Dust had a long day. Nightmare was his usual asshole self, giving him missions back to back. He was just done with today. Done with everything. He flopped himself down onto the couch, lit a cigarette, and prepared to utterly zone out. Forget his shitty day.

So explain why that big hunk of an idiot decided right then was the perfect time to walk through the living room, looking for stars knew what. Horror had a deep frown on his face, his single eye scanning the room slowly. Dust didn't care about him. Why should he? But Horror's eyesight wasn't exactly the best and he was annoying him with his presence. Totally had nothing to do with the sudden butterflies in his gut or the intense urge to use him as a pillow. Not at all.

"Whatcha looking for?" Dust grunted, not bothering to stand. Gotta look uninterested.

"The.. heavy cream..." Horror's frown deepened. "I just had it a moment ago."

He couldn't suppress a snort. Not that he hadn't misplaced things a hundred times, but it was always funny when it happened to someone else. Dust took a drag, exhaling slowly before replying, his tone mockingly sarcastic. "Uh huh. And why exactly would it be in here rather than the kitchen?"

He glanced over at Dust with a scowl. "Because I was chasing Killer out of the kitchen. He kept sticking his fingers in the mix, then stole the whole bowl and ran in here. I thought maybe I set it down or something. Never can remember where I put things." Horror huffed, turning to leave.

"Wait." Dust said before he could disappear. "What uh.. whatcha makin'?" Good. Casual. Dust gave himself a mental pat on the back, tugging his scarf up a bit higher.

"Chocolate pudding." Horror glanced over his shoulder, raising an eyebrow.

Dust paused, then pushed himself upright. "Right... Ain't got nothing better to do. Might as well help ya look." He wasn't doing it out of the kindness of his heart. Nor did he care about that big stupid dog. If he just sat on the couch, his magic would build up and he'd end up miserable. That's all.

Horror looked a bit surprised, but didn't comment. It didn't take long for Dust to find it, and since he was already up, might as well sit in the kitchen or whatever. Make sure Killer didn't show his stupid face again. Dust zoned out. He was definitely not staring at a certain ass. You can't prove anything. Fuck off.

Horror turned and stretched. With the pudding covered and in the fridge, he was done in the kitchen. Dust was admittedly sleepy. Never a good thing when Horror was around.

"You okay, Dust?" He tilted his head. "You look a bit out of it."

Dust just nodded. Why was Horror such a fat ass? Always looking so fucking comfortable. In a severe lapse of judgement, that he most definitely never would have made if he hadn't been so tired, Dust hopped down off the counter and shoved his face in Horror's chest. Had nothing to do with his urges. He was just tired.

Horror froze, his hands held in the air like he didn't quite know what to do. Dust could tell he was nervous without even looking up.

"Mmph... Get yer head outta the gutter..." Dust mumbled. "'M not doin nothin..."

His voice cracked slightly, "Then get yer head out of my tits?"

Prompt 1 :

"Are you always this stupid, or are you just feeling festive?"

Error crossed his arms, glaring at Ink, who was holding the most hideous sweater he'd ever seen. Ink had a massive grin on his face, his eyes two stars, one red and one green. Even worse, though, was the sweater he wore. Obnoxious colors of "festivity" splattered wildly all over it, with randomly blinking and very distracting neon lights. When Error reluctantly agreed to go to this idiotic Christmas party, he certainly didn't agree to wear that horrific sweater. Nor would he go with Ink looking like the idiot he was.

"Come on, Error!" Ink whined, his voice grating like nails on a chalkboard as he frowned, "It's just a sweater contest! The winner gets a plate of Blue's tacos!"

The glitch scowled fiercely, error messages dancing around his dark form, "I am not wearing that."

Ink lowered the sweater, blinking his wide eyes at the other skeleton. His eyelights had changed to a teal teardrop and a purple question mark, "Please....?"

Error stared at him, his uneven gaze lingering on Ink's pleading face, "No."

Ink gave a heavy sigh, his shoulders drooping dramatically.

The glitch felt his resolve wavering as he continued to glare at him.

