Stone Cold

Chapter 7

[Blue and Dream's movie night is @PastaGod_Italy 's idea. It's not very good but I hope you like it :)]

*Blue's POV*

Yes. I was totally going to my au to get bandaged up. Definitely not going to the so-called-villians of the multiverse.

"Hey Blue!" One of the said 'villians' greets me.

"HI DUST! WHERE'S NIGHTMARE AND ERROR? I GOTTA TALK TO THEM."

"They're in the living room."

"THANKS."

"-sTuPiD fReAkiNg SqUiD! i'M gOnNa ShOvE bRoOmIe RiGhT iNtO tHe VoId Of WhErE hIs FrEaKiNg SoUl ShOuLd Be...."

Oof. I came in in the middle of a rant. Nightmare looks so done.

"HEYA."

"FrEaKiNg- Oh Hi BlUe."

"Hello Blue. I assume you're here to talk about what happened today."

"YEP. HOW MUCH WERE YOU ABLE TO TELL DREAM BEFORE INK DRAGGED US OUT?"

"LiTeRaLlY nOtHiNg. I wAs OnLy AbLe To MeNtIoN hIs BaLaNcE bUt NoT mInE."

"OF COURSE. TYPICAL INK. I DON'T KNOW HOW MUCH LONGER I CAN DO THIS."

They looked at me sympathetically. Everyone hates Ink.

We continued our conversation. If Dream figures this out, he can reveal it to the council. I can stop pretending without being accused of having Stockholm Syndrome. Error will stop being attacked wherever he goes. I can tell Nightmare is proud of Dream for noticing something is up. He's such a softie. I snicker and he looks at me weird. Oh well.

CRASH! I jumped.

"CROSS! KILLER! I'M GONNA KILL YOU!" Dust yelled and we heard the sound of running and Horror's laughter. Knowing him, he's eating popcorn while he watches their peril.

I decide to join him. I walk out and there's beautiful chaos. Dust is chasing Cross and Killer through the halls with a butter knife. There's milk dripping off his head. Guess they dumped some milk on his head when he was buttering toast or something. Horror is running after them with a bucket of popcorn and giggling. Yes. I will join him. Nightmare mutters something under his breath and Error rolls his eyes. (We all know they love it.)

I take a handful of popcorn and start running next to Horror. This is great. Cross trips on a rug and faceplants and Killer abandons him. Dust smacks a glob of butter on his head.

"Nooooo! Killer you traitor! No Dust not the butter! Ahhhhhh I'm dead!"

"I'm sorry Cross! It had to be done! I can't die just yet!"

"AHAHAHA! There's more butter where that came from!" Dust is cackling. Dead serious. Cackling. I start laughing hysterically.

"DID YOU JUST CACKLE?! MWEH HEH HEH HEH HEH!" Dust blushes but pretends not to hear me. Killer and Cross laugh even harder. Horror spits out a bite of popcorn and starts coughing while still laughing.

Dust catches up to Killer and smacks a blob of butter on the back of his skull.

"Nooooo! I've been caught! Man down, man DOWN!"

Dust laughs with victory. Butter is a small price compared dumping milk but Dust is pretty chill so...

Now that they've calmed down a bit, Nightmare steps in and makes them clean up their mess. He's such a dad.

*Time Skip*

I went back to the Star Sanses' base. It was silent.

It felt so sad and empty compared to the fun and chaos of the Bad Sanses base. Ink is most likely in the doodle sphere. Dream...

"HEY DREAM? ARE YOU HERE? DO YOU WANT TO HAVE DINNER WITH ME TONIGHT?"

"Y-yeah I'm here Blue! I'll be down in a minute!"

He sounds shaky. He probably had another breakdown. I sigh. He's been having more of those lately. I should take him to get a mental checkup. I strongly suspect he has PTSD and maybe anxiety or depression.

I'll do my best to take his mind off of it for now. We'll just binge tv until he's calm again.

I make some tacos for dinner because tacos are superior and mine are absolutely amazing if I do say so myself. (I do by the way.)

Dream comes out and has a smile but I can tell he's upset still. He's already in pj's, long sleeve and sweat pants. That's good. He needs all the comfort he can get right now. I wonder what it was about this time. I'll ask tomorrow, he needs a break tonight.

"I MADE TACOS! THEY'RE GOING TO BE AMAZING!"

Dream smiles, genuinely this time. "I'm sure they will be. I can't wait to eat them!"

We dig in and I was right. They are delicious.

"These are really good Blue!"

"MWEH HEH HEH! OF COURSE THEY ARE! I MADE THEM AFTER ALL." Ok, so that may be a tiny bit prideful, but Dream laughed so it doesn't matter.

After dinner, I made some cookies and tea. That usually calms Dream down. By the way he was eyeing the cookies, I knew I made the right choice.

We sat down and were ready to binge. Dream isn't very technologically efficient so he doesn't have any favorite movies or tv shows yet. Last time I went to his house, I found out he didn't know how to set up the TV. He didn't even plug it in! After battles, we usually stay at the base instead of our actual homes. I don't know how the tradition started, but it's fun. Ink comes sometimes but he's usually creating in the Doodle Sphere and messing up the balance even more.

Anyways, I put on my favorite: Napstaton. He does a variety of stuff so every episode is a surprise. Me and Dream watched him do a cooking show, act in a play, spar, sing, music in general, and there was one episode where he featured his cousin Mettablook. At one point, Fresh showed up(?) and they got excited that they both call people broski and broseph. That was a weird one. I can tell Dream was enjoying himself. We watched until we fell asleep on the couch.

[I don't know what I'm doing :| I really don't know Napstaton's personality. When I looked up more about him, one website told me he called Chara broski and broseph and I was like, Fresh? Idk. Sorry if that's not actually a thing. I hope you like the chapter.]