Dust had just woken up to voices, although they weren't voices from anyone else it was the voices he had hated ever so much. They echoed his brain telling him he was less than and that he was better off dead.

He staggered into the bathroom in the hall and shut the door behind him.

In his pocket he kept a small blade tgat shined silver, it was sharp and could cut you most likely just from touching it.

He brought the blade across his arm that wasn't wrapped up and made a thin but deep cut. Hopefully this would make the voice happy and it would leave him alone.

He let out a sharp and shaky breath. He cut in multiple times and purple-red blood dripped down into the sink. Dust avoided looking at the mirror knowing he might be urged to break it if he looked at it.

He sucked in air through his clenched teeth as he felt the pain finally go through his arm. Soon a knock echoed the room from the door causing Dust to jump and squeak.

"... Sorry.. Dust." It was Horrors voice. "Oh uh! It's fine don't worry.." "What are you doing..?" "Uhm! Uh- nothing one second.." He attempted to put his blade away but it fell to the floor and made a clattering noise. ".. Fuck.." Dust muttered as he reached down to grab it attempting his best not to get any blood on the nice clean floor.

".. Dust? Was that a knife..?" "Uh no-" Horror forced the door open and saw Dusts arm with blooding dripping down it and the small blade.

Horror sighed and grabbed Dust, putting him over his shoulder. "Put me down Horror..!" "No.."

He carried him to the kitchen and put him down on the counter where he sat, his face flared from embarrassment a bright purple. Cross walked in and saw only making Dust blush brighter.

"Uhh-?" He pointed at Dust causing hom to cover his face with his hands. "Why is he bleeding Horror?" Horror held up the small blade with blood still rashly on it before going through the cupboard and finding bandages.

He wrapped Dusts arm after rolling his sleeve all the way up. "Dust why'd you do that?" Cross asked moving closer to look at the injuries.

".. Voices.." Was all Dust said before shutting his eyes. "Voices? Do you hear voices in your head Dust?" "... Only one.... Paps..." Cross sighed from hearing that.

Dust grabbed his scarf and brought it up to his mouth covering part of his face. "Dust... try not to.. listen to him.." Dust nodded. Horror helped the smaller down from the counter and sat him on the couch.

"Does Papyrus.... Talk to you a lot..?" "No not really, only when I'm vulnerable." Horror nodded. "Has it resulted in anything... Else, like other than cutting yourself..?" "Uh, once while looking in a mirror I broke it, well not because of Paps I don't think." "Okay.... Anything else?"

Dust thought for a second. "He causes me to kill sometimes, he thinks that anyone I come across is just free EXP and sometimes it's too much to bare." "Can you.... See him?" "Yes, usually it just feels like he's trying to choke me- like with the scarf."

"Okay.... Do you physically... Talk to him? Or is he in your mind?" "Physically."

Horror sighed, "thank you.... For trusting us." Dust shrunk a little bit and nodded. "... Remember.. If you need to talk to someone... I am here.." "Thank you."

They stayed silent for a few minutes before Dust broke it and hugged Horrors side. Horror smiled and hugged him with one arm.

"... I am curious however.. How old are you?" "Uhm, 24, you?" "... 36.. Killer is 30, Cross is 34, and boss is 506.." Dust stared at him for a second. "Why- how- am I seriously the youngest one here by a landslide-?"

Horror chuckled, "if you're curious about boss he's like a demi-god almost.... He's basically immortal unless it comes to positivity and his brother... Whose made of positivity.." Dust nodded, that made sense.

The stayed silent for a little while. "Dust... Do you like.. cooking?" "I don't really know how to much." ".... I could.. teach you..? Like making.. Lunch?"

"Sure" Horrors face lit up, he's used to only cooking alone since the others weren't huge fans of cooking, maybe he'd finally having a cooking buddy? He stood up, bringing Dust up with him and started towards the kitchen and washed off his hands, Dust following.

Horror grabber all different kinds of ingredients to make sandwiches. ".. It's a good starting food." Dust nodded, that made sense.

