#now I’m gonna work on some DS Drue one shot

[asukamood]

Do you all remember this?

Yeah so I was pretty inspired for a part two so here is it, I also headcanon DS Dream not being able to stand spicy food.

Why? He looks like he would vaporise if he did. I also like to project onto him.

Anyways, enjoy.

Part 1 — Part 3 — Bonus Chapter

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It was currently 2 pm or an hour after Nightmare broke down the entrance door to pieces before launching himself at Dream like a grenade. 5 minutes after his emotional outburst, Nightmare processed what he had done and his pride shattered in seconds, eyes widening in horror at the realization.

Dream had laughed at the reaction, succeeding in pissing the living out of Nightmare. He needed to find a way to get revenge but how—

Oh never mind, he got an idea.

“Heeeey Dream?“ He called, spacing out the first word as he sneaked closer to the latter, who had his mind focused on a novel. “Wanna play a game?”

“I know that tone.” Dream said, not getting his eyes off the page he was reading. “You’re planning to stir trouble again.”

Nightmare scoffed, crossing his arms as his face twisted into a pout. “Excuse you, I’m a very innocent man.” The ‘unlike what your future self thinks’ part was left unsaid, a ghost thought wandering in his mind. He didn’t need to confuse that Dream more than he already was.

“Mhm.” Dream fake acquiesced, not even bothering to put his thoughts into words anymore, too caught up in the story.

Nightmare took offense to that and almost immediately snatched the book from the other’s grip, who took a solid second to process what just happened. When he finally did, he sent a glare in his direction.

“Nightmare, give it back.” He ordered, his eyes glowing with warnings.

“Nah.” He put the book aside, making sure to keep the page Dream was on. If he had made him lose it, he was pretty sure the other would immediately run to the tree and bite into the first apple he would see. “I want to play the game with you.”

Dream raised an eyebrow. “What’s the game? I swear if you tell me it’s seven minutes in heaven—“

“No no no!” Nightmare exclaimed, waving his hands hysterically. “It’s not that, I promise!” He let his arms fall to his sides again when he was sure he managed to convince Dream. “It’s truth or dare.”

“Truth or dare?” Dream repeated, scratching his chin in thought. This game looked innocent on paper but it could quickly escalate depending on the truth or the dare.

“Yeah but instead of the traditional one where we have to pick questions on the spot and where we get to choose one of the two, I suggest we use a wheel and write our questions and dares beforehand and just pick them once the time has come. It’s gonna be more entertaining this way, I would know.”

Dream opened his mouth and closed it several times, visibly conflicted. This game screamed disaster and chaos but Nightmare looked eager to play it, plus, with the emotional outburst an hour ago, he feared he would get upset again.

A long defeated sigh escaped his mouth. “Okay, I’ll partake in your… suspicious game.”

“Great!” Nightmare didn’t even try to comment on the ‘suspicious’ part, he had to admit it sounded fishy. “You can go get the wheel, I’ll start gathering the papers.”

Dream nodded and disappeared around a corner to reach their room while Nightmare rolled on the floor to get to the drawers, sanity? Never heard of it. He grabbed two pens and tucked papers below his elbow before skipping back towards the couch. He was about to go and walk to take two empty baskets until he remembered that he could just teleport them to him.

He glanced at the corridor, Dream didn’t seem to have found the wheel yet. Perfect.

He held his two hands up and closed his eyes, sure enough, two baskets appeared out of thin air and he smiled. These powers could be very convenient when they wanted.

“Sorry, it was buried underneath all your figurines.” Dream apologized through the door before opening it wide, he was holding the famous wheel in his hands. “Who knew that this thing you bought on impulse that one day would come in handy.”

“What can I say? I’m a genius." Nightmare wriggled his eyebrows as Dream gave him a deadpanned look.

“Whatever helps you sleep at night.” The brown-haired man sat on the opposite couch and put the wheel down in the center. “How many dares and questions do we have to write?”

Nightmare hummed. “Ten each sounds good.”

“Alright.” Dream agreed and took the pen that Nightmare was handing him. After that, they spent around ten minutes focusing on the task at hand in silence, which was only broken by Nightmare’s furious scribbling and Dream’s hesitant one. He had never been the creative one, unlike Nightmare who was the complete opposite when it came to that.

