’tcha? gonna try to fix us?” He eyed the clipboard. “gonna take notes on us like we're mere lab rats?”

“That's not the reason I’m taking notes—and I’m not going to try to ‘fix’ you, I want to help.”

“well, you've already done that, haven't you? saved us from that awful party that your friend sent us to,” Killer spat.

Blue put the clipboard down behind him. “I didn't agree to that. I told him not to. It was out of my control.”

“of course it was.”

Blue went silent for a bit, fidgeting with his hands. His eyelights stayed on Killer at all times.

It took him a moment to think of what to say.

“If you don't want my help, I won't force you. We’ll just get onto discussing where you'll live and you can get on with your day.”

“i’m fine with that apartment, now let me leave.”

“That hotel room isn't necessarily meant as a place for long-term stay—”

“i don't care. i’m fine living there with dusk.” He stood up, ready to leave.

Blue squinted his eyes and his smile faltered. “Dusk said he wanted to move into a house,” he mumbled.

Killer huffed and walked over to the door. “fine, whatever. apartment, house, it doesn't matter.”

“alone.”

The room went silent once more.

Killer drew his hand away from the door knob and turned around. His ringed eyelights bore into the other skeleton. “what?”

Blue shrunk in on himself. “he said that…he wanted to live alone.”

“why?!” Killer couldn't help but yell.

He was scaring the other skeleton shitless, but he didn't really care about that right now. He needed an answer. Was that why Dusk was acting so cold to him earlier? Was he still mad at him from that argument they had?

Did he finally wake up and realize he was sick of—

“You two should discuss this with each other,” Blue said, voice loud enough to be heard through his thoughts. “I thought he would bring it up when you woke up.”

“he didn't tell me anything,” he muttered.

For the first time, Blue looked away from him. He was clueless on what to say. “Um, sorry…”

Killer left the room without another word. He quickly made his way back to the living room.

Dusk and Sans were sitting on the couch all casually as if everything was fine.

“what the fuck, dusk?” he snapped.

Attention was on him instantly.

Sans looked confused, while Dusk’s stupid face was covered by his stupid hood as always.

“you're just gonna leave me without a warning, huh?” His voice cracked as he spoke, much to his dismay.

Sans glanced at the two of them, and stood up from the couch. “i’m just gonna…yeah.” He fled the room.

“we're not exactly obligated to live with each other,” Dusk said. “we're not a married couple.”

How could he treat this like it was trivial?

“but i don't want you to leave! what the hell am i supposed to do alone?” He was panicking. He couldn't even control the words he was saying, let alone think of what he was saying.

“killer, i care about you—fuck—i love you, even,” Dusk admitted.

The sudden confession wasn't doing any wonders for calming Killer down. Now? Really? Now?!

“what the hell is your problem, then?” he managed to say.

“we need to spend some time apart,” he said.

Killer had to take a moment to breathe. He didn't even need oxygen, he just needed to calm down. As if breathing would even help.

Dusk stood up to approach him.

God dammit.

He hugged Killer.

God fucking dammit.

Automatically, Killer’s arms wrapped around his back, clinging onto him and never wanting to let go. “why do we need to spend time apart?” he croaked.

“we can't depend on each other all the time.”

“dust, please, i’ve already been alone for too long!”

Dusk moved his hands up to Killer’s shoulders to push him away so that they could look each other in the eye sockets.

Killer’s face was a mess. The rotten determination leaking from his sockets mixed with his tears which was smudged all over his face from the hug.

“i-i meant to say ‘dusk’, i’m sorry—”

“killer,” he said as gently as he could, which was hardly due to the lack of practice. “i’m not mad at you. i just need a break. we're in a new world, i can't just spend all my time locked up in a hotel room with you and you shouldn't either.”

“you're leaving me.”

“we're just not going to live together. we won't be that far away.”

“i don't understand! if you're not even mad then why do you need a break from me?”

“this isn't healthy, killer,” Dusk stressed.

Killer’s sockets widened at the ridiculousness of the statement. “when have we ever cared about that?”

“since i started caring about you,” Dusk countered.

Killer noticed he could see his eyelights from under his hood, but they weren't the usual colors. They were white.

Dusk’s hands mechanically drew away from him. “you're too clingy.”

The sentence was like a slap to the face. No, he's felt a slap to the face before, this was worse.

Dusk continued, “so i’m going to live on my own. you're not changing my mind.”

Yeah, it felt more like being stabbed through the soul.

Killer didn't respond, so the conversation ended there.

