I didn't expect so many of you to like the first Oneshot of this..

DustBerry is my favorite ship.

Just a heads up.

By the way when I read DustBerry I sometimes think DustBunny.

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It's been five years.

Reaper lied to us.

He said he would come back but he resigned! Sending his resignation papers through the mail even!

I don't buy it. Reaper wouldn't just disappear into thin air!

Since Reapers disappearance, Ink has taken over as police chief. Keeping little seven year old Palette by his side.

When Dream filed for a divorce, Ink won in having custody over the little artist.

I felt bad for Dream but with that whole 'him becoming a hostage' situation, he resigned after the information thing was settled. No one has heard from him since.

Stars this was bad!

If only Reaper had come back then this might've been avoided!

Putting my head in my hands I groaned in frustration. My desk was littered with papers as usual while one of my coworkers passed by. A neutral expression on his face as he knocked over my closed water bottle, "Maybe clean up a little baby Blue." They suggested, spitting the words out in venom.

I mumbled an 'ok' as I fixed my previously standing water. It wasn't uncommon for me to get bullied at the work place. It just intensified when Dream left and Ink got promoted.

My loud, obnoxious attitude never went unnoticed by my coworkers, thus resulting in the rude comments I received. At least, that's what most of my co-workers told me.

Work was scary. I loved the job but not the people attached to it, other than my previous squad mates.

Fixing up my desk, organizing my papers, and overall cleanliness. Soon after, I headed out.

I was one of the officers that patrolled the district. Surprisingly, the district was more formal to officers then the people in Delaries itself. It was strange but I got more smiles and carefree grins there then I ever did in Delaries.

Walking to my normal patrolling rout had become routine since I helped an old women named Catania walk across the street.

The district was a strange place. So strange that I normally didn't feel threatened at all whenever I entered it. It was like crime didn't exist there. Like, like, crime wasn't crime but a way of living, surviving.

I shook my head as the people's and monster's demeanor changed. Going into the district was always a process. Going to my actual post was another thing altogether.

Spotting Catania, I headed in her direction, "Catania!" I exclaimed in too much happiness for Catania's taste. As she sometimes says.

The old women turned towards me as she waited on the side walk, "Oh Blue. I told you I didn't need help you stupid boy." She scolded, her greyed hair pulled back in a messy bun today. Her loosely worn dress tied around the waist with slip on shoes. Some of her husbands ashes residing in the pendant around her neck. She was a faithful women with a cane and fiery attitude.

Catania, even now, was a very stubborn women. Smiling brightly at her, I stood beside her as I took her hand in mine, "You know I can't just leave you like that Catty." She requested I called her Catty if I did insist on helping her across the street.

She rolled her eyes, "Persistent stupid boy." Her mutterings fell on deaf ears. She never meant anything she said ether. Kind old women. Always concerning herself with others safety.

Although, as caring as she was I knew something else lurked behind her stubborn facade. A criminal? A broken child? A trauma victim? She never explained her life or her story to me. But her body was encased in scars. I'd seen them before when she would wear shorter pants or short sleeves. The women honestly didn't care what people saw on her skin.

I held out my hand to stop a car. They waved me across as I tugged Catania gently along, "You know my boy. A fellow just like yourself will help me on days your not here." Catania always ended up mentioning a fellow that did the same as I whenever I wasn't around.

"Oh? What's their name?" I was genuinely curious, thinking not many nice souls lived on these streets.

Catania chuckled, "He's a skeleton like yourself. Although his bones are yellow and he looks quite strange. But his name is Wish. His people run this part of town." She explained.

Wish? Wasn't that the monster that gave the police force that information on almost every gang they knew of?

"I know what your thinking my boy. Wish is a good soul. As kind as they come despite what his job demands." She said it as if he really is a good soul.

I panic, "I-I'm not thinking what you think I'm thinking!" I stuttered as my cheeks flushed blue. Making it across the street I let go of her hand.

"You're not? Then tell me boy, what is on your mind?" She inquired as her hardened baby blue eyes stared me down, "Come now, speak your mind." Even leaning on her cane she was scary!

"I was just wondering if Wish was the monster that gave th-" I cut myself off, knowing no one knew about Wish other then the most trusted police officers. I only found out because Ink was having a crisis with organizing all of Reapers papers. Reaper was a messy monster.

"Hm?" She was waiting but I shrugged.

"I'm not at liberty to give you that information Catty. You know police work is mostly secret." I scolded gently.

