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With Horror

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You sneezed.

You weren’t sure what you were expecting but it definitely wasn’t this.

Your soul was blue as you sat on the wall waiting for the skeletons to calm down enough for you to get a word in. From the snippets you could distinguish in the chaos of sound, they thought you were sick and needed medical attention or you would die. Surprisingly enough, Killer seemed the calmest. Key word being ‘seemed.’ Hate dripped freely down his face. Cross was sweating and arguing with Horror while somehow managing to keep his magic from dissipating. Horror looked close to throwing hands. Dust kept up with the conversation with his own hurried input. Nightmare stood behind them all silently while his tentacles whipped around behind him. He’d been staring at you since the sneeze.

You waved at Nightmare. His tentacles slowed for a moment as he tilted his head at you. He pushed passed the quarreling group and Cross spoke up.

“I’m not sure it’s safe to go near them, sir-” Cross said.

“WHATEVER!!!” Horror finally snapped at Dust before stomping into the kitchen. “DO WHAT YOU… WANT!!!! I GO…MAKE SOMETHING!!” Dust huffed at Horror’s departure before continuing the argument with Killer.

Nightmare gently gripped Cross’s shoulder. “I think they’ve spent enough time on the wall, don’t you think?” He said patiently.

Cross’s eyes darted between you and Nightmare for a moment before he carefully lowered you to the ground and released you. Now without something to do, he started fidgeting as Nightmare took a step towards you.

Nightmare stayed a good distance away when he addressed you. “Y/N. Care to fill us in on why you are calm about this?”

“Because I’m not sick. I just got some dus- something in my nose that made me sneeze. There is nothing wrong. I am fine.” As you spoke, the argument in the background had gotten quiet. The group seemed calmer but definitely didn’t believe that you were okay. You took a step forward when you suddenly had three layers of blue magic on your soul. Nightmare glared at the three skeletons. They gave him sheepish looks before reluctantly releasing your soul.

You sighed. “It’s a human thing. If a foreign substance gets in my nostrils, my body will reject it and force it back out by sneezing. It can happen when I get sick, but that doesn’t mean that I am sick. Currently, I’m not sick.” The skeletons sighed in relief.

Nightmare looked intrigued. “What exactly are you rejecting when you sneeze?”

“It depends. But mostly dirt, dust, toxins-” You froze as another sneeze started coming. The gang got uncomfortable when you interrupted yourself and your face twisted. “Achoo!” They flinched at the sound.

There was a clatter in the kitchen before Horror sped into the room and grabbed you. You protested and fought back as he ran you to the couch and wrapped you in at least three blankets like a burrito.

“Horror!” You snapped, struggling to get out of the bundle. “I’m fine! Let me out!”

“Stay.” Horror growled. “I’ll grab you soup. . . Website said soup.” He hurried back to the kitchen before you were able to call out to him.

“Heh heh.” Killer giggled at you. He leaned over the back of the couch. “I wouldn’t move unless you want Horror to hunt you down.”

You stopped struggling and glared at him. “You’re no help at all.”

He shrugged, grin splitting his face. “Maybe.”

Nightmare came around the couch to face you. “You said something about toxins.”

“Yeah.” You glared once more at Killer, earning another giggle, before turning to address the boss. “Sneezing is also a way to get rid of toxins. Just like sweating, crying, and exhaling.”

Everyone leaned away from you.

“You’re telling me that you’re spreading toxins everywhere while you breathe??” Killer questioned, leaning further away from you. You blew air at him. He yelped and backpedaled, falling behind the couch.

Turning back to Nightmare, you clarify. “It’s not that type of toxin. It’s more like hot air. It won’t do anything unless it’s the only air there.” You hesitated. “I don’t know how to explain it. You’d have to understand the human body more.”

There was obviously still confusion coming from everyone when Horror came back with a steaming bowl.

He shoved it at you. “Soup.”

“Thanks, Horror. I’m not sick tho.” You said, still burritoed.

His face of confusion matched everyone else’s. “You’re . . . not sick?” He thought for a moment. “But sneezes mean . . . you’re sick.”

“Not always. Sometimes humans just sneeze.” You explain shortly.

Killer’s grinning face crested the back of the couch. You gave his mischievous look a suspicious side eye. “Yeah, Horror. Sometimes they just sneeze out toxins.”

Horror’s face went panicked.

“You’re not helping!!” You snapped at Killer. “Horror, he’s-Mph!” Your mouth suddenly had a spoon in it. The flavor of chicken noodle soup filled your senses as Horror continually spoon fed you. You sent Killer another glare as he laughed at your expense.

At least the soup was good.

I did it.

So as a lucid dreamer myself, I was wondering how Dream or Nightmare would react to me or any lucid dreamer.