After a minute passed, Blue and Sans walked into the room. The timing felt too forced. He didn't doubt that they were listening. He couldn't bring himself to care.

He didn't know what to do now.

“hey,” someone said.

“are you…are you aware the other two have already left?”

He was in a room. He almost forgot that, somehow. He didn’t really feel like he was anywhere right now. “what?”

The person he was talking to seemed so blurry, all his surroundings did, now that he thought about it.

“aw geez,” Blue muttered. The other skeleton was completely out of it. Usually when Ink dissociates, he'd hold his hand to ground him, but he didn't know how Killer would react to that. He waved his hand in front of his eye sockets. “Killer? Do you know where you are right now?”

Killer turned his head towards him, but his lack of eyelights made it hard to tell if he was actually looking at him. “i—we're in your house, right?”

“We’re already back in your room,” Blue said gently.

He went quiet again.

“Hey, uh, do you want anything to eat? I don't think you've had food in a while.”

“yeah sure whatever,” he mumbled.

Yeah he totally wasn't listening.

He weighed his options. He could potentially grab Killer's hand and take him to a restaurant—no he's not gonna do that. He could…leave him here to get some food and then come back. He didn't really wanna leave him though.

Killer walked over to his bed to lie down.

He also kinda didn't want to stay either.

He couldn't believe he thought that this was that Killer. In hindsight, he should've known immediately that they were a different group. That Killer acted completely differently from this one. This one was, frankly, quite pitiful.

And pity he did.

“why are you still here?”

The sound of his voice made him flinch. He sighed, “I don't want you to be alone right now.”

Killer let out an empty chuckle, “why? what trouble could i possibly cause alone?”

Blue felt his soul drop at the first thing he imagined. He pushed that away. “Uh, I’m more concerned about your well-being than…any trouble you might cause.”

“sure.”

Yeah he wasn't leaving this guy alone. He reached for his phone to shoot a quick text to Ink and promptly put it away.

He walked over to the other bed. With no reaction from Killer, he decided to sit down on it.

Now that he was closer he could see how much messier Killer’s face had gotten. It looked like a squid attacked him. Sheesh, he didn't even know what that black liquid was but surely it wasn't a good thing to be leaking that much of it.

“you're stumped, aren't you?” he asked. “you don't know how to help me.”

Blue was surprised by the question. “Well, I can't exactly help someone who doesn't want it.” Getting him to cooperate would be the first step.

Killer propped himself up on his bed to lean his back against the headboard. He turned his tar-leaking head to Blue with a demented smile. “how would you go about it if i did?”

“I’d probably get you something to eat because you haven't eaten in, how many hours has it been already? About six.”

“gee, and here you are lazing about. i guess i’m gonna starve to death now because you didn't help.”

“You haven't asked for my help yet, silly,” Blue rolled his eyelights. “Anyway, I had someone else get you food.”

The door opened immediately after his sentence ended. Ink dramatically waltzed in holding a bag of takeout and handed it to Blue.

Killer didn't even have the time to complain about the sudden company before Ink winked, melted into a puddle and left.

Blue frowned and put the takeout down on the bed he was sitting on. “he left the door open, of course.” He walked over to shut the door and returned back to the bed to open the bag. “So! Have you ever had sushi before?”

Killer looked at Blue like he was insane. “what the hell is your deal?”

“It's just raw fish, you don't need to be so hung up about it.” Blue nonchalantly handed Killer a container of sushi rolls and chopsticks.

Much to Blue's relief, he accepted the sushi.

“I just got you some basic California rolls—right this is human food I forgot to mention. There isn't really any concerns about it health-wise but some monsters aren't prepared for the different feel of it—”

Killer was already putting a roll into his mouth. “it's fine, nightmare made us eat food from the surface. i’m used to it.”

“Oh.” Killer was actually contributing to the conversation, he needed to say more than that to keep it going. “Did you have any particular favorites?” He started eating his own sushi, they were dragon rolls, which sounded a lot cooler than they actually were. Oh well, they were still good.

Killer answered with a simple “no” before stuffing his mouth with more sushi.

That's fine, Blue could carry this conversation himself. “Seafood’s particularly been my favorite so far. Humans get so creative with it!”

Killer didn't respond. He just kept eating.

“It's kinda why I got us sushi, actually. I’ve been trying everything on the menu at this one place for the past few weeks.” He ate a few rolls himself. Maybe holding a conversation while they were eating wasn't the smartest way to go about it. It was a hassle to talk and eat.

