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It was a busy day on a surface AU. He was looking at the main street in front of him, letting the sun wash over and warm his golden fur. People sometimes stopped and cooed at him, some trying to pet him, but some hissing quickly made them go away. He honestly wasn’t in the mood today to be pet at all.
One could wonder what the ‘oh so good’ guardian of positivity was doing in a random surface AU, laying on top of a pile box and doing nothing other than peacefully sleep, while he should be doing his job like helping people for the umpteenth time that day.
The simple answer was that he doesn’t want. He already has spend the whole week going from universes to universes to help people, and he was tired of it. Tired of all those demanding people who ask everything out of him, squeezing him from all his energy and never letting him rest. And the whole Star Sans thing wasn’t helping.
At first, it was just the three of them, him, Ink and Blue, against Error and his brother’s group to avoid major damages in the multiverse. But as time passed, people all wanted to ‘help’ and that group began to grow, too fast and totally out of control.
Where the two guardians only wanted to stop the bad guys and maybe help them recover, as much as that could be done and even with the clear negative answers they got, the other Sans were far from that merciful. All they want is them dead and they all think that putting more and more pressure on the three poor guardians will help.
Dream knows that with a high status came high responsibilities but he needs some rest once in a while. And he found out that jumping from AU to AU in a form that no one, even his brother, would recognize was quite a good idea to avoid work.
He discovered that one day, when he was close to do a burn out and he quickly fled from angered people in a random universe. He wanted to hide, to never have to deal with these guys again and so, in a call of his magic, he transformed in the form of beautiful mid-fur golden cat. He stayed like that and watched amazed as people passed by without paying attention to him, nor demanding anything.
It became a routine. Whenever he was feeling down, he would jump in a positive universe and transform to lazily walk around and bask in the positivity of the place with no interruptions. He also quickly learned that being a cat has way much more advantages than any other forms. Mainly, cats are known to be lunatic animals. He could go from being pet one second to biting the next and people would mostly just be surprised and left, with no questioning whatsoever.
It’s also in this form that he could honed his own skills like his agility, his speed or his reflexes. So yes, he took a habit on going into universes in the form of a cat to rest, and maybe cause some mischief while at it. Because let’s be honest, some people really deserve it.
Like that guy on the other end of the street, yelling at a little boy just because ‘he doesn’t look presentable enough to come in his restaurant’. The little one just wanted a drink to wait for his mother and he was refused just on that? It makes the fur on his back stood in annoyance and his ears twitched.
He stood up and quickly jumped off the boxes, going in the direction of the man as the little boy went his way. Before he could close the door of his restaurant, Dream quickly sneaked in and put himself in front of the man’s feet, making him trip and stumble down.
“What the fuck is that cat doing here?” The frustrated cry was fun to hear. When the man went to kick the cat out, Dream ran in an other direction, what seems to be the kitchen. He entered as a waiter exited and jumped on the counter, scratching at the orders pinned atop of it. The cooks looked baffled for a moment before their boss came in, looking totally furious this time and yelling at them to catch the stupid cat.
They all went for it, mainly hindering each others as Dream swiftly dodged them and ‘unintentionally’ spilled the content of some pots and pans. When the boss got close enough to catch him, Dream jumped on him, making sure to have all his claws out as he jumped on his shoulder then his head. He scratched there a little before jumping out of the way of grabbing hands and exited by an opened window in an adjacent street, all while the boss was screaming profanities. That made him laugh to himself.
He stretched himself before continuing down the road and ending in a nearby park. There were tables all around a playground as parents watched over their children from there. He was about to make his way to a bench when he heard wailing from a kid having fallen from the jungle gym. He looked as the mother just yelled at her child that he was fine before continuing her conversation, with a friend of her certainly.
Dream looked at this as deadpanned as one could possibly be. Seriously, isn’t there one person out there with a caring hand or just some good eyes? What mother would just let a child fall from such high and do absolutely nothing?
The child was still wailing as two cloaked persons with a handful of bags approached. He found it weird but couldn’t sense any bad intentions from them. They reassured the kid and gave him an ice cream before leaving as fast as they had appear. And the mom was still not paying any attention at all. It’s what was the most infuriating.
He made his way to her and jumped on her thighs, claws out. It wrenched a strangle cry from her and he put all his weight on her before jumping onto the table. He bit her hand as she reached for him then knocked over their coffee cups and jumped off the table to leave.
He didn’t saw the woman grab an object from her hand bag and threw it at him. The mirror crashed next