She rolled her eyes, "Just don't go arresting the kind soul, my boy. He hasn't done anything wrong." With that said, she turned and walked off.

I stood there for a moment watching her as she hobbled away before heading to my station.

I was always called a baby or boy by everyone I knew. It wasn't uncommon but that didn't mean I liked it. With Catania it was acceptable, since she had human decades on her shoulders.

I however, had centuries with virtually no experience. Rubbing a hand across my face my eye lights traveled across the scenery in front of me until they landed on a monster. My eyes widened has I notice him steal something from a young women who went crying after him.

Sprinting into action, I bolted across the street in pursuit of the thief. Receiving a few honks from cars that had to slam on their brakes.

The thief's hood was pulled over his face as his roughly 6'0 foot frame bolted to the right. He was some sort of monster I was sure.

My 5'5 frame skid, almost missing the right as we traveled down an alleyway. I completely forgot that this was the district, thinking I was back in Delaries with back up I could easily call.

Gaining on him, I lunged forward only to be whipped to the left, slamming into a wall. I cried out as pain exploded throughout my side. I crumpled to the ground while taking in a painful breath. I clenched my eyes shut from the pain. Stars that hurt!

"You didn't have to slam him so hard Fantasy!" A light feminine voice scolded worriedly.

"Did you want Mark to get tackled? Mark would've done worse damage darling." This Fantasy guy mused.

I felt gentle hands pressing lightly on my bones, a groan escaping me as pain shot through me.

I heard the women sigh, "I don't think you broke anything. But this officer will be sore for a while. He might want to check-" She tried to comment but got cut off.

"Mark! The fuck is yer problem man!" I heard another women shout.

"Oh, I'm so sorry princess! Did the popo getting hurt worry you?" I'm assuming it was Mark who said that. That sarcasm is lovely.

"My fuckin brother coulda done a better job then yer ass!" The women shouted.

"Course I coulda, Ma taught me better then ya Lexi." Someone scoffed smugly.

"Shut up asshole." Lexi barked.

"I'll challenge yer ars to a race. What do ya say?" I can't even tell who was who anymore.

Soon the voices just started mixing as I fell into a dreamless sleep.

~

I woke slung over someone's shoulder almost like I weighed nothing. Groaning from the pain in my rib cage I noted that it was dark out and I was in a completely new area I didn't recognize.

My sockets were half lidded as I groggily tried to take in my surroundings. Buildings past but it was to dark for me to make out anything.

Hearing the jingling of keys and a lock being turned I realized we'd stopped moving.

A door opened and we entered, what looked to me, like a very sketchy apartment building.

Climbing some stairs I grit my teeth as my bones protested the movement. This was bad. Who was this guy? I didn't even know if it was a girl. Girls can lift too right?

I shook my head while remaining limp on the persons shoulder, not really wanting to move. Stars my bones still hurt. What was it I hit with anyways?! I couldn't even remember. All I did remember was voices and someone talking about a race.

The keys jingling caught my attention again. I always got distracted easily.

Another door opened and I was hit with the scent of pine. Maybe this person liked the forest?

The person shut the door behind them and locked it.

"Are you awake enough to walk?" The persons gruff voice sounded male so I guess it's a guy like myself. It startled me from how familiar it was too.

"I, uh. I'm not sure." Wincing at my scratchy tone. I honestly didn't know if I could walk. Probably wouldn't be able to stand straight either. I did hit a wall- I think -at full force after all, "I can try." Putting a hand to my skull, I tried to focus even though the room felt like it was spinning.

The person slowly lowered me to my feet, my bones once again protesting the movement, "Stars that hurts." I muttered as I slid off his shoulder.

"Easy." He caught me with a chuckle before I fell.

"Sorry." I leaned against him, my head resting against his chest.

I heard him chuckle again, "Damn. Whoever attacked you got you good." He commented in a low voice.

I felt a jolting pain as something touched the right side of my skull, "Ow!" I stumbled away almost falling again.

He caught me before I could do anymore damage, "Alright. You can't walk." He concluded, proceeding to gather me in his arms again, carrying me deeper into his home. I can't see anything in this room! The monster- I'm assuming -plopped me down on something soft.

His footsteps thudding away as sudden bright light blinded me. I clenched my eyes shut as I rubbed my sockets. Blinking and rubbing as my eyes adjusted, "So what's your name?" I asked, genuinely curious. Somethings wrong. Maybe I need sleep?