Right as he thought that, Killer finished the last of his food. He put the chopsticks in the container and shoved it off the bed. He lied back down immediately.

The action kinda reminded him of a cat.

Blue put his leftovers back in the bag and got up to pick Killer’s discarded container off the ground. “I guess I’ll get going now.” He walked over to the door. “I can come back tomorrow morning if you’d like? I know going out to get food by yourself is…a less than ideal experience.”

Killer sighed and pinched his nasal bone. “you're annoyingly persistent. fine, do whatever you want.”

“It's a date, see you tomorrow!” Blue said cheerily before leaving. Immediately after closing the door he questioned why he said that. He could've said literally anything else. Or just omitted that first part. Whatever, hopefully Killer will ignore it. Dying of embarrassment is not on his to-do list.

With that guy gone, Killer could finally relax. Well, not necessarily relax but if he felt like throwing a few attacks around the room to let off some steam no one would get caught in the crossfire. No one he doesn't want to hurt, at least.

God, his face was a mess.

He felt like a mess too.

Maybe he should shower…

He just remembered, he doesn't have a change of clothes.

He used to have so many clothes. He recently obtained a lot, in fact.

He wished he could kill Nightmare. God he hated that thing. Why did he have to go and kidnap him? Why did he have to torture him and the others and then fool them for a moment into thinking they were safe?

He shouldn't even be here right now. He should be dead.

Killer screwed his sockets shut.

He’s going to shower. Who gives a shit if he doesn't have a change of clothes, at least he’ll get to feel the scalding water on his bones.

He managed to will himself over to the bathroom.

The first thing he noticed on the countertop was, remarkably, a change of clothes. It wasn't just any clothes, however. These were some of the clothes he had back at Nightmare’s castle.

There was a note that sat atop the folded clothes.

“Hiii, I know these look familiar. I managed to snag these from Nightmare. There's more in the dresser in the other room that you completely neglected to check. P.S. you got wayyy too many clothes.”

It was signed with a horribly written “Ink”.

…

That guy creeped him out.

He sighed. At least he has his clothes, he guessed.

He hesitated as he took off his jacket. He faced away from the mirror as he finally did. He threw it behind him, it probably landed on the countertop. As he took off his shirt, he thought about how he got into these clothes in the first place.

Someone changed his clothes, obviously. But who?

He caught a glimpse of the scars on his arms as he took off the rest of his clothes.

And then his soul froze.

If someone changed his jacket, and someone did change him because he doesn't remember doing that himself—honestly he doesn't even remember taking a nap—they saw his scars.

He didn't know how to feel about that.

He didn't really keep them a secret. At least he thinks he doesn't. Of course he doesn't go around announcing he has them either.

It's not really anyone else's business.

He absentmindedly ran his hands along the ridges on his tibiae and fibulae before jerking away like they were on fire.

He wasn't going to think about this anymore.

He hopped into the shower. He turned the faucet to as hot as it could go. It's not like he had skin to burn, besides the hotter the water the easier it was to scrub off the damn rotten determination off of him.

So, recap. Dusk hates him now, Sans has abandoned him to be with his real friends and family, and he really really wishes he could kill Nightmare, preferably by strangulation.

And Blue’s trying to fix him, at least that will be interesting to watch.

He really wasn't looking forward to sleeping alone tonight.

“you're too clingy.”

He pushed Dusk’s words out of his mind. Well, sorry that he was alone for however many years! God forbid he wanted to make up for lost time! What a horrible person he was for wanting to stick around the person he cared about the most!

He shut his eyes tightly, reveling in the burn of the water.

He wanted to scream. He wasn't going to, probably. He didn't want anyone to come knocking at his door.

Man, if only he had a way to calm down. Oh wait! He can't even fight with Dusk to let off some steam either!

Great! Awesome!

If he did fight with Dusk right now he’d probably kill him at this point. But that's completely useless to think about because if he could in the first place, he wouldn't be this angry.

Really great shower thoughts he was having. It's not like this is only making him more frustrated at Dusk.

He came up with that name for him.

Y’know what? He's over it now! This whole thing is stupid! Who needs him?

Hell, Blue’s willing to do all this stuff for him—someone he hardly even knows! Fuck it! He can be his replacement. He’ll be better than Dusk ever was!

He turned off the shower. He wished turning off his thoughts was that easy too.

He dried off and threw on the clothes that were left on the countertop. They happened to be a pair of sweats and a cotton shirt, clearly suitable sleepwear. Did Ink put these here after he delivered the food?

No, the note said there were some in the dresser. He probably did that before he got here.

