Ink, with Dream and Swap behind them: Wait, what do you mean THREE?!

Police: Yes…three.

Ink: Oh, my God— What the fuck!?

Police: Wha-

Ink: CINNA FUCKING FELL OFF!

FINALLY here it is! Sorry for being so slow 〒▽〒 I tried my best.

Thank you all for participating, I didn't expect so many people! 0w0 And of course thank you for the support (´▽`ʃ♡ƪ)

Sadly I couldn't draw every submission, maybe you will be luckier next time ^w^

Writing Prompt: Dream is waking up in the middle of the nightshaking, breathing heavily, maybe even crying. Cinna wakes up as well, immediately knows what is happening and starts cuddling Dream.

Extra: peaceful AU

Dream shifted in his sleep, mumbling words before his eyesockets snapped open as he bolted up and began shaking, small tears in the corner of his eyesockets as he breathed heavily. Cinna opened his eyesockets, having been woken up by Dream's movements, lightly grumbling as she sat up, rubbing sleep out of their eyesockets.

"Sunshine? What's wro-" Cinna began before cutting himself off when she noticed Dream was shaking and having trouble breathing. They immediately pulled Dream into a hug and began rubbing his back.

"Shhh, Sunshine, it's ok, you're ok..." Cinna said softly, making Dream hug them tightly and burst out into cries. After a few minutes, Dream eventually calmed down. Cinna softly pulled back and wiped away Dream's tears "was it that nightmare again?" He softly asked, gently smiling when Dream nodded.

"I know I shouldn't blame myself...but I should've realised how the villagers were treating Nightmare...I just don't get why he didn't tell me how the villagers were treating him..." Dream said in between sniffles. Cinna frowned slightly "...What would you've done if he told you?" She softly asked Dream.

Dream hugged his knees "I would've tried to get the villagers to stop..." He lightly said, looking at Cinna "did he not trust me?" He softly asked. Cinna thought for a few seconds before speaking up "maybe Nightmare thought that if he told you and you tried to get them to stop, they would either hurt him more or begin to treat you the same way?" he said gently.

"...maybe?... but just wish he told me..." Dream lightly said, tears appearing in the corner of his eyesockets again, making Cinna sigh lightly and pull Dream into another hug. "I know...I know" Cinna softly said and gently laid Dream down before laying down himself and pull Dream into a hug. Cinna softly hummed as he rubbed Dream's back. Dream slowly shut his eyesockets as Cinna hummed softly. Eventually the two of them fell asleep cuddling each other, soft smiles on their faces.

_________________________________________

Cinna belongs to me

Dream: Uh, on your shelf. Why?

Ink: I checked and it wasn't there.

Dream: Oh, wow, too bad, so sad.

Ink: Dream ...

Nightmare: Does someone need help with anything?

Ink: I'm suspecting that Dream took my phone.

Dream: Since when did you have the right to accuse me of that?!

Nightmare: Dream , you stole one of Cinna's shirts one time.

Dream: Yeah, well they had plenty of others.

Cinna walks in and overhears the conversation about their shirt: My other shirts were in the laundry.

Dream: Boo hoo. Suck it up, whiny bitch.

Swap: Hey, hey, hey! What's happenin'?

Dream: Swap , shut the hell up.

Swap: Ok...

Nightmare: Dream , which side of the fucking bed did you wake up on today?!

Dream: Both.

Nightmare: Alrighty, smartass.

Error walks in: Guys, guys, calm down.

Dream: You guys really want to hear what I did?! I took Ink's phone and smashed it on the fucking ground!

Ink: Really?

Dream: No. I just wanted to get a reaction out of you, you stupid cun-

Nightmare: Ok, so if Dream didn't do it, who else did it?

Ink: It was me.

Dream stuttering due to confusion: Well then why the hell'd you accuse me?

Ink: Because I didn't want everyone to know I dropped my phone from the balcony.

Ink: On purpose.

Ink: Without knowing that I didn't aim the phone at the pile of mattresses on the ground.

Error: So that's what happened to the spare mattresses.

Dream: Sure. Kiler too?

Cinna: Haven't seen him in a while. I don't think he's awake right now.

Killer, from atop the fridge: You'd be incorrect in that conjecture, Cinna.

Error: You once fought a goose for a sandwich.

Nightmare: And you won.

Dream: What's your favorite color?

*Ink visibly clenching jaw to not say something*

Nightmare: Ink , are you... okay?

Swap: *Sighs* They're trying not to say "your mom."

*Ink nods*

Error: So, Cinna . You heard the person, what's your favorite color?

Cinna: Don't judge me, but it's yellow.

Dream: OMG SAME!!!!

*Ink clenching jaw harder*

Nightmare: Ink , what's wrong??

Swap: *sighs again* They're trying not to say "like pee?"

Error: *barges into the room* GAY!!!!!!