"Pretty please with a star on top...?" Ink begged softly.

Error groaned, long and low, before he rubbed his hand across his nasal ridge, "Fine. But you owe me chocolate, Squid. Lots of it."

Ink immediately straightened up, his eyelights shifting quickly to the same vibrant stars from before with a joyous squeal. Error regretted his decision already. It only intensified when Ink rushed forward like he had lost his mind, intending to put the sweater on Error himself.

"GET AWAY FROM ME-" Error snapped, scrambling backward with haste.

Ink only grinned in response.

Prompt 2:

"ONE DRUNK ASSASSIN, ARMED WITH A BUBBLE GUN AND A BAG OF MARBLES, IS ONE DRUNK ASSASSIN TOO MANY."

Blue stated his sentence with authority despite the slurring of his words and uncoordinated movements of his wildly waving hand as he leaned across the table towards Ink.

Ink scoffed, yanking the page off the table dramatically, before he mumbled, "Dream got to use his character..."

Blue sat down heavily, the plastic cups wobbling unsteadily as the table shook, threatening to knock over the meticulously set-up display. "DREAM HAS A NORMAL CHARACTER, INK."

"Maybe we should wait to start the campaign until you're both less drunk...?" Dream piped up hesitantly from his side of the table, where he clutched his character sheet in his gloved hands.

Both of the other two turned to glare at him. Dream lowered his gaze, sipping at his cup of water awkwardly.

"WE AGREED WE WOULD START IT TONIGHT," Blue snapped.

"Maybe Dream should be the Dungeon Master instead of you," Ink growled lowly at Blue, "I bet he would let me use my character."

"DON'T BE RIDICULOUS. HE DOESN'T EVEN HAVE A PLOT! I HAVE EVERYTHING PLANNED OUT ALREADY!" Blue fumed his words blending together as he struggled to remain focused on Ink.

"Okay, whatever," Ink scowled, "What if he's a sober assassin?"

Blue paused for a moment, contemplating.

"Fine," He huffed, gathering his notes in a neat pile.

Ink grinned, his smirk mischievous as he winked at Dream, despite his words being directed at Blue, "I'd like my character to enter the tavern."

Prompt 3:

"Aren't fish meant to stay in the water?"

Cross frowned, eyeing the limp form in Killer's hand.

"Yep," Killer chirped, his grin stretching across his face.

His frown deepened, "So... why are you just... holding it..?"

Killer looked down at the silvery fish in his hand and then back up at Cross. "I was going to feed it to the cats. They didn't want it. Then I was going to throw it at Nightmare, but he's in his study."

Cross narrowed his eyes at him uncertainly, "What are you going to do with it then...?"

Killer's grin widened further, and he didn't respond. Cross stepped back, his gaze darting from Killer's face to the fish he still held passively. Horror could hear from the kitchen a panicked wail from Cross and Killer's cackling laughter.

"IT'S IN MY JACKET!" Cross howled frantically, prompting Horror to drop his kitchen utensils with a heavy sigh and head into the other room to quiet them down before Nightmare got irritated.

Prompt 4:

"Look, it's not that I'm not grateful, but I'm pretty sure 30 uncooked turkeys might be a little extreme."

Dream blinked in shock at the grand assortment spread over the kitchen before him. Horror frowned, the sharp edges of his mouth spiking downward. Since the truce had been officialized, Horror had been determined to cook something big for both sides as a bonding experience. What did Dream mean by "extreme"?

The golden guardian continued to blabber nervously, "I mean, there's only going to be the Stars and Nightmare's group- how much can we honestly eat? And what would we do with the leftovers?"

Horror raised one eyebrow at Dream, "You clearly haven't seen me hungry."

His rambling halted promptly, "What?"

Horror chuckled lightly, resuming the tying of his apron around his waist, "I'll probably take care of half of these by myself."

A concerned smile flitted onto Dream's face, "You're funny, Horror..."

"I'm not kidding." He dusted his hands off after grabbing an assortment of seasonings. "Just wait, and you'll see."

"That can't possibly be healthy..." Dream stared.