That guy really creeped him out.

Well, maybe he didn't feel like sleeping now. He still has yet to explore the area and it’s probably late out.

He squinted at the currently closed blinds. He wondered if this universe had a proper day and night cycle.

He approached the window and opened the blinds to answer his question.

Lo and behold it was dark out.

His eyes widened. He rushed back to the bathroom to snag his jacket and shrugged it on as he went out of the hotel room.

It was lethally silent in the hallway so he crept down it as quietly as he could.

Just as he hoped, absolutely no one was in the lobby.

He exited the hotel without that awful feeling of dread that was present last time.

Cold air hit his face as he closed the door behind him. Everything was dark, there weren't even streetlamps or anything on. Must've been really late.

Sheesh. How long did he stay in the shower?

Feeling bold, he walked down the sidewalk, looking around even though he could hardly see.

Some people were scared of the dark, which Killer found funny. Personally he felt an odd sense of calmness from being in the dark. Things were less overwhelming.

If there was anyone out right now he sure as hell couldn't see them and they probably couldn't see him in turn.

This kinda reminded him of his walks in the forest…Usually he went out at night to see his cats or if he was having a particularly hard time sleeping.

His cats…

He hoped the six of them were fine.

Maybe.

Maybe Nightmare isn't as bad as he acted. Maybe that apology was genuine. He did lie. He said he killed Dust and Horror—in a way he did. Neither of them went by those names anymore. But he also told those two that he killed him, and he's still Killer. He’ll always be.

Why did he lie? Why did he apologize? Manipulation? Then why did he send them away?

There were those rare times he had less slime on him than usual. Times when he was damaged. One of those times was around the time he decided to kick them out.

Maybe none of this meant anything. “Guardian of negativity” surely that just meant he was the scum of the multiverse.

He caught sight of the moon. Apparently this universe had one of those too. Something in his soul stirred.

He's never seen the moon before, has he? They've gone to the surface many times, Nightmare hardly took them underground, but they've never been out at night.

And of course he's never been to the surface back in his universe.

It was beautiful. Currently a waxing gibbous, most of it was showing. A full moon would be soon.

He was surprised he remembered the phases of the moon. That's right, he was a huge fan of space once, wasn't he?

There were plenty of stars too. The lack of light pollution here really made them stand out.

He wasn't that tired right now. Maybe he could stay up to watch the sun rise, but some people might be out by then. He sighed. He supposed he should head back.

It was fairly easy to find the hotel again, even in the dark, granted he just walked in a straight line.

Once he got back to his room, all sleepiness finally hit him. He took off his jacket, letting it fall to the floor and got on his bed.

The second his head hit the pillow he immediately fell asleep.

He woke up to the sound of knocking. He jerked upright, wiping the drool off his mouth.

His dream was relatively mundane. He hardly remembered any of it. There was a deer at one point, that was the only thing he could remember.

In his book, that meant he had a good dream.

“dusk, can you get the door?”

No response, typical.

He grumbled, willing himself out of bed to answer the door himself. As he passed by Dusk’s empty bed it hit him that he wasn't living with him anymore. Oh, right.

And the person knocking at the door was definitely not gonna be Sans, but Blue.

He stood in front of the door, hand hovering above the doorknob.

There was another knock. “Uh, Killer? Are you awake?”

Did he really want to answer it right now?

He was having a great time being alone. By himself.

There was another knock, more frantic this time.

If he just stayed quiet maybe he'll assume he was sleeping and go away.

“Killer!?” Blue’s yell caught him off guard. He sounded like he was panicking.

“I’M GONNA BREAK THE DOOR DOWN TO CHECK IF YOU’RE SLEEPING!” he shouted.

Okay he should probably open the door. He grabbed the doorknob and opened the door.

Blue jumped as the door opened. He looked like he was about to kick the door down. Honestly, Killer kinda wanted to see if he'd even be able to do that. “OH! Oh! Thank goodness. You're alive—AWAKE!” He seemed to mentally kick himself. “Good morning!”

He was dressed in motorcycle gear. There was no way this guy actually drove a motorcycle, was there?

Killer quirked a brow bone. “you're alive too. nice to know you didn't trip on anything on your way here.”

Blue scratched the back of his skull as he weakly laughed. “Ha…yeah. So, ready to go get breakfast?”

“wait, we're going out? i thought you were just going to bring the food like last time.”

“Oh don't worry, we're gonna go somewhere relatively secluded. Once you drive far enough from this little town there's a field of grass people hardly go to since it takes a while to walk to. I’ll set up a picnic there,” Blue explained.