I heard a sigh, "Blue you should know who I am." They snapped as I got distracted with a lamp shade that had the most wonderful purple on it. It was to my left on a pretty end table. It looked dusty though.

"This lamp is pretty." I squealed childishly, wincing as my bones protested me even moving that much.

"Stay still would you. I need to get my first aid kit." They growled as I heard them stomping out of the room.

Who was this monster? They're all fuzzy and look cuddly.

I curiously looked around despite my right eye socket feeling funny. I saw blurry paintings, cream colored walls, the sofa I was on had a funny looking polka dotted color. It seemed like a bright place.

The monster came back and jerked my jaw so I was facing him. I hissed in pain, "That hurt!" I whined.

The monster sighed, "Then stop acting like a child." He growled.

"You sound like a dog." I commented absentmindedly as he touched something to my skull.

"I normally sound like this." He huffed as I hissed in pain.

"Where are we? Who are you? How did you find me? Who were those people? Are you fuzzy? Why do you look so blurry?" I sputtered out question after question. I didn't know I had so many! I hate being nervous. It makes things just fly out of my mouth!

I felt something wrap around my right socket. Assuming it was a bandage of some kind, "Are you a doctor? Is that why you're patching me up?" I inquired.

"Just shut up." He snapped quietly as he went to unbutton my uniform.

I caught his wrists, "W-Wait!" I stuttered, suddenly feel self conscious, "I-I can do it!" I offered.

"You can barely see straight let alone clearly if you haven't even recognized me yet." He sounded irritated. He also had a point.

I huffed in disappointment whining out a fine.

"I forgot how much of a child you could be." He muttered as my top dropped to the sofa. Hearing him take a breath, he muttered shit, "Well Blue, your ribs aren't broken. They are cracked pretty good though." Touching one, I hissed at him.

He chuckled in response.

"So who are you?" I inquired again.

"You and your stupid questions." He growled as I felt him wrapping my ribs. Once in a while wandering to my shoulders and neck.

I giggled and hissed as he brushed against one of my ticklish bones, "Why won't you answer my questions?" I questioned again.

"Because you need sleep. I don't want to entertain you more then necessary ether." He muttered quietly as he stood and walked off again.

"But I don't want to sleep." I whined, "I'll just wake up in a different place. Pappy will get mad if I'm gone all night too." I muttered before freezing, "Oh no Pappy!" With my mind somewhat functioning again I remembered how angry Pappy will be. Pappy never liked my career choice, despising it to the point that if I ever got hurt he'd lock me up forever! Not literally but he won't let me do anything myself! I'm not a child but he always thinks I need protection.

The monster came back, shoving a drink and a small item in my hands, "Pop that," he pointed to the item in my hand, "in your mouth and swallow it whole with that water Blue." He instructed. I can't even remember when I took my medicine. Oh stars he's going to think I'm crazy!

Popping the item in my mouth I swallowed it whole while chugging the water. I shook my head as a fuzzy feeling encased my skull, "wat us twat?" My words slurred as I slumped forward, my cup plummeting to the ground with a tap. It was a plastic cup I think.

Feeling warm arms encircled me, "Sleep Blue, you need it." I heard the monster chuckle to himself as he laid me down on a pillow. A blanket fanning my face as it was laid on me.

A dreamless sleep once again greeted me while pulling me into its depths.

~

I slowly woke to hushed voices.

"You found Blue?" Someone asked.

"Yes Killer. I found Blue." Wait Killer?

"Dreamy isn't gonna like it." Killer commented. He knows Dream? Where is he?

"Do you think I give a shit? Blue got attacked by Seven Gates. They left him for dead in that alleyway." Is that Dust? Oh stars no!

"Then keep him as your little pet if you don't wanna let him leave." Killer offered. What!?

"I don't want to force him Killer. He was my best friend at one point." Dust pointed out, "Enough about Blue. How's Dream?" Dust asked, wanting to change the subject.

The glee and adoration was unmistakable, "He's heavily pregnant. We're excited for our first born." My thoughts froze.

"I'm happy for you." Dust congratulated.

Killer breathed a sigh, "Sorry about Horror. I know you two were close. Hopefully Nightmare will get his head out of his ass and see what actually happened." Killer comforted.

I heard Dust scoff, "He's the boss. Bosses get what they want wether it's a break up or a sick twisted amusement for pain." He growled.

