lunnar-chan:

bluerose161:

lunnar-chan:

number1120:

lunnar-chan:

Of course, Nightmare and Killer don’t loves their son, but they’re always prepared to protect him from others. Cuz it’s fact what Crescent is their own son, even if he’s not enough stronger than they expecting that. Nightmare is still  secretly belives what one day Cres become a true monster with the cruel soul.

*Here we go*

“Daddy! Daddy!” Crescent cried happily as he ran down the long hall, a hand-made picture of his Daddy and Papa clapping in his hand. It was a dark day outside. The moon was shinning, echo flowers blooming under the pale light… night like these and kids like him were up coloring pictures, painting the stars, and drawing flowers. “Daddy! Daddy!” He giggled again as he ran, skipping and hooping, his young sea green eyes glowing.

Nightmare and Killer never meant to have a kid, or one so happy like Crescent. Where that came from is a wonderful mystery for them. Yeah, their souls match with the child, and eyes, but he was so… so… so happy. Plus, they never have time for him. He was a mistake, and they have to pay for him.

It doesn’t mater to the rest, though. Error has a little friend to keep him company while he destroys AUs and worlds. His favorite part about his time with his is his questions about different stars. The kid loves stars. Dust taught him how to catch and throw a bone when they go hunting or when Nightmare gives the child to him. His favorite thing to do with him is star gaze and count every shooting star that passes over them. Cross is his guard whenever there is a problem or battle around the area. He keeps him close and never let’s him out of his sight. Even though Cross doesn’t like kids, Crescent has found his way inside his soul as they walk in the garden of echo flowers, Crescent pointing at every shape and shadow of the flowers. The three love this kid even though his parents…

Crescent slid on his heels in front of the giant, closed door that led him to his Daddy’s office. Breathless, Crescent began to knock on the door repeatedly, saying “Daddy” over and over and over and over and over again, but stopped when Dust stood in the door way. Dust tighten his jacket around his shoulders and smiled at his friend, blocking the way in.

Bending down to meet his height, doing his best to hide the way in, he patted his head. “Heya, kiddo. What ya doing here so late? Aren’t you suppose to be in bed?”

Crescent shook his head, giggling lightly as he held up his masterpiece. “I drew this for Daddy and Papa! See!” His small boney fingers pointed at the squared bodies standing in under a full purple moon and bright yellow stars, which was scribbled many times. “See? There’s Papa”-Killer with what looked like a knife in one hand- “Me, and Daddy-” Nightmare on his left. “I thought-thought Daddy would like this!”

Crescent knows his parents don’t want him, but they are still his parents. He loves seeing his Papa throwing knives and hearing his voice. The way his Papa dodges and weaves between attacks makes Crescent’s eyes grow in awe. His Daddy, Nightmare, can attack and command in seconds as he leads an army of fear and terror. He watched his Daddy fight without worry, magic stronger than the rest. Crescent wants to be as strong as his parents, but his magic isn’t strong. He only knows how to do a bone, one at a time. It doesn’t matter to him because he gets to see his parents fight, side by side, with his uncles. He wants to be like them. He wants to show he’s good enough. He wants… wants…

“I can take that to them if you want?” Dust insisted as a loud thud banged against the closed door and someone shouting his name. Dust jolted up and quickly stepped aside for Cross to grasp Crescent by the hand, Dust disappearing behind the door.

The picture fell from his hand as Cross dragged him down th hall, his sharp, red knife forming. The last thing Cross wanted for his boss’s kid was to get hurt, and with the attackers-

Crescent watched in horror as a silver knife hit Cross in the back. Cross let go of his hand and fell forward then staggering to get up. Crescent felt his soul brighten and was thrown behind Cross, shielding him from a blow. The attacker was a skeleton dressed in different shades of blue, and Crescent fell in love with his bright blue, star eyes.

“Kid, run,” Cross grunted as his knife brighten under the moonlight. “Run!” He defected row of bones from hitting him.

Crescent ran out of the room and started for his room, but he stopped at the steps that led down. He looked down at his hands then back up.

His picture.

His picture.

“My picture!” He turned on his heel and ran back into the hall. He normally never goes near the fights or his father’s… job, but this picture is meant for his parents! It took him forever to draw! He stood at the end of the hall and rolled up his sleeves. Cross the the blue skeleton fought in the middle, and he’ll have to to time this run. When the time came, he ran down the hall and slid under the blue skeleton’s arm as he slammed a hammer at Cross.

Crescent slid to a stop in front of his picture, which was ripped and torn. He held the picture and started to turn back…

…to bump into a person he never seen before. He was in bright yellow, almost gold. He wore a golden circle around his head, and a small star shined in the center. His eyes were thin and white, but a nice white like snow. At first, the stranger looked shocked to see him, but his face relaxed, dropping his wooden bow to the floor.

He bent down at his height, going on one knee, saying brightly, “Hello, little one. What are you doing here?”