“Well, you sure do have a lot of inspiration.” He commented after a few, watching his hand sliding down the paper rapidly and his pen waving right to left without rest.

‘Perks of writing fanfiction for so long.’

“I wouldn’t have suggested it in the first place if I didn’t, it wouldn’t be very fun to come up with something for hours.” He replied, tongue sneaking out in concentration. He had so many ideas in mind but he had to write only the juicy ones, that was a once-in-a-lifetime experience after all.

“Okay, I’m done!” He exclaimed a few seconds later, throwing his pen on the table once he did.

“Just give me a few seconds.” Dream’s hand hurried to finish the sentence he was writing before putting his pen down as well. “Here.”

They both folded each paper carefully, making sure that they were neither recognizable nor readable, before dropping them in the right basket once that was done.

“Now that the boring part is done, it’s time for the fun one! Who begins?” Nightmare was already bouncing on the couch with a beaming face, it’s been ages since he got a moment like that with Dream, of course, he would be excited.

“You’re the one who suggested the idea so you can start.” The black-haired man nodded, spinning the wheel not long after. It spun quickly on itself before slowing down and ending onto Truth.

“Here we go-“ He dove his hand into the sea of papers and grabbed one of them randomly before pulling it out and unfolding it. The writing was elegant and consistent, it must have been one of Dream’s.

“ ‘Have you ever pretended to be sick to get out of plans?’ What? That's a boring one Dream!” Nightmare whines, trying to divert the other’s attention on the fact he was currently sweating bullets.

“Answer the question, Nightmare. On our birthday last year, you faked being ill so we wouldn’t go to the animal shop didn’t you?” Dream had a scary face when asking that. His eyes were empty but widened and seemed to swallow the light before pulverizing it somehow, his mouth formed a straight line and his eyebrows copied its example. Anger was obvious in his features.

“Uh-“ Nightmare stammered, holding his hands up in front of him as if they were shields. ‘Shit, I didn’t think he would remember that.’ “Listen, I know I promised it but come on! You know I’m scared of dogs!”

“So you admit it then?” If Nightmare had to describe how dangerous Dream seemed right now, he would tell you that he currently looked like a Dark Souls boss.

“Please stop making that face. You’re terrifying like that.” He trembled like a leaf in the wind. “Yes, I admit, I did it.”

“Then why did you promise we would go if you were planning to pull that cheap trick on me?” He insisted, hardening his glare.

“yoUR TURN-“ Nightmare slapped the wheel himself to dodge that question, not wanting to tell him that he lied just to see Dream’s excited face because he was down very bad for him. Nope, his ego wouldn’t be able to take it.

Luckily for him, that trick seemed to work since his eyes finally stopped staring into his soul and dropped on the object below instead. The wheel spun before coming to a stop on ‘Dare’.

Nightmare’s lips twitched upward in a satisfied smile while Dream let out a sigh.

“I would have liked to accuse you of rigging the game but I’m the one who set up the wheel so I’ll just settle with a sigh.” Nightmare rolled his eyes.

“Stop wallowing in defeat and pick a dare already, we have maaaany more rounds to go.” Dream nodded and calmly took a paper before unfolding it.

“ ‘Put a blindfold on and eat whatever the person in front of you gives you.’ “ Dream paused, staring at the paper a few seconds after finishing reading. Then, he looked up at Nightmare.

“Why do you do this to me?” His voice was filled with despair. “I thought we were friends.”

“But we are, I just like messing with you.” Nightmare flashed him a grin while handing him a long black tissue. “You know the rules, and so do I.”

Dream eyed the tissue with pain in his eyes, and glanced at his friend before letting out a breath and accepting his fate. Nightmare was waiting for him to continue the song but suddenly remembered that the song was released in 2009 so Dream just couldn’t get it, what a shame.

He wordlessly tied a knot behind his head, making sure his eyes were covered. He couldn’t see anything obviously but from an outside perspective, he looked like a turtle ninja whose bandana fell on their eyes. Nightmare bit his bottom lip in an attempt not to burst out laughing.

“Alright, I’ll be right back, don’t move okay?”

“I see absolutely nothing. Where do you think I would be able to go? My grave? The hospital?” Nightmare snickered at that, flickering his forehead and earning a yelp.