"I'll leave so Blue stops pretending to be sleeping." Killer commented with a chuckle.

I groaned in disappointment. Of course they knew! Stars, how bad was I at acting?

Opening my eyes, I winced at the bright light that was the sun. I reached up with both hands to rub my sockets. My bones didn't hurt as much today. That was good.

Slowly sitting up, I took in my surroundings. My right socket was covered but I could see clearly with my left socket.

Now looking at the room it was a soft caramel color. The burry paintings where actual picture frames with many pictures adorning them. The lamp wasn't purple but a maroon color with frills adorning the ends of it. My 'bed' was a mix of violet and crimson. I hope that's not blood.

The monster from yesterday crouched I front of me. Starling me as I took in Dust's scarred face. A long ugly gash painted from his left socket to his right cheek. He didn't have that before.

He took my chin, turning me to the side as he examined the right of my skull.

"You look better then yesterday at least. Seem better too. Finally recognize me now, ya?" He observed with a question as he released my chin.

My eye light examined him. His purple jacket with grey sleeves, white undershirt, black jeans and grey sneakers. His eye lights unnerved me the most with their crazed staring.

Gulping, I found my lap more interesting with a small nod.

"You're scarring the soul Dust. Back up a bit." Killer snapped.

My head shot up at Killers intrusion as he glared at Dust. He looked different with his greyed eye lights being present. His tear stained face seeming less intimidating. He seemed more full of life then before. His black jacket with a pink undershirt, orange sweatpants, and the same grey sneakers Dust had on.

Dust threw his hands up, "I'm not even touching him." He growled.

"Now." Killer snipped angrily.

In remembering more of what happened yesterday, I flushed blue, "Oh stars. Pappy is going to be so mad!" I exclaimed. Being genuinely frightened of your own sibling isn't good.

I didn't even realize I was hyperventilating until Dust yanked my chin towards him. Wide eyed and shaking I couldn't stop my small episode of panic. Trying to breath didn't work. I knew what was to come when I got home. An angry drunk Pappy was never a good thing.

"Blue, breath with me." Dust demanded as he took a deep breath.

I tried following him, eventually able to copy his pattern. Dust had effectively calmed me down but my fear for Pappy was still there.

"What was that Blue?" Dusts angry eyes flared as he released my chin.

I shied away, "N-Nothing, everything's fine." I mumbled as my legs hung off the side of the couch.

If I told anyone what Pappy was like at home I would be taken away! I loved Pappy despite his misgivings and hard thoughts on reality.

Dust rubbed his temples before chuckling to himself, "Pathetic. Why are you even a cop if you're so easily riled up." Did he think my small episode was about him?

I grit my teeth my eye lights blazing as I glared at him, "You don't know anything." I pointed out.

"Obviously not if your not even a bit freaked out that your with me and not your brother." He drawled.

Ok so he thinks it's something else, I believe, "I'm going home." I stated rather confidently, going to stand.

Dust gently pushed me back, making me fall on the couch again, "No Blue, you are staying until you're better." He sighed.

"Why do you care!?" I finally snapped, flailing my arms, "I'm a cop while you're a criminal! I should be arresting you right now! Not playing injured cop while you play caretaker convict! It doesn't work like that!" I took a heavy breath.

He took my chin again, making me look up at him, "Maybe you forgot so I'll remind you. We were friends for a year when you thought I changed my ways remember?"

"You used me!" I claimed because it felt like he did. My kindness was taken advantaged of again just, when it happened it was by a convict not someone I thought was a friend.

"Maybe if you got your head out of your ass then I wouldn't have to try an explain that I never meant for any of that to happen!" He shouted.

I pulled away from him and he let me. Gulping I resisted the urge to cry. Being shouted at always reminded me of Pappy.

Dust sighed, "I'll keep you here for a week. We'll go from there." He stated as he stood.

I heard a door slam, the walls rumbling with the force. It wasn't Dust that slammed it.

"I'll be in my room if you need me. Here's the remote." He grabbed and tossed the Tv remote next to me as it let out a low thump when it hit fabric. I didn't even realize there was a Tv here.

Dust stomped off to his room after that.

I was left alone with my thoughts.

The Tv was across the room sitting on top of a stand when I finally stopped getting distracted. Movies, games, and books littering the shelving beneath it.

Turning it on, I flicked through the channels ending up stopping on a cartoon channel. Little puppet people danced across the screen as I watched.