Horror got out two large sandwich breads and cut them open. "... Here you can put some of the meat on them.." He gestured to the ham, turkey and such.

Dust folded and laid each of the different meats down on one side of each of the sandwiches, Horror putting down cheese after that. He set the oven and put the large sandwiches on a pan.

".. Once this rings we put them in." "Okay"

After a couple of minutes of them just chatting about random things it rung. Horror took the pan and put it on then setting a timer on the oven. "..If you want you can take it out and cut it.."

"Oh uh- alright."

After another couple minutes but more like 10-ish minutes it rung again, sorry I'm a sucky writer.

Dust put on some oven mitts and opened the oven taking them out. Horror grabbed two knives and gave Dust one. "You cut this one I cut the other."

Horror started, he cut it into 5 different pieces, Dust then soon followed. ".. It's enough for each person to get 2. Though I doubt you'll eat both probably 1 maybe even just a half, I will only eat 1, Killer will most likely ask for your extra and Cross will just take mind, Boss will eat his and do whatever he does in his room."

".. What does uh- 'boss' do?" Does he talk to you very much or is he just shut in and in his room all the time?" "Hm.. Weirdly enough he has moods.... Like sometimes he'll be with us in the Living Room all day and them other times he's just in his office.... Probably working."

"That makes sense" ".. Can you go get boss? I'll get the other two.." "Okay."

Dust walked out and stepped up the stairs as quickly as he could without running and walked briskly in the hall until reaching the end of it. There was Nightmares room, it said "BOSS" in black on the light door.

He knocked lightly, "who is it?" His anxiety started to puff up in his throat. "Uh- Dust.." The door creaked open slowly, "Dust? What is it you need? Didn't I say go to Killer if you needed something?"

"Uh- yes you did, me and Horror decided to make him sandwiches for lunch, I wanted to inform you in case you wanted some." Nightmare chuckled, "Alright thank you for informing me Dust, let me finish some papers and I will be down." Dust nodded quickly and went back downstairs.

".. Are they coming?" "Uh yes, he said he'd be down after finishing some papers." Horror continued setting up the dining table where Cross and Killer were sitting, Dust took the same seat he had sat in the night before.

Horror moved the sandwiches onto the table, as he expected he gave Cross 3, Killer 3, himself 1, Dust 1, and Nightmare 2. Everyone at the table seemed content about their amounts. Nightmare walked down and took his seat, setting his coffee next to his plate.

Everyone ate their food, Dust only eating half of his sandwich, just like Horror expected. Nightmare looked over at Dust, he was tapping the table lightly with his finger, his legs also bouncing, he seemed relentless.

"... Dust." Dust stopped and looked up his anxiety getting worse. "Y- yes boss?" "You may be excused, please wash your plate off in the sink." Dust lit up and smiled, "thank you sir." He stood up taking his plate and rushing to the sink to rinse it off.

Cross looked iver at his boss, not expecting him to let Dust leave and just know he wanted leave in the first place. They heard the sink focet go for a few moments before it stopped and he rushed upstairs, still trying not to run.

"He seemed anxious." Was all Nightmare said before he sipped on his coffee and standing up with his empty plate and going to rinse off his things as well.

Later in the day it was dinner time, Nightmare tapped on Dusts door, waiting for an answer. "Hm what?" He heard the other answer somewhat not in a great mood.

"It is time for dinner" "uh- I'm not really hungry right now, thank you though, boss." Nightmare sighed and walked his way towards the dining table.

As they ate their food Nightmare paused any conversations they were currently having. "Boys" their attention was caught. "Dust seems to not be the most- stable person out there. I want to know that you three will take care and watch out for him, he is the youngest one here after all."

The three of them nodded, "yes boss." Then the rest of dinner was silent.

In Dusts room he stared at the ceiling, his grey ceiling trying to fall asleep. He was hungry but he forced that down for now, trying to fall asleep.

Finally, after minutes and possibly an hour of trying get his body to calm down and fall asleep, he did sinking into the dark hole that is sleep. (I mean it's basically a trial run for death- )