Some things from Dusts past come to haunt him in the present but the gang will help him with this problem

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Dust wakes up but something is different than usual today. There are whispers everywhere, quiet and nerve wrecking. He gets up and looks into his drawer quickly.

Just as he is about to pull a pill out of the container he freezes. There is no more. Sh**

He puts the plastic into the trash can and goes outside his room. He tries to stop himself from panicking but it's hard. The laughter, it's everywhere.

"Brother.. how long do you intend on ignoring me?" Dust freezes at that voice and looks inside his room. There he is, his brother just like he found him that day.

Those two hands with gloves, the scarf and this floating skull with a smile. The rest of his body was already dusted as Dust found him. "You're not him."

"Or am I?" The being floats out of the room, the scarf floating near Dust, it was much longer than he remembered. "What are you waiting for brother? Let's get that sweet exp."

"No!" The mortal creates a bone attack and throws it but it just passes through the phantom. There is a sound of something shattering in his room, he hits the window. Pap- the being chuckles. "Weak like always."

"I'm not-" before Dust can finish he gets tackled, hugged and falls to the ground. It takes him a moment to realize that Cross was the one that tackled him.

"Shh it's okay, can you focus on me? Breath in and out." Cross holds the mortals head where his ear holes would be. Only now Dust realizes that he is starting to hyperventilate, he repeats after Cross.

Even though they don't need to breathe it helps with their magic circulation. It takes him a minute to calm down, for some reason he is becoming sleepy out of nowhere but he doesn't fight it.

He falls asleep without much resistance.

Cross sighs and removes his hands before he takes out his phone and calls their Boss. "Nightmare something happened to Dust.. I used sleeping magic but I'm not sure for how long he will be asleep."

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Dust can hear noises. He opens his eye sockets but it's hard with how sleepy he is. His eye sockets widen when he notices what is exactly happening. Nightmare is fighting with something.

He isn't sure what or who but that red scarf reminds him of something. The demon lord keeps on throwing the thing around like it's nothing even as it keeps on coming back and trying to attack him.

Dust releases in horror that it's pa- his bro- that being. Nightmare tangles his tentacles around the being until it gets crushed and turns into the shape of a soul, at least a fragment of it. The demon lord eats it without hesitation. Ending the bond that connected the spirit to the mortal.

Dust feels as if something was torn from him, there is hot burning pain in the center of his being as if someone put hot iron on it and just like that, in a moment it's all gone.

Nightmare notices that he is awake and walks to the bed before sitting down on it. "How are you feeling?"

"Sfrmm.." Nightmare cringes a bit. "Maybe don't speak. " The demon lord sighs.

"You're probably confused. That thing was your brother's desire to protect you, a part of his soul that couldn't leave but it got twisted along the way, instead of helping you in an unnoticeable way it decided that making you stronger than anyone else would protect you."

Dust looks at Nightmare with a poker face. Too many complicated words for his sleepy mind at the moment. The demon lord seems to notice that and just pats his head.

"Sleep. I'll be there when you wake up."

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The only reason why Dusts meds worked was because they had holy water and magic in them