Crescent knows stranger danger. Error taught him that. “No,” he whimpered as his body scooted backwards. “No, g-get away!”

The other looked confused as his hand reached for him. Error taught him stranger danger. Cross can’t get to him I time to save him, to keep him safe-

The stranger’s soul lightens in red and he is thrown into the blue skeleton, Cross moving in time.

“Touch my kid and I’ll end up faster than you can say, ‘Determination’, Dream!” Papa- Killer- shouted as he stood in front of his kid. Behind him, dark, inky black arms stretched over his body and passed Crescent. He wonder if he can do that when his magic is stronger. “Go on and do it, Golden Flakes!” Crescent heard Dust and Error coming behind, and he could fell a white blaster forming.

From behind the two fallen skeletons, a bright green portal formed and a figure in brown and rainbow rags, to Crescent, grasped the two’s shirts, pulling them back as a bright light shot behind Crescent. He watched as if it was slow motion, passing over his head, towards Nightmare, his Daddy. Eyes widing, he scampered on his feet and quickly moved in on from of Nightmare, arms open wide. He felt the blast hitting his chest, his ears ringing. His family’s mouths opening, them mouthing his name or screaming, seeing the golden stranger being held back by th blue skeleton, tears streaming down his face as he disappeared in the portal. Crescent smiled to himself as he fell backwards, feeling his Daddy catching is his arms. Looking up at his family- Papa holding his hand, Error’s dark blue strings holding his soul together, Dust’s left eyes burning purple for his magic to flow, Cross holding his other hand, Daddy keeping his small body up to breathe- Crescent felt safe.

Crescent’s hearing was coming back, and he heard Nightmare, screaming at the top of his lungs, arms shaking. He never heard his Daddy scream like that before. It’s like he was stabbed and left to die in his arms. Then he heard Papa repeating, “Please don’t go, Crescent. Please don’t!” Over and over as Dust’s eye grew brighter, soon, Cross joined with his red eye. Crescent never saw so much fear in one room before… and he didn’t like seeing his parents like this.

He rubbed his fingers together over Killer’s, saying, “I-I drew a picture, Papa. I colored it and everything.”

Dust’s head jerked around the room and came up from one knee. In his hand, a ripped and torn paper was given to his Papa. Hands shaking, tears welling, Killer held it in his free hand and his face soften. “Crescent, it’s beautiful.” He looked at Nightmare, who was still holding his son up for Error’s strings, saying, “Look at what our son did, Nighty.”

Crescent watched his Daddy take a look and then his eyes shifted down at him. He has the same color of eyes as him, and the same look when he’s scared of the dark. “Crescent,” he breathed as he kept looking down at his son. “Son, I-”

Crescent began to cought violently and his vision began to blur, but heard his parents call out to him, Killer still holding the happy family he drew.

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Crescent belongs to: @lunnar-chan

Writing belongs to: la me

*that was fun! Hope y'all like it! Sorry to end it there. Just ran out of gasoline, that’s all.*

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Thank you so much!

(I got permission from @number1120 to continue their fic. Crescent belongs to @lunnar-chan so I hope you both enjoy this :3 I followed as much as they explained to me on it and the canon of Lunnar to the best I could, if some things are iffy, im sorry.

It had been 2 months, 3 weeks, and one day since Crescents recovery stage began. The young son was in his room, many machines hooked up to keep him alive. After the brutal hit Crescent had taken from trying to save his father, Cross, Dust, and Horror were forced to keep the child sustained. Nightmare immediately after it happened and his son passed out had ventured out and kidnapped Science!Sans on a death threat unless he would do anything he could with treatment. Science luckily did oblige and gave the child multiple things for recovery and basically turned their room into a hospital room.

Now, with all that time passed, the parents were in grief. Well, Killer surely was. Nightmare normally would keep it hidden from everyone if he did have grief from failing his child, or even letting the chance for him to get hit instead of him. It would’ve been easy for Nightmare to overcome the loss of health, having a lot of it in the first place. The fact his child was careless enough to sacrifice himself and take the hit.. Well, it sparked a few things..

Questions, was the first thing that beckoned.

On why, why would Crescent take the hit for him? How much of a shitty dad was Nightmare? How could he let that happen?

The second was grief.

If only he took the hit first. If only he was a better goddamn dad to get his child out of the way. He broke the promise of protecting him.

The third, was anger at his teammates.

Why did they not get him out there sooner? And if they did, how could they let him run off?

And more things piled that couldn’t be described.

Currently, the parents were sitting in Crescents room with the sleeping child, this now being how they spent the duration of the days. They would wait for Crescent to wake, wanting to be the first he would wake with so they could tell him everything would be okay. Killer normally would talk to Crescent, pretend he heard a response and keep talking to him. He was the one between the two who probably felt the most grief between both of them.

And Nightmare could feel that grief, and as much as he wished not to admit, he fed off that grief from impulse. He didn’t want to feed off it, given the circumstances, but it was something out of his control.