Horror's hand thudded sharply onto the counter, his voice hardening, "30 turkeys is the amount we need."

The guardian yelped at the sudden sound, nodding wildly, "Okay! Okay... 30 turkeys is fine..."

"I guess we could take any leftovers into the Omega Timeline..." Dream added in an undertone a moment later.

Horror only rolled his eye, focusing on his cooking.

Prompt 5:

"If you're calling to ask me about what went down yesterday, you're wasting your time."

Nightmare's scornful voice spoke from the phone. Dream stifled his sigh and kept a level tone.

He forced the polite words from his clenched teeth, "Nightmare, Ink returned from hanging out with Killer, Dust, and Horror missing Broomie. You and I both know his memory isn't reliable, and I simply wanted you to speak with your team to see if they remembered anything."

Dream didn't voice the thought that since Nightmare clearly knew what he was talking about, Dream had a feeling his brother had something to do with the brush's disappearance.

"Hmmmmmm..." Nightmare murmured at an agonizingly slow pace, "I can't say I know anything about a missing Broomie... I was informed of... other activities... But that is irrelevant. I will speak with them."

"Wait, what? What 'other activities'?" The guardian of positivity scowled in concern.

Nightmare didn't respond, seemingly having left the phone behind while he went to ask the three members.

He returned a moment later, his voice thick with satisfaction, "They don't recall Ink having Broomie at all during their outing."

Dream released a low growl of irritation at the calmness in his brother's voice.

"Although they did say Ink had mentioned not wanting to lose it, so he had left it with someone. Perhaps this is of use to you?" Nightmare smoothly added, a faint hint of laughter in his words.

Before Dream could respond, Ink charged into his study, throwing open the door with a loud bang.

"Dream! I found Broomie! He was with Error! Apparently, I hadn't wanted Nightmare's gang to steal it, so I left it with him! How funny is that?" The artist grinned, his eyelights dancing excitedly from shape to shape and color to color.

Dream sighed heavily, rubbing his hand down his face before speaking back into the phone, his voice tired, "We found him. Thank you for your time, brother."

Nightmare only chuckled lowly before hanging up the device.

Prompt 6:

"Please stop yelling about vampire conspiracy theories at three in the morning. You're starting to make our neighbors uncomfortable."

Sci frowned, putting his glasses on and stifling a wide yawn.

Blue puffed his chest out, "BUT IF I DON'T, NO ONE WILL BE PROPERLY INFORMED OF THE DANGERS!"

"Please, Blue," He heaved an exhausted sigh, "Vampires aren't real.."

"NONSENSE. CLEARLY YOU ARE UNAWARE OF THE TRUTH ABOUT THESE VILE CREATURES!" Blue chirped grandly.

Sci groaned, pinching his nose ridge, "No one in this house will get any sleep if you don't stop."

Blue beamed, "EXACTLY. IF WE STAY VIGILANT, THEY CANNOT ATTACK US IN OUR SLEEP."

The other skeleton only scowled, making a mental note to see if Orange could talk some sense into his brother. Until then, he'd just have to tune Blue out and hope he could get at least some rest.

Prompt 7:

"I don't know what you're talking about. I think eating my body weight in chocolate, after learning about the existence of demons, is a perfectly reasonable coping method."

Cross huffed, turning his back to the other three.

"What, demons?" Horror raised an eyebrow, crossing his arms.

"Yeah," Cross turned back around, snapping off another piece of chocolate to shove in his mouth when he finished talking, "Your 'boss' or whatever."

Killer chuckled, "You think Nightmare is a demon?"

"Have you seen him? Unstable form, evil, dark, and ominous, it all makes sense." Cross retorted, shoving a chocolate-covered finger at Killer's chest.

The skeleton smirked, dark streaks running from his empty eye sockets, "That would imply Dream's an angel, right?"

Cross folded his arms across his chest, responding promptly, "Yes, I suppose it would."

Killer snickered as Horror rolled his eye and walked away, clearly not wanting to be included in this conversation anymore. Dust remained standing passively, his hands tucked in his pockets, face hidden by his hood.

