So there I was, sitting on a couch, wrapped in a blanket and sipping hot chocolate as the one called Dream healed me using some form of..magic? I wasn't sure. I had been carried through some sort of gateway to a different..universe, they might have called it, since I couldn't walk without excruciating pain surging through my body. In any case, Dream had offered to heal my wounds, and I was not going to turn that down. The one known as Ink was currently doing something in a different room..he still made me feel on edge, as if I should have been wary around him; I didn't have any cause to trust him, but I needed someone to trust..Dream just didn't give off the feel of one who could have been trusted..leaving Ink. I still wasn't sure if I was really ten years old, but my short stature somewhat gave off the impression that I was young, despite my mind's random thought processes. I decided that amnesia - as they were calling my condition - might have made one feel older? That was the only explanation I could come up with. I wanted to ask about my past, but whenever I posed a question, Dream just told me to wait until Ink returned..I just wanted something to hold on to.
"What about parents?" I tried once more. "Do I have parents?"
"I'm not going to tell you until everyone's ready." Dream waved my questions off.
"How long?"
"It should be any moment, now."
"You said that ten minutes ago..."
"I know, but Ink is rarely on time..just wait a little longer."
"Okay.."
"I'm back!" Ink declared, returning to the room.
"Oh, welcome back, Ink!" Dream smiled happily. "Why were you gone for so long?"
"I was just..rearranging Dusty's room!"
"Oh, that's nice."
"I have a room?" I hadn't known that.
"Of course you do!" Ink chuckled.
"Ooh. Can I ask questions now?"
"Ink?" Dream looked to Ink.
"Well, sure!" Ink sat next to us. "Ask anything you want, and we'll answer your questions to the best of our ability!"
"Do I have parents?" I started.
"Well, they've been dead for a long time..you didn't remember them before, in any case."
"Why are you taking care of me?"
"Well, the orphanage was filled, and we were..next in line? Um, yeah..we took you in as a toddler."
"Why?"
"Because we didn't want you living on the..streets?"
"Why?"
"Because we wanted to, okay?"
"Okay..am I really ten?"
"Yep!"
"Can you prove it?"
"I'm afraid you'll just have to take our word for it."
"Why am I hurt?"
Ink paused for a moment. "You ran off..you really worried us, you know; we don't know how you got so injured, but please stay inside until you're better."
"..Oh..I'm sorry.."
"It's all right!" Dream comforted.
"...What's with the talk about a fight?"
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From Murder to Dust
FanfictionIt wasn't as if he didn't care for them. He did. That's why he did it, after all. He couldn't watch them suffer, so he did something about it. Dust Sans story with Nightmare's gang.