Like, as soon as I know I’m dreaming, I will shapeshift into a hawk or dragon or whatever I need/want. And while lucid I can feel everything in the dreamscape. So, if something moved that shouldn’t, I’d know immediately. I’m also very aggressive in my dreams. I have been torn apart in my dreams so I will attack first without hesitation. I don’t know about y’all but I prefer not to die over and over again. My attack forms are either human or dragon. A very specific dragon that I will draw in the future.

Let’s say Nightmare entered my dream, because let’s be fair he has more of a reason to with the whole spreading negativity thing, I’d feel the second he entered and my dreamscape would seal off protectively, effectively trapping the intruder inside my dream. I’d confront and, seeing his size and extra appendages, I’d go dragon. I’d attack first. Whether or not I win, I don’t know, but I’d fight dirty. The ground would roll and buckle under my influence and I’d move fast as thought despite my size. As soon as he realized he was trapped, Nightmare would fight out of desperation, giving him a boost.

After the fight, I would start questioning him, which I really should have started with. Most likely, I would have him restrained by then or we’d be glaring at each other, both severely wounded but I can’t die and won’t kill him.

If for some reason I met Dream first, the dreamscape would close off same as before but I would approach in human form. His bright colours would make me curious but I would still attack first. He’d probably talk me down during the fight or just outright surrender to show that he means no harm. If for some reason the fight continued, I would definitely cheat and go dragon until I restrained Dream.

Either way, the dreamscape wouldn’t loosen until I trusted the intruder and dreams can last years in a single night. So they’re stuck with me until I relax. Which, again, could be years later. Ironically, I don’t need sleep in my dreams.

I might turn this into a series or something, who knows?

I had to give him a buddy

I don’t know what to name them yet.

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You sat between Horror and Dust with your arms resting over the back of the couch. Everyone but Nightmare was there as they watched a cheesy action movie. Cross sat on the bean bag on your right, occasionally throwing his hands in the air as he berated the actor’s form in battle. Killer, being Killer, kept playing devil’s advocate and driving Cross insane from the floor.

“Woooooow” Killer exaggerated, smirking at Cross’s exasperated expression. “You see that perfect form, Horror?” You held in your laughter at the look of pure mischief of Killer’s face.

Ignoring Cross’s offended gasp, Horror grunted assent at Killer. You started shaking slightly as you tried not to break the moment with your laughter. Dust shook so subtly that you almost missed it.

“No!” Cross snapped, jumping out of the bean bag. “That. Is. The. WORST. FORM. I HAVE EVER SEEN!!! HOW CAN YOU SAY THAT LOOKS GOOD????” He thrust his hands forward at the offending screen.

Your laughter finally forced its way out, startling an offended skele. Cross flushed slightly as he noticed everyone’s eyes on him. He glared at Killer.

Killer chuckled while propping his chin on his hands. “You’re looking at me like it’s my fault Y/N laughed at you.”

“IT IS!” Cross said, throwing his hands in the air.

“Girls, you’re both pretty.” You said, standing up as Dust shifted at the lack of weight on the couch. You turned back to Horror. “Mind if I grab a drink from the kitchen?”

Horror stared at you, processing. You waited patiently. Horror had a hard time voicing his thoughts. No one told you why but you figured it had to do with the gaping hole in the side of his head. Honestly though, with a wound like that, he really shouldn’t be alive let alone able to speak. But despite logic, Horror managed. You respected him for that. Whatever happened to him to get that scar, he pushed through and made it. He might be slower to talk than anyone else but stars he was light on his feet. You’ve been startled multiple times by him just appearing behind you.

“I… help.” Horror finally said. You nodded. He practically owned the kitchen. Whatever happened there was his business. Besides, he really seems to enjoy keeping everyone well nourished. He was also much quicker to speak while cooking for some reason.

You both left Dust with the commotion and entered the kitchen. You opened the fridge with Horror at your side. There were a few varieties of drinks but nothing gained you attention. Much to Horror’s confusion, you closed the fridge without grabbing anything. The calendar on the door caught your attention. It had a picture of some humans huddled together on a couch with steaming mugs in their hands. Following the idea you suddenly had at the sight, you walked into the pantry. Horror didn’t follow you, mostly confused as to why you didn’t grab what you came for when you had the chance. Your voice carried out of the pantry.

“Horror, do we have any cocoa powder?”

“. . . What?”

“Cocoa powder- Oh! Found some!”

A moment later, you came out of the pantry victorious. A box of cocoa powder packets in your hands as you passed an even more confused Horror. You set the box by the electric kettle and reach into the cabinet for a couple mugs, knowing Horror will want some if you’re having any.

“What…”

You heard Horror start behind you. You paused and turned to him, waiting for him to continue.