Pappy never really let me play with the Tv despite me knowing how to use it. If I didn't still live with him then I would be doing things he'd scold me for.

One of the puppets hit the screen quite violently. I shuddered to think that's what happened to me.

Flicking through the channels again, I settled on another cartoon channel. This one much more child friendly.

A loud pounding sounded at the door, jolting me from my cartoons.

I heard a grunt as Dust came stomping back into the living room.

He pointed to me, "Shut up and stay." Then proceeded to the front door. I followed Dust with my eye until he was out of sight. Hearing the door whip open a flash of green filtered through my vision before the little green thing was in front of me.

Oh stars what a cute child! I squealed internally, a gentle smile lighting up my features as auburn star'd eye lights starred at me with awe and wonder. He looked like Palette too!

"Hello little one." I gently patted his green cap.

The child pointed at me with a lopsided grin, "You look cool!" He exclaimed.

I blinked at him, stunned for a moment, "Wha-"

"Rurik! Don't go botherin Dusts guest!" A male shouted, cutting me off.

"Sorry Pa." Rurik mumbled.

"So your name is Rurik?" I questioned, effectively distracting him. Aw! He acts like Palette too!

Rurik nodded his eyes drawn to the right of my skull, "What happened to you? Was it those Seven Gates people?" He questioned nervously. It was obvious he ether didn't like them or they scared him.

He looks seven.

"My Dad told me to stay away from them but Lexi's cool! She let me play with her kids and they climb trees like its nothing! And, and, Ro decided it would be a good idea to pick on Zinx but not in the bully way I do with Lotus." He rambled as he fiddled with his fingers.

Dust popped back into the living room, "Rurik is staying with us for the week." He stated before walking off, muttering to himself, "Marvul needs to pick off a few loose ends for Xcellence while Lucy is," he pauses with a sigh, "incapacitated..." He trails off as his door closes with a soft click.

Rurik jumps on the sofa next to me, watching Dusts door with squinted sockets.

"What are you doing?" I inquired.

"I'm watching the enemy." Rurik whispered, half his face muffled by the tall soft cushion on the back of the sofa.

I giggled, "Want to know what would be better?" I asked.

Ruriks head whipped to me as I held out a pig squeaky toy. I'd forgotten I packed it to scare Ink when he sat down in the conference meeting room, "Plant this where you think Dust will jump the most." I suggested with a grin. I hope Dusts patience for children is long. Rurik and I are going to have much fun. My grin turning twisted at the wonderful thought. All this week I was going to 'pay him back' from the little stunt he pulled with the police two years ago.

Starting to feel a little funny I frowned, remembering I still needed to take my medication.

Rurik had run off somewhere so I dug into my pockets, fishing out my small circular med container. I normally took it in the morning but assuming I'd slept through most of the day it probably wore off. Noting the fact I was feeling rather unwell goes unsaid.

Opening the cover I took one out. It was a chewy sweat tasting medicine that helped manage my degrading physical strength. The longer I went without my medicine the quicker my illness effected me.

Popping it in my mouth I chewed on it while returning my little case to my pocket. Maybe I should tell Dust about it? I pondered the thought for a moment. Noting the good and bad that could come with it.

Dusts shout rang throughout the apartment as did a loud squeak. I bursted into laughter as Rurik came tumbling back into the living room, a giant grin on his face with Dust hot on his heels.

"You little-!" Dust paused as Rurik dove behind my frame.

I smiled up innocently at him, "Why are you chasing Rurik, Dust?" I asked already knowing the answer.

Dust opened and closed his mouth as no sound came out. He looked ready to murder the tiny bundle of bones behind me. Looks like he doesn't have much patience. Maybe Rurik and I can work together.

I couldn't see Rurik but I'm sure he stuck his tongue out at Dust since Dust went stomping back into- what I've come to know as -his room. He didn't answer my question again, never does anyways.

Rurik giggled behind me as I twisted around, despite the protesting of my bones, and snagged the little bones, "Who wants to get tickled!?" I exclaimed as Rurik squeaked in surprise. Laying him across my lap was a bit of a challenge since I wasn't as strong as I used to be.

"No no!" Rurik cried as he bursted into giggles while I tickled him senseless, "Mercy! Mercy!" Rurik wheezed.

I chuckled as I eased my tickle attack. Kids were one of the things I enjoyed on the job despite my strength handicap.

Rurik laid on my lap for a moment, trying to catch his breath.

