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“Dust?” He stared at the two standing in front of him. Nightmare, his boss, and a new, much younger, smaller skeleton. Couldn't be older than 18.
“Hm? Yeah?” He asked, snapping out of his thoughts. Nightmare sighed, pointing.
“The other two. Grab the., will you?” And with that, he was off. The two older skeletons weren't hard to find, Dust spotting them in the kitchen.
“Hey, boss brought someone he'd like us to meet.”
Cross. His name was Cross. Dust was right in his thoughts that the boy looked young. He was 17, neither an adult by human nor monster standards. And Nightmare wanted him to join the gang? No, Dust wouldn't have it. Let him stay, but refused to let him go on any missions.
“Criss Cross!” Killer called out, “Here's a quick rundown, kay?” He said something about Horror and how he made sure everyone ate. Only after did Killer say Dust might be a bit protective at first was he hunted down and attacked. Serves him right.
It was a lot more than Cross had expected. True to Killer's words? Dust hadn't left his side since he joined, protecting him when it was thought to be needed. Cross didn't mind it actually, it wasn't something that had happened in his own au.
“Cross? Can we talk for a moment?” Nightmare walked towards Cross, hands folded neatly. “Is Dust perhaps bothering you with his antics? I can get him to stop, if you wish.”
“No! No, it's fine, boss!” Cross shook his head. It was nice knowing someone was looking out for him.
“Alright. We'll, tell me if that changes,” Nightmare spoke, leaving shortly after. Not a while later, Horror and Dust walked in. The two seemed to be having a debate about something. Dust had his arms crossed, as Horror went to hit himself with a facepalm.
“I'm telling you, Dust! You're acting stupid about this!” Horror shouted, throwing his hands in the air. Afterwards, he turned and spun out of the room, frustrated.
“You little- oh, Cross. Hi,” Dust muttered, noticing Cross. He waved in reply.
It got awkward rather quickly, with nobody talking.
“So, uhm. Got any siblings?” That was a stupid question. All Sans had a Papyrus.
“Hm, no, not anymore,” the reply was short. More of a statement then an answer. That went so well-
“I do hope you haven't been bothered by my uh.. overprotectiveness? If you've picked up on it.” Was.. Dust embarrassed because of it?
“Dust, it's fine, really. The attention is actually pretty nice,” He hadn't meant to say that last part out loud.
“Oh..! Well, I'm uh.. glad? You aren't upset by it. If you would like me to stop though-” A shrill shout refused to let him finish.
“Accept it, Dust! You have a new little brother!” Killer. Of course it was. As his voice faded, Dust's frantic footsteps could be heard following.
Huh, maybe Cross really could be happy here.