"Wait-" Cross's sockets narrowed suddenly, "No. I didn't- It's not like that!"

Killer laughed, retreating backward quickly and calling out from his cupped hands, "Ohhhh, Nightmare!!!"

"KILLER," Cross howled, jumping up, scattering uneaten chocolate and empty wrappers from his lap, eyes widening in panic.

Prompt 8:

"Oh we're taking the murder route this time? Ok."

Killer rolled his shoulders with a grin. "I love it when I get to have a little fun."

Fresh remained where he was, his hands in his pockets, an unwavering grin that felt very smug to the gang facing him. His glasses flashed back to their usual bold blue and yellow letters against the black background.

Dust didn't move either, and the shadows hiding his face made him unreadable.

Killer glanced at him with a flash of irritation, "What's the matter, Dusty? Scared of the walking pride flag?"

The hooded skeleton gave no response, simply taking an almost unnoticeable step back.

"That dude knows how ta make a smart choice, brah." Fresh chirped in his gratingly annoying voice.

It made Killer grit his teeth, his grin twitching downward for just a moment before he forced it back up with a flick of his wrists, swinging the knives he wielded. "No biggy. I can still kick your [ASH]."

Killer froze, "The hell..? What the [FUNK] was that?"

"Them are some bad words, broski. Can't be sayin' those 'round here," Fresh's grin widened.

Killer felt himself growing angrier. This guy was really starting to get on his nerves. Before he could charge him or even shout another insult, Horror had snatched Killer up, throwing him over his shoulder and teleporting away.

"Tried to warn ya." Dust's gravelly voice spoke from under his hood, tone completely neutral.

Killer growled in frustration, storing his knives away with a flourish: "We coulda taken that 90s freak."

"There are plenty of other places to get supplies, idiot," Horror sighed heavily. "If he could change your words, just think what else he could do."

"Whatever," He huffed, his empty sockets narrowing, "I think you two are just a couple of wimps."

"Heh. Can't just dip on me like that, bro. I got some beef with you now. Totally ruined my vibe."

Prompt 9:

"Please stop responding to every threat with 'Oooh~ Kinky!'."

Killer growled, narrowing his eyes at the other skeleton.

Lust smirked, "Or maybe you should just stop threatening me, darling."

"Not my fault you're a weirdo," Killer crossed his arms.

"Takes one to know one.." Lust practically purred, leaning back against the wall. "And I, for one, find weirdos have the most... intriguing interests..."

Killer visibly shuddered, "On second thought, I think I hear Nightmare yelling at me.."

Lust simply chuckled as Killer darted off, leaving him alone. That is, until Fresh appeared beside him.

The taller skeleton raised an eyebrow at Lust, "That's pretty homosexual, brah."

"I mean, I'm open to anyone who's interested..." Lust smirked wider, "But no, I simply enjoy making him squirm... It's amusing."

Fresh grinned, "Fair point, broski. I've had my fair share of messin' with him."

Prompt 10:

"Stop trying to eat the guests!"

The Ink doll flailed wildly around, suspended by the blue strings.

Error narrowed his gaze at the Fresh puppet opposite the table, moving its hands as he spoke for it, "But Ink! I'm a psychopathic maniac with a disgusting, flailing parasite for a brain! I don't know anything else!"

The glitch smirked, tightening the strings on his miniature version of himself. "I don't know why you invited that freak to the dinner anyway, Ink. You should have known he would cause trouble!"

"Error, please!" the Ink doll cried. "We need you to delete Fresh and save the party!"

The dozen or so assorted dolls bounced wildly, and a murmured, cheering agreement came from Error as he moved his own puppet forward. "Prepare to die, stupid anomaly!"

He cast his strings over the Fresh doll, looping them around its arms and legs before tossing it out of view and proudly placing his mini-self's hands on its hips.

"There you are," The Error puppet nodded proudly, "No need to fear! I have eliminated the threat."

The classic doll strode forward. Error opened his mouth to continue before a loud snicker from behind him nearly startled him out of his bones. He whirled, dolls dropping to the ground as his strings slackened. The stupid squid was leaning on his oversized paintbrush, grinning smugly.