Flickering through the Tv channels again I landed on another cartoon channel. Third channel I think this was now.

Rurik got off my lap and sat next to me as he slouched back. His eyes glued to the Tv.

I examined his frame with his little green army suit. It was cute and I loved it.

~

The week went on like that. Rurik and I would pull a prank, riling the deadly monster that was Dust up before I fended him off with an innocent smile.

I healed but it wasn't as fast as normal monsters. Although, Dust let me walk on my own now. So that was a plus. Dust even let me call Pappy once to tell him I was fine and I would be returning in a week.

Pappy wasn't happy cursing my job and snapping at me to come home. But all I did was smile as I told him story after story while ignoring his angry drunken out bursts. With one last shout Pappy hung up.

Dust was watching me, gaging my reaction. But all I did was smile at him. A fake one. But a smile nonetheless.

"Bye Mr.Berry!" Rurik shouted as Marvul came to pick him up.

Dust still wouldn't let me go to the front door but it didn't matter really, "Bye Rurik!" I hollered as I finished cleaning the Tv stand. Getting into the habit of cleaning someone else's house was interesting. Dusts place was so dusty and dirty. I didn't want to just sit around.

"Sit on the couch Blue." Dust instructed after Rurik left.

Everyday Dust insisted he change my bandages since I was a guest in his home. Of course I wanted to say no but with him breathing down my neck constantly it was more of a reluctant ok then anything else.

"Dust I already told you-"

"I don't care. Sit or I make you sit." He growled.

My head whipped to meet his enraged face. I haven't seen him look like that before or order me around like this. I stood meekly, going over to the couch to sit. I didn't like this Dust. He was scary.

Since I didn't have any clothes he gave me some of his old ones that were just small enough to fit me.

Removing his shirt he bent down, kneeling as he unwrapped my skull. Stars it felt good to see with my right eye again!

Dust frowned, gingerly touching the injured spot. It didn't hurt that much but I still hissed anyway. Unwrapping my ribs, his brows furrowed, frown deepening.

I tilted my head at him, "What wrong? It always takes me a while to heal." I stated, knowing he didn't know this.

"That's not normal." A twang entered his tone. I didn't even know he had an accent, "Maybe I should take you to Sci. Get those burr marks on your shoulders and neck checked too." He mumbled.

My eyes bulged in fright, "N-No! Its okay really! I'm fine see!" I stood only to have him grip onto my shoulder a little painfully.

"I said sit." He growled, forcing me to sit again. I winced as his grip tightened on my shoulder, "Stop disobeying me Blue." Dust snapped as he released me, rewrapping my ribs while leaving my skull be.

My eye lights switched off as my vision swirled with a gulp. Hope left me as Dust morphed into Pappy. I sucked in a breath.

Noticing my demeanor change, Pappy snapped a finger to get my attention.

Looking up at him, my head falling to the side, "Yes?"

Pappy blinked at me, clearly taken aback with my submissive nature becoming alarmingly more submissive. He blinked again before shaking his head, "Are you ok?" He questioned, before sighing, "I'm sorry if I'm being an ass right now. Nightmare wants me to do a job while you are left here." He explains but I only pay attention to the first part.

"But you did mean it. You're always sorry when you want me to be a good child Pappy." I mumbled.

Pappy opened and closed his mouth before leaning closer to me.

I shrunk back, "I-I'm s-sorry P-Pappy! I-I w-won't s-stay a-away f-for t-that l-long a-again!" I stuttered with each word as I clenched my eyes shut awaiting a smack, a hit, anything. But nothing came. Peaking an eye opened I realized I wasn't with Pappy but Dust whose eyes had hooded over.

I shrunk away, pressing more into the couch behind me.

Dusts finger twitched as his eye lights meet mine ablaze with magic. Grinning maniacally, his gaze traveled my upper body. Lingering on the faded cigaret markings on my arms and sternum, "Well, seems like I have an abuse victim here." Dust commented, his accent becoming more prominent.

My eyes bulged as they shook from fright. I said nothing.

"So Blue, your brother is making you feel sad." He commented sounding cold.

I tried to shrink further, make myself as small as possible.

Grabbing my chin, he pulled me forward, eyeing me, "Maybe I should just let you go back. You don't want to be here." He growled gripping my chin painfully.

I felt, powerless. Weak in my own bones. The only thing I could do was cry so I cried. Tears stained my cheeks as Dust starred at me in confusion.