Right now, Killer was doing his normal of talking to the young son, Nightmare beside Killer and staring down silently at the child for some indication of movement from him. There were some days the child would shift or let out a little hum, but those days rarely occurred.

Today, it was one of those rare days. Their child would shift and let out little hums, Killer letting out little encouragements for the child to wake while Nightmare, still, purely silent.

Thought, today was way different from the normal! The child started to open his eyes and let out groans. “Crescent!? Crescent for the love of god tell me your awake! I swear to fucking god I can’t take you pussying out last second and not waking-” “Papa, please don’t swear.”

Killers jaw dropped as he saw the child’s eyes fully opened, little whimpers leaving him “Everything hurts…” he whispered, little, pained tears gaining in his eyes. Killer immediately pulled the child fully into his arms, hugging him close. He whispered apologies of how he failed to protect him and that he was sorry. Crescent was initially shocked to actually hear his papa say sorry, never expecting that out of him if anything. But, the other thing that shocked him was that he was being held, his father was actually hugging him.

With the desire to not waste the opportunity, Crescent hugged Killer, nuzzling into his arms and his weak grip holding his jacket. Nightmare sighed and slowly wrapped an arm around Killer and leaned on them, not really one up for hugs or showing mass amounts of affection.

Crescent took Nightmares other arm and wrapped it around him and Killer, cuddling into both embraces with a little purr and bright smile. Nightmare let out a small chuckle and allowed the son to hug his arms as he laid his head on Killers and gazed down at the oddly positive kid.

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A few weeks had passed since Crescent had awoke from his coma like recovery, but, he now pretty back to normal. The hospital equipment was removed from his room, he was able to walk, the wound had healed with only parts of his ribs still a bit damaged. But, not everything was the same in the castle.

Killer and Nightmare had became very protective over Crescent. they rarely let the child out their sight now, would actually give some affection, and would actually be aggressive toward other teammates for getting near him. Crescent found this all to be.. Overbearing. Sure, he was overjoyed his parents actually showed some care toward him now and made time for him. But at the same time.. He missed being able to hang out with his other uncles.

Though, Crescent didn’t have the guts to tell his parents that, he wanted to, but he just couldn’t especially after seeing their reactions the day he woke up.

He currently was walking down the hall, having a small chance of freedom to roam as he was looking for one of his uncles to hang out with while he could. He soon was about to pass Nightmares study he had noticed the door was a slight opened. In a pure curiosity, he slowly and carefully opened the door. The inside of the office was baren, his dad nowhere in sight. Crescent had never actually got to explore around Nightmare’s office. When he attempted before, his dad would scold him that this was his private place of planning and work.

He never understood the first one, what on earth could he be planning that kept him in here all day?

Crescent slowly stepped into the room, quietly closing the door behind him as he began to look around at everything.

After sometime of exploring around the room, looking at photos, a pin board with redlines and scriptures, several maps and books, he got to his father’s chair.. He always wondered what it would be like to sit in that chair. It must make his dad feel.. Powerful. Controlled, maybe even composure.

Slowly, he pulled himself onto the chair. It was comfy, and a feeling of having power and intimidation filled him. The way the chair would face perpendicular to the door and straight away see who entered, gave some odd boost of confidence. Crescent made a mental note after this he should go and leave before getting caught.

But.. He caught gaze of his dads drawers on the desk.. Surely, he could just peak in.

He opened the first one, it was full of files with names on each one. Crescent closed it, knowing he didn’t have time to look at them, he opened the second drawer, office supplies were inside it. Crescent then got to the third drawer where some photos of him, Killer, and a journal laid inside. He picked the journal up and looked around, seeing no one around. He tried to hear for his father’s footsteps, them normally being obvious to hear from the sort of stomps that would follow, even if he was just walking.

There was nothing.

He then slowly opened the book, skimming page after page of it. The book was about the days of Crescent being unconscious.. It talked about Killers devastating emotions, Nightmares inner conflict, everything.. He kept reading on and on, to lost in the book to hear anything around him. He got to the last page where it read,

‘Crescent has woken up today. Killer seems very overjoyed, which is out of his nature.. And mine. Some sort of feeling got in me when he placed my arm on him and hugged it.. It seemed to be positivity. And it did damage my health quite a bit.. But, it seemed a bit, refreshing so to word.

I wonder if he remembers before he passed out.. Or if he heard when I said I loved him.. Some part of me wishes he did and the other doesn’t.’

Crescent felt tears fall down his sockets, a pure form of joy on him as a goofy grin covered his face.

His parents did care! They still do care! His dad actually said he loved him! Even if he doesn’t remember, it happened!!

As the young child hugged the book and giggled with glee, his joy was cut off to hearing the door open, and the steps of Nightmare enter the room “When did you get in here?” Killers voice followed. And Nightmares voice, holding a strain of some rage said “Did you snoop in my desk?”

Oh… we all knows what Nightmare can’t feel the positive emotions, but this fanfic is really cute! I love it, thank you so much! <з