“so you do have the food on you. let's just eat here.”

“No, you need some sunlight. C’mon.”

Killer narrowed his sockets. “i went out last night.”

“That's good! You still need sunlight.” He really wasn't budging on this.

Then he had a thought. What if he threatened him? He wasn't going to let this guy push him around.

A bone with a sharpened end was summoned in his hand before he knew it.

Blue didn't even move.

He brought the bone close to his chest. “you're not making me go out, alright? just bring the food here. or y’know what? i don't even need to eat. you can just fuck off and leave me alone.”

Blue raised his hands in defense. “Okay. I’m sorry for pushing your boundaries. I won’t do it again,” he mumbled guiltily.

Killer huffed, drawing the bone away. His apology only pissed him off more. He didn't even look or sound remotely scared. “do you know how easy it would be to kill you?”

Blue stared at him with caution.

“i’ve already killed my brother, do you think killing myself would be any harder?” His hand on the bone tightened.

Instantly Blue reached out to grab his wrists tossing any concern for himself out the window. “I know you think it’d be easy but please don’t!”

He wasn't worried about dying in the slightest. He was worried about Killer dying.

He could feel his hands trembling around his wrists.

“why do you care so much?” Killer asked.

Blue frowned. Killer wasn't sure why.

“I—i’m sorry. after you fell asleep while the others were changing out of those stupid disguises, i suggested that one of them should change your jacket, at least. you already weren't wearing a shirt i didn't realize—”

“did they both see them?”

Blue let go of his wrists and dropped his hands by his sides. He nodded solemnly.

Killer was stunned. Is that why Dusk decided to leave him? He finally saw how pathetic he was. He wouldn't want to deal with someone like that. It made sense.

“Killer,” Blue said, “Dusk and Sans are concerned for you.”

Killer cackled. “so they decided to leave me? yeah, they seemed real concerned.”

Blue’s expression grew stern. “Most of them were old, but some of them were recent.”

Killer went deathly silent. Oh. Oh yeah. He almost forgot he…

Oh god no.

“dusk saw them,” he mumbled.

He wasn't an idiot. He probably pieced it together the second he noticed there were fresher ones.

No no no no no. He wasn't supposed to see that shit. No wonder why he was so stubborn about leaving him. He knew. He knew the cause of those ones.

He knew the cause was him.

Cutting himself over a fucking argument? One that he caused and needed to apologized over? Of course Dusk wanted to get away from him. He knew how fucked up he was.

How immature. How disgusting.

Someone gently pulled him into a hug. He couldn't bring himself to push them away. He didn’t really want to.

It felt warm. It was nice.

He didn't deserve this comfort but he decided to be selfish.

It was probably a solid minute before Killer registered that it was Blue that was hugging him. Of course it was, he was the only other person in the room.

The door has apparently been closed this entire time, which is a relief. He wouldn't want random people walking down the hall to see this.

Awkwardly, he wriggled out of the hug.

His vision was currently a blurry mess which was undeniable proof that he was crying.

“I’m sorry,” Blue said.

He wasn’t sure what he was apologizing for.

“If you want me to leave, I understand.”

“no,” he said, a bit too desperately. “you can stay.” He didn’t want to be alone right now.

Blue seemed to think for a moment. For a second, Killer was worried he wanted to leave, but then he smiled. “Alright, but I should get the food first. I left it outside on my bike.” He turned around to open the door and left.

Even though he knew he was just getting the food, he was still worried he wasn’t going to come back.

He really is clingy.

Instead of going back to his bed to sit down he stood there in front of the door like an idiot.

To add insult to injury, Blue didn’t look surprised to see him still standing when he got back with a picnic basket. He did, however, comment on how he didn’t lock the door.

Blue apparently also brought the picnic blanket with him. He unfolded it and spread it out on the ground to the best of his ability. There wasn't entirely enough room for it so some of it scrunched up against the legs of the beds. He also opened the blinds to let some sunlight through.

The two of them sat down on the blanket to have an indoor picnic.

He was skeptical of this guy at first, but he was warming up to him. He seemed genuine.

He was just warming up to him because he was desperate. The second Dusk left him he blindly grasped for a replacement.

He was horrible.

He almost hoped that Blue had some ulterior motive, that he was manipulating him. It’d serve him right.

But the food they were eating right now was cooked by him and he was filling the silence he didn't want to hear right now.

#utmv fic #killer sans #blue(BSsans)#dust sans #horror sans #killer x dust #LOVE affair #kist

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