Releasing my jaw his eye lights flicked until Dust blinked with a shake of his head. He stared at me with wide eyes, "B-Blue why are you.." He trailed as I hid my face in my hands.

Whipping my sockets, my voice was gravely, "I guess you want to know about Pappy?" I sniffed.

Dust kept his mouth shut as he watched me with lost eyes. It was obvious he didn't know how to handle emotional people, let alone an ex friend that he had hurt unintentionally in the past.

Keeping my eyes on my lap I explained how Pappy and I didn't have the best childhood. How Pappy always had to protect me even though I was the older one.

How when we got into a better place Pappy started drinking, blaming the world for our parents murder. Pappy never blamed me but he acted older and put me down even though I was trying to help him.

When the topic about my career came up is when the abuse started. Telling Pappy about wanting to be a cop wasn't the best idea because that was Moms job.

Dad was just a small business man that didn't care for his money. Generously giving it to the people in need as mom helped catch the bad guys.

I didn't mention my illness or my medication incase Dust took it negatively. But I did tell Dust that I do have tiny episodes because of how rough Pappy was in the beginning. Also that Pappy feels bad now whenever the abuse happens.

Dust rubbed the back of his neck, his face carefully neutral, "I can't force you to stay here but if it helps, my door is always open." He pauses, "You were my friend at one point so it's the least I can do since you've been getting your payback all week." A twisted grin broke onto his face, "I will warn you that knowing that information has me, unstable at the moment." He warns with a cackle.

I gulped as I whipped my tear stained face, "S-So can I leave now?" I stuttered.

Dust shook his head, "No Blue. You can't leave." Laughing to himself he glances at me with crazed eyes, "I've grown attached to you. I can't just let what's mine leave."

I starred at him in confusion. Knowing he didn't own me, "I don't belong to you." I stated.

"We'll see about that." His manic eyes meeting my still confused ones. His eye lights flashed as if remembering something, "You know who I am right now right?" He questioned carefully.

"You're Dust?" Is he ok? It came out as a question rather then an answer. Then it hit me, he has multiple personality's. My eyes widened as I remembered he had told me that. How could I forget? Stars I was an awful friend! Me even considering Dust a friend again was strange but it was clear that he wanted to make amends.

His twisted grin widened into a manic smile, "So you do remember." Putting his hand on ether side of my legs he leaned forward as I leaned backward, "Still not afraid of me Blueberry?" He chuckled to himself, "I'll make sure you know who you belong to." He stated as his crazed eye lights stared into my determined ones.

Flicking him in the forehead, I huffed, "I almost forgot how demanding you were Murder." I hissed crossing my arms.

Murder rubbed his forehead, "Did you get weaker Berry? You don't seem as strong as before." Oh stars he noticed!

My eyes widened in fright as he leaned forward again, freezing as his eyes landed on my bandaged ribs. He mutters a curse before pulling back, "When your better I'll show you then." He muttered.

I opened and closed my mouth as he moved away, as stunned into silence as I was I put back on his shirt.

~

My week ended up turning into a month with a weekly visit to Sci because Dust was paranoid that I was sick. When Sci told Dust about my condition and how it was just going to worsen he wasn't happy.

When Dust demanded to know why I kept that information from him, I snapped at him. Telling him I was afraid he would take advantage of my decaying self.

He said nothing after that.

By the end of the month I was healed.

"Dust I'm leaving!" I hollered. My uniform back in good condition, clean and smudge free as I popped on my cap with a giant grin.

I didn't get a response back like normal. Dust had become distant these past few days, not that I minded- even though I minded a lot -. Murder popped up once in a while and he was a handful. Despite my better judgment I ended up wanting him to tease me.

My soul always skipped a beat whenever Dust would pass me or brush my arm. I almost felt like a giddy school kid again awaiting my crush.

Sauntering over to the door I heard the door behind me to my right squeak. Knowing it was opened just begged me to go investigate but I didn't, knowing if I did it would just feed my growing emotions.

Shaking my head I rested my hand on the door nob. A sudden presence appearing behind me, I tensed.

"Oh Berry.~ Didn't I tell you not to leave?" Murder breathed, his breath fanning the top of my skull. His 5'9 frame towering my own.

I breathed a shaky breath, "I-I need to go back to work. And Pappy. I've already called for a vacation I didn't need for this past month." I stated, my voice quieter then I would've liked.