He worked through his words a moment longer. “Came for… drink?” You nodded at him which seemed to puzzle him more. He gestured at the box. “. . . Powder?”

You tipped your head at him. “Yeah. For hot chocolate.” You gently shook the mugs in your hands.

His brow bones scrunched together. “. . . Hot chocolate . . ?” He asked.

Something clicked in your head as you pieced together his reaction. “Have you not had hot chocolate before? The recipe is on the box.” You handed him the box.

He took it. “Didn’t get . . . good look.” He paused, reading the instructions. “Had to hide . . . from Cross.”

You snorted at that. “Yeah! He might literally inhale it!”

Horror chuckled at that, handing you the box. He pointed at a part of the recipe and you leaned in to see what it was. He was pointing at a single word.

“Marshmallows!! Oh my gosh, I forgot!” You started towards the pantry again. “Can’t have hot chocolate without marshmallows!”

Horror chuckled again as you moved past him.

By the time you came back with marshmallows, Horror had already made a cup and was gently stirring it with a spoon.

“So.” You said, opening the bag of mellows. “You haven’t had hot chocolate before? Like ever?”

He shook his head, tapping the spoon on the mug. His eye light didn’t leave the swirling drink as you handed him six marshmallows.

Horror watched them bob as he dropped them in before slowly sliding it across the counter to you. You shook your head and pushed it back.

“You made this one. And you haven’t had one before. So you get it. I can wait.” You assured him.

Normally, he’d take rejecting his gift harshly but he was too focused on the drink to mind. Horror stirred the drink again before taking a tentative sip. His eye dilated and suddenly he was pulling four more mugs from the cabinet, including Nightmare’s.

You laughed as he refilled the kettle and shooed you out of the kitchen mumbling that he’d get you your drink. You went back to the drama that was still happening in the living room even though the movie was paused.

“He left himself WIDE OPEN!!!”

“That’s your opinion, C.”

“NO, IT’S FACT!!!!”

You greeted Dust as you took your previous seat. He didn’t seem to hear you for a second before his eye lights lit up, looked at you, at the doorway, then back at you.

“Horror?” He asked quietly.

You smirked. “He’s making everyone drinks~” That caught Killer’s attention.

“Drinks, huh?” He asked raising his brows and leaning forward. “What kinda drinks?”

You grinned at him. “Non-alcoholic.”

Killer sighed and let his head fall to the ground. “That was one time.”

“One time too many if you ask me.” Cross said, crossing his arms.

“No one did, C.” Killer mumbled.

Cross froze and stared directly at the open doorway to that hallway.

“Y/N.”

“Hmm?” You looked up innocently.

“What exactly is Horror making?”

“Ohh~” You said playfully. “Something us humans enjoy in the winter~”

Killer looked up in time to see Cross sniffing the air. The scent hit him, too, widening his eyes. He pounced on Cross who yelped at the sudden attack.

“Wh- Killer!” Cross fought back. “Get off!”

“Not happening, Crossy! Horror made everyone some and I’m getting my fair share!!” Killer yelled as he tried to pin the guards arms and legs.

“But it’s CHOCOLATE!!!!” Cross growled, getting an arm loose.

“I don’t give a damn if it’s holy water and you’re dying! YOU. ARE. NOT. GETTING. MINE!!!”

Horror entered at that moment with his arms full of mugs. How he managed to carry them all without spilling, no one questioned anymore. Horror grinned at Cross’s whine as he turned to hand you and Dust your drinks. Dust peered at his suspiciously as you sipped yours. Wow, it was better than you remembered.

Killer started struggling. “Horror?” He pleaded.

Horror chuckled softly as he held one of the mugs in front of Cross’s face. The skeleton’s eye lights never left the steaming mug as he finally broke away from a panicked Killer. Horror moved the mug to the side and let Cross snatch it from him before handing Killer his. Killer calmed down but kept Cross in his line of sight just in case. Still chuckling, Horror gestured at Dust with Nightmare’s mug and left after Dust nodded acknowledgment.

You sipped on the hot drink slowly but watched as Cross didn’t hesitate to down his, eyeing Killer’s hungrily.

Killer’s sockets narrowed. “Nooooo.” He growled.

Cross seemed to deflate rather than pursue the chocolate at the moment as he started fishing the remaining marshmallows out of his mug. Killer moved to stand behind the couch, effectively using you and Dust as a blockade.

Horror came back soon after and playfully shoved Cross’s head as he passed.

“Hey!”

Horror smiled as he sat, turning to Y/N. You could tell he wanted to speak so you gave him your full attention even as Dust started the movie back up. “. . . Was good . . . drink.” He said. “Thanks for . . . sharing.”

You smiled back. “Any time, Horror.”

You all then finished the movie while occasionally swatting Cross away from your drinks.