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RealAgeAU drabble - Math Class

What is this? Two Drabbles a day?! more and less likely than you think!!

We are back with the baby <3 Baby Nightmare my beloved <3 @spotaus ready friend!

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No edits/betas! We going :D timewise we are in early summer <3

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Nightmare stares down at his little noteblock. He glances back at the little basket and takes careful notes. Six eggs. One bottle of milk. a bag of wheat.

Nightmare turns back to the scale and weighs the wheat. He pulls over the price list and makes careful notes.

Horror sits next to him and watches him note things down "Do you need help?"

Nightmare shakes his skull as he slowly calulates what each thing costs and adds them together like Dust explained to him. start with the single numbers and add those. Note down the extra ten and add those together.

Ngihtmare nods and looks at Crop "It should be 24 gold!" and he waits.

Crop nods "sounds about right." he grins at the customer who had been waiting with a gentle smile "That will be 24 gold then."

the person nods and counts out the money which is given over. They wave goodbye and walk down the market.

Nightmare looks back at his calculations. What if he got it wrong? No one even checked it and-

Horror rubs his skull "No worry."

Nightmare frowns as he shoots them both a look "What if i got it wrong?"

Crop shrugs "If you were very far off they would have said something. The price sounded about the same as what i ask for stuff simular to that. I am sure it is fine."

Nightmare frowns as he looks down. He looks at his dad and gives him the little noteblock. Horror leans closer to Nightmare as he looks over the calculations. He doubl checks a few nad nods "Seems good so far."

Nightmare frowns at the numbers. It is a bit easier to do the math like this. Instead of only numbers or drawings. Actually seeing the items and prices help a bit. Nightmare can't explain why it does but it just does.

It is late morning now and there have been quite a few people buying stuff. Nightmare isn't always fast enough to keep up with the amount of people but Crop got that handled. Whenever someone else comes to buy something while Nightmare is still calculating Crop steps in and helps the person quickly.

Does make Nightmare feel bad about making the people who he is calculating for wait so long. As he is so slow. But Horror reassures him that the people waiting don't mind.

Nightmare doubts it but he won't argue. He looks back at the noteblock and makes little swirling motions with his pen. Tiny patterns on the side of the paper. It is nice. Drawing is actually kinda fun and Nightmare is happy that he tried it. a swirl here, a circle there.

Someone walks up to the stall and Nightmare sits up straight. New customer!

They shoot Nightmare a look before showing the two dozen of eggs and the wheat they picked out.

Nightmare nods and quickly grabs his noteblock to start working on the price. He weights the wheat and notes it down. Oh the same weight off the wheat! that is easy! So that is 13 again. And two dozen eggs is 24 eggs... one for each egg. which means...

Nightmare looks up and looks at crop "37." he nods. feeling very sure about it.

Crop nods and grins at the customer "37 gold it is."

The customer huffs "That can't be right. That is much to expensive!"

Nightmare frowns and looks down. He mutters the numbers to himself softly. the weight times the price is the same as last time. he calculates it again and comes down to 13 again. 24 eggs which are all 1 gold a piece. 13 and 24 added together. first the 3 and 4 which is 7. No extra tens. so just 1 and 2 which is 3 tens. so 37.

Nightmare looks at Crop starting to feel anxious "I still get 37..."

Crop nods and grins at the customer "37 gold please."

the customer huffs "I just told you that is much to expensive!"

Crop nods "then you will just have to put some back."

The customer huffs but Horror leans closer and over Nightmare. The customer gasps and backs up a bit. Horror glares the other down "You heard tiny boss. 37 gold."

the customer grumbles but lays down the gold before huffing and storming off.

Nightmare hugs the noteblock close.

Horror gently bonks their skulls together "You okay little bean?"

Nightmare shrugs and mutters "I really thought it was right..."

Crop grins "and it was right." he sighs as he leans on his fist "You just have those type of people and customers. those who are rude and try to get a discount."

Nightmare nods as he keeps holding the noteblock close. Feeling a bit reassured he did alright after all.

Nightmare pulls the block away from himself and taps it with his pen "don't wanne mess up like... selling stuff.."

Crop chuckles and shrugs "ah it is fine. Everyone knows what everything's price is. or about at least. If you were actually wrong people would be a lot more gentle in their correction and be understanding." Crop grins "Everyone messes up their prices sometimes. Hell I know that Straw and I used to mix up the price for the wheat and the milk a lot when we first started."

That also helps a lot and Nightmare relaxes more "Really?"