“And you call me dramatic.” He shook his head before disappearing into the kitchen.

He opened the drawers and frankly started to look for a particular red tube of sauce. After a few minutes, he finally grabbed what he was looking for.

Tabasco.

An evil grin made its way on his face.

Oh Dream, sweet summer child, you have no idea what's about to happen.

Talking about him, the guardian of positivity, who was still blindfolded and alone in the living room, found himself thinking of not-so-joyous things. What if someone broke in right at this moment, came up to him, and ran through his chest with a knife, thinking they were Nightmare? What if—

“BOO!” Dream’s body jumped back against the couch as a high-pitched and not-so-manly scream was ripped out of his throat. Nightmare burst out laughing, almost doubling over.

“H-Holy shit-“ He wheezed, barely able to get a proper sentence out. “That was so loud I think the entire village heard it-“

Dream’s cheeks flared up with hot blood, embarrassment evident. “You jerk. What was that for?!” Nightmare didn’t reply, too busy laughing his head off.

“Haha, sorry sorry.” He snickered a few more before eventually calming down, an arm wrapped around his stomach. He looked over at Dream and stopped breathing for a second.

Nightmare was sure he was over Dream, he was sure he was. Yet here he was, turning into a tomato in seconds just for thinking about how cute Dream was looking right now. He was down so bad, it wasn’t even funny anymore. Suddenly, he was very thankful for that blindfold blocking Dream’s vision.

“Anyways, I got you just the perfect dish~” Oh god, Dream did not like that tone at all.

“Ugh, please just get this over with so we can do something else.” Dream tilted his head sideways with a frown, hands trembling a bit with nervousness.

“Your wish is my command, my Lord!” The jab to that title was left not understood by the other, who was a century too young to get it. Anyhow, the man happily obliged and proceeded to shove a spoon filled with Tabasco in the other’s mouth.

Dream’s mouth clamped around the spoon, taking the liquid in, not realizing it would be the cause of his demise. Nightmare slowly pulled it out of his mouth, staring at Dream’s face to see his reaction.

His eyes may have been hidden but the remaining parts of his face showed enough. At first, wrinkles of confusion appeared on his face as he took in the texture of the ‘dish’ seeing that he was probably expecting something solid.

That’s when the pain kicked in.

His eyebrows shot up at once and his face froze in that expression for one second until a noise that was a weird mix of a choke and cough sprang out of his mouth. He leaned forward awkwardly before falling and knocking the table over, gasps spilling out of his mouth like water droplets in the rain.

A hand hovered in front of his mouth while the other was grabbing onto dear life on his shirt where the heart would be.

Nightmare was starting to have trouble breathing because of how hard he was laughing.

“Are you-“ Good lord, his voice was strained and sounded like a middle-aged smoker, the painful husk of a burning throat evident in his tone. “Are you trying to kill me?!”

Nightmare snickered, crouching in front of him and tearing the blindfold off to reveal a Dream whose face was as red as the sauce he swallowed and eyes threatening to spill out tears. His pupils rolled over to look at Nightmare, which was glowing with the sparks of betrayal and pure pain.

“It’s okay Dream,” He cooed with a mocking tone to avoid being caught simping even though quite honestly, Dream looks like he wouldn’t even notice anything, because of how blurry his vision seems to be at the moment. “It’s only gonna hurt for a moment.”

Nightmare lifted Dream’s torso towards him and hugged the latter, patting his head while Dream sniffled. “I’m feeling merciful today so let’s stop here and continue later when you’ll be feeling better.”

“You’re a douchebag.” Dream rasped the words, hissing up. “Ugh, do you even know how bad that hurt? I couldn’t even speak the following seconds because of how painful it was.”

Nightmare hummed. “That’s what you get for laughing at me earlier, now come on, we’ll get you some milk.”

“All that because of earlier?” Dream groaned, letting his face fall on Nightmare’s shoulder. “I hate you so much.”

“Nah you don’t.” Nightmare snuggled even closer, happily playing with other’s brown locks.

That color suited him better than blond ever would.

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Aaand here, I also wrote a part three where they actually have access to technology because why not? I don’t know if I should really post it though. Let me know if you want to check it out anyway.