"Is that so?" He hummed, slowly pressing against me.

My soul hammered against my rib cage, "Y-Yes." I stuttered breathily.

Murder's arms encircled me as my breathing quickened, "Why don't you stay Blue? We know you want to." Dust added.

They were starting to blend with each other, both seeming to want for the same goal even though they usually disagreed with one another. I couldn't tell who was who anymore, "I-I.." I stuttered again as I was being gently pulled away from the door. My hand gripped the nob in a feeble attempt of denial. I didn't want to believe I wanted to stay but Dusts hand laid on my own, caressing it almost.

"Stay Blue. We know you want to.~" he whispered huskily as a light kiss to the back of my neck sent a strange shiver down my spine.

My weak determination falling to ashes as my hand fell away from the nob. I felt Dust smirk against the back of my neck as his arm tighten around my waist while his other traveled to my jaw.

A dark chuckle escaped him, "Good Berry.~" Murder cooed, caressing my cheek as he turned me around. My back hit the font door as I stared at him with wide confused eye lights.

What's he doing? Why do I feel like this?

Murder bent down his eyes roaming my flushed face, "You look so sweet Berry.~" he murmured, his lips brushing mine.

I sucked in a breath as Murder kissed me softly. My hands reached up, gripping onto his jacket. He's making me feel funny. The conscious thought quickly dissipated as Dust hefted me up while deepening the kiss. I instinctively wrapped my legs around his waist, my arms wrapping around his neck.

Murder smirked into the kiss as my lungs screamed for air. We slowly pulled away as I panted, "W-What are, ha, you doing?" I groaned as he trailed kisses along my jaw and down my neck.

"Rewarding you for staying." He murmured against my bones. My eyes fluttered shut as he pressed me against the door while unbuttoning my uniform. The white undershirt I had on slowly being ripped as Dust sucked on my neck.

A moan snuck up on me as the cold air of the apartment encased my rib cage. I sucked in a breath as Dust trailed kisses down my sternum.

Before I knew what was happening, we were in Dusts room as I was laid down on a soft surface. Falling back on the surface I covered my sockets with an arm.

Dust chuckled as he pulled my lower region against his making me squeak. Even with the clothing between us I felt him pulsating. I lifted my arm, staring at him with wide eyes.

"All yours Blueberry." Murder cooed as he leaned forward smashing his lips into mine.

~

I woke the next morning with a strangely pleasant feeling in my lower region. My groggy sockets unfocused as my eye lights traveled around the room. Even though the room was unfamiliar I felt strangely safe.

Looking down at myself a scarred arm laid against my waist as my blue ecto body glowed softly. Wait!? I shot up in a panic as I remembered what happened, the blanket falling to my hips. D-Dust and I-I... My thought trailed as Dust groaned beside me.

"Blue what are you..." his voice sounding huskier then yesterday trailed as he stared at my exposed female ectobody. Our eyes locked on the tiny upside down soul adorning the blue magic encasing it, "Well this is a surprise." He murmured placing a gentle hand on the magical skin.

My mind was racing. I felt truly happy for the first time in forever. Looking at Dust now, I didn't care if he was a convict. I didn't care if he left me and never returned. His child, no, our child would grow up happy and loved wether Dust decided to send me off or not.

Dust sat up cross legged, pulling me into his lap.

I didn't even realize I was crying until Dust whipped my cheek with his thumb.

"You're mine Blue. All mine." He mumbled, "We'll always love you Berry. You're so good to us." Murder added.

I looked up at Dust, my mind conflicting with my conscience as it tried to weave what happened with Pappy into my little light of happiness.

Dust didn't let it happen though. Whispering reassuring words to me and kissing the blue magic that encased the small growing soul. I broke into sobs as I let my guard fall. But Dust was there as I rambled about all the things Pappy did. Planned to do once I lost my job. Once I got hurt enough to be hospitalized.

I shivered and whimpered as I confessed everything that would happen once I got home.

Dust told me softly and sternly that I wasn't leaving. That I would love him and we would raise our child together. He wasn't going to let me abort it and I wasn't complaining. Stating he might take me to bed again if I refused to stay with him.

He had become sort of a life line now. If he fell, I would fall right along with him.

I loved him.

Hopefully that would be enough to stop a mass murder if Dust ever gets angry. His anger always stretched and twisted situations into dangerous expeditions.

I just hope I can survive to stand by his side when his enemies hit.

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