Crop nods "of course. everyone messes up sometimes. It is normal and part of doing stuff. No one is always perfect." he shakes his skull "anyone who tells you you have to be perfect all the time is an idiot. No one is always perfect. That doesn't exist."

Nightmare doubts that. Dream is always perfect after all. That was the main difference between him and his twin. Or at least to everyone else. Nightmare however knew Dream also made mistakes...

Someone else walks up to the stand and she coos "Well who is your new employee Crop?"

Crop grins "This is Nightmare. The boss for the day."

The lady giggles "Well then! I wish to buy two dozen eggs if i could."

Nightmare nods and checks his notes quickly before giving the price.

The woman smiles and nods "Thank you so much!" she takes out the needed gold and hands it over to Crop. Crop puts it away. the lady smiles and thanks him once more before leaving the stall.

Nightmare blinks down and shoots Horror a look. Horror grins "see? Generally? People are very nice."

Crop laughs and nods "Unless they are rude or had a very bad day. But normally? people being mean or rude to you? Not your fault. just them going through soemthing."

Nightmare nods and relaxes a bit.

Then the rush happens and Horror actually takes him away from the counter and Nightmare gets to see Crop and Straw work like a well oiled machine to serve all the customers.

It is almost shocking how quickly they work through the stuff they have for sale and when the rush ends most things are gone.

horror puts him back on the counter as Straw stays with them as well. Crop and him talk about how Straw's shopping went and Straw mentions he had no issues.

Nightmare looks at the few things left in stock before looking at the brothers "Is it always that fast?"

Straw grins "Yes! the rush is always a lot which is why i try to get our shopping done early!"

Crop nods as well "Each day has a different rush. weekens are normally early in the morning while the weekdays are like today around lunch time. Seeing as then people get breaks to actually visit the farmers market."

Ngihtamre nods and tilts his skull "Are you guys here daily or not?"

Crop laughs and shakes his skull "We sadly don't produce enough to sell daily. we just go weekly and do eveyrthing in one go. It depends on when it works with the farm which day we go." he grins "Why do you wonder?"

Nightmare shrugs as he mutters "Grapes are starting to grow and we will have to sell those too... was wondering what was normal...."

Crop blinks but Straw laughs "Good thinking! It is always smart to think ahead!" Straw looks thoughtful "I think for you guys it will be a bit different. there will be a time where the grapes will all be fully grown and where the plant keeps producing some for a little while. I think you all will have to be very active witht he harvesting and selling around that time!"

horror nods "We wanted to save some of it. try and make some stuff. but mostly get a feeling for selling and seeing what people agree with price wise."

Crop grins "Like jams? jams are so good and not sold by many. If you don't want to do the rushed selling each day. you can always end up deciding to safe all the grapes for yourself to process into jams. Though you will have to get a large cooling chamber to make sure they don't go bad." Crop leans on his fist "Though i doubt that would be a problem for you guys with how Dust can repair and make about anything as long as he has the parts."

Horror nods and has a loving smile on his face "He is a true engineer..."

Which is when an elder couple walks over and asks if they still have some stock. Nightmare watches as Crop takes the innitiative on this one and helps the elder two. Straw offers to help them carry it back but the couple says they will be fine.

Nightmare watches them go and shoots crop a look. Crop sighs and shrugs "some older folks. have been down on their luck health wise and are still recovering. we all try to make things a bit easier with some cheaper prices for them."

Ngihtmare nods. that explains why the prices didn't make sense.

then his stomach grumbles and he feels embarrased.

Horror chuckles and picks him up from his sitting spot "It is time i get some food for us both." he looks at Crop and Straw "You two okay?"

Crop rolls his eyes and waves him off "We have been doing this for a while. you two take your time to get something to eat."

Straw jumps up "oh! the fishing farm had a special offer! Aparently their farm did very well this spring. They always sell amazing stuff."

horror nods "we will check them. Thank you." Nightmare waves as he leaves his math work on the counter as his dad carries him away to get a lunch snack.

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Nightmare has to learn his classes somehow :D And dust has figured out that a more practical and real version works better to help Nightmare visualise the things he is thought.

So. Live classes at the market! :D

Crop and Straw both were more than happy to help! The other people in town find it cute to see the babybones calculate what the price is. Nightmare doens't notice it but he sticks his tongue out slightly in concentration as he swings his legs. It is an adorable sight and so they don't mind waiting extra time for the price.