"Wow, Error," Ink chuckled, "Didn't take you to be the hero type."

Error stiffened, his glitches flaring wildly. He could feel a building pressure in his head, either the beginning of a headache or a crash. He didn't really care at the moment. All he wanted to do was bash Ink's skull in and string him up for all eternity. Yeah, that sounded reasonable to him.

Prompt 11:

"Do you happen to have a crowbar? I need one because of reasons."

Ink gave Horror a guarded grin.

"Do I want to know these reasons?" Horror narrowed his gaze slightly, one visible eye trained carefully on Ink.

The artist blinked, his gaze switching to a red 'x' and a green circle, "No, I do not think you will."

Horror paused momentarily, "Does it have anything to do with Error?"

Ink froze, "Uh.. maybe...?"

The larger skeleton relaxed back into the chair, "There's one in the hall closet. Just don't do anything Dream or Nightmare wouldn't."

"Thanks!" Ink brightened, nearly bouncing over to the closet. "That's a pretty vague range you've given me."

"Eh. He probably deserves it," Horror shrugged.

Ink had found what he was looking for, smacking it on his open palm as though testing its hardness, his voice a low growl, "Oh yes, he does.."

Prompt 12:

"To be fair, I wasn't the only one who thought that setting them on fire was an appropriate response."

Killer defended himself with a shrug.

Dream scowled at him, "Who else agreed? I seem to recall you seeing the cows loose in the field and immediately running off to set fire to the forest!"

"Blueberry yelled 'Smores!' when I yelled 'Arson!'" Killer frowned. "I took that as agreement."

Dream took a deep breath, "You're honestly using Blueberry as your reasoning? You're kidding me."

"Uhhh... No?" Killer tilted his head.

"Hey, Dream?" Ink jogged over, his expression bewildered, "Why is there a burning forest?"

Dream simply sighed, "Killer decided that the best way to calmly herd the cows back into their pen was to light the entire forest on fire."

Ink frowned, glancing between Killer and Dream. "Why would he think that?"

"I don't know, Ink." Dream gave an exhausted, somewhat sarcastic, half-hearted smile, "Why don't you ask him?"

"Whatever. Forget it. I knew trying to help out was a lost cause anyway." Killer muttered under his breath, avoiding their gazes.

Dream heaved another sigh, "Killer, come on. It's not a lost cause. You just need a little more practice."

"Yeah. Sure." He practically growled, glaring at the ground.

Prompt 13:

"....Do I want to know why you thought bringing a shovel was necessary?"

Ink squinted at Classic, his eyelights dual question marks.

Classic gazed passively at the small group, "What? I figured digging us out of any sticky situations would be helpful." He tapped the handle with a chuckle.

Ink snorted, prompting Blue to roll his eyes, thoroughly unamused.

"It could help get a handle on things," Classic continued, "Or provide a path for some ground-breaking humor..."

Blue scowled, unamused. Ink, on the other hand, was openly chuckling. Dream simply watched the interaction, keeping quiet.

"Are you done, or do we need to scrap the mission so you can run your comedy club?" Huffed Nightmare with a roll of his eye.

Classic shrugged, "Not a fan of puns, got it." He stabbed the shovel into the ground. "I'd hate to be a stick in the mud, so I'll probably head out. Have fun, fellas."

Dream and Blue blinked in disbelief as he sauntered off in some random direction, abandoning his shovel.

"So he just left. Wow. Okay," Dream murmured.

Nightmare furrowed his brow, "Why did you want him for the mission anyway?"

"I didn't," Dream glanced at his brother, "He specifically asked if he could..."

Ink shrugged with a light chuckle, "Guess he just wanted an audience for his shovel puns. Can't really blame him, I guess."

"Well, I can." Nightmare growled lowly.

Error suddenly opened a portal with a deep scowl, "No, you can't. Classic is perfect, unlike you anomalies." And he was gone as soon as he'd appeared.

Tada! Thanks for making it way down here- I'ma just say on Prompt 9, Fresh is not judging Lust for his preferences. He's simply making an observation ^^

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