And Nightmare is pretty okay with his calculations! he is rarely wrong and if he is wrong Horror is there to help Nightmare see where he went wrong while Crop corrects the amount the customer needs to pay! <3

#utmv #realageau #nightmare sans #deaged nightmare #horror sans #farm sans #farm papyrus #We are back! and this time? With the baby!!#A nightmare pov!!#He is trying so hard and learning to just be <3 and i think he is making GREAT progress!#also. the baby needs to learn math (at the moment his only enemy) but they are creative with how to teach him #They found that this works well <3 #Horror is also the only one who would have the patience for this. at the moment at least.#Dust and cross would get too anxious in the crowd (for different reasons)#and killer would just make people do shit with his power #So horror goes <3 #Also we had too little of Crop and Straw and I HAD to correct that!

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petrichorium · 1 year ago

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pluvi begging you to expand on gojo not wanting what happened to his mother to happen to you 🙏

warnings: it’s all a dream so nothing is real aside from the flashback stuff but pregnancy as horror, (sewing) needles, implied gore/eye trauma, implied child harm, gojo is messed up yo!!! and its bc of his mama!!!

he dreams about her.

it’s an odd thing, really. gojo isn’t much of a dreamer—not much of a sleeper, all things considered, but it’s difficult not to give in when you drag him to bed and curl up in his arms. the soft rise and fall of your chest, the steady thump of your heart, the sound of your breath; it soothes him into slumber.

and he dreams about her. she was always young. he’s older now than she ever got to be. frail, thin; borderline skeletal, robes hanging from her body like webbing. she sits in a chair facing a window, swathed in moonlight, the silver of her embroidery needle glinting with each stab. her face is veiled. her stomach is swollen with child.

she doesn’t turn to him, but she beckons without noise. his feet take him easily to her, and he kneels at her side as she sets aside the embroidery hoop to let him place his head on her knees.

her hand is cold as it threads through his hair. it’s gentle, at first. then harsher a moment later. she grips firm, tugs him up by those electric white threads, stares down at him through all that elaborate lace.

he imagines she’s weeping beneath it. his mother never wept before him, but she was pretty in the aftermath, eyes puffy and pink and shining. they were a cold kind of loving when they regarded him. she must have been beautiful once, elegant and lithe and willowy, cruel like the heartless sea and sharp like a brilliant diamond, but whatever was there is long gone. he thinks all sons must empty their mothers, bleed them dry from within, because his was always a shell.

she trails her hand down the side of his face, and he turns into the palm and closes his eyes, and she is silent as she sets down her embroidery to lift her veil. she is silent and hollow and eidolic as her fingers brush down his jaw and tilt his head up to look at her.

but it’s your face that he sees when he opens his eyes.

it’s your hand against his cheek, your eyes pink and puffy and pretty, your stomach bulging by his own doing. it’s your fingers that pluck up the needle, still attached to a thread of brilliant cerulean, and raise it to his eye.

his mother never was able to pierce him with that needle. she stopped herself, each and every time, dropping it and tugging him close in shame. she never doted, never was kind, but she never did manage to harm him.

you do. he lets you. it’s only fair. whatever thing is in your stomach can’t be human—whether god or demon what does it matter, at the end of the day—and didn’t he put it in you himself? if his mother never got the satisfaction of spilling his blood, shouldn’t you?

but he wakes just as the tip pierces his iris, and you hold him in your lap, eyes wide with concern and not puffy from weeping, and you hold no child within you. your hands thread through his hair and they’re warm, your lips plush when you bend to press a kiss to his brow.

he turns inward to press his face into your (empty, blissfully vacant) abdomen. the wetness he leaves there, falling from his so very coveted eyes, is colorless.

he thinks it ought to be brilliant crimson.

#ask.🌧#saintshigaraki #cw.pregnancy #cw.child abuse #cw.trauma #cw.gore #cw.needles #char.🌧 gojo #mine.🌧#no children #tags will have some discussion of harming others & oneself as well as poor mental health in general pls be aware #i hope u like it beloved i am suddenly very self-conscious abt this one #there were originally more examples of her nearly-harming him but i ended up rewriting the snippet to focus on the needle thing #but in my head she...... had fits where she seriously considered maiming him but stopped herself #getting very close to it in many instances #idk. to me she was MEAN and stoic and gojo's obsession with her made his doting aunties and grannies beyond furious. thats what i think #and the only reason his clan kept her around was bc she was the only thing that could stop his tantrums #bc she was ambitious and cruel and she really did fight for him when needed. she could be scary. they rlly wanted her gone #n e way. ty for ur patience i hope it was worth the wait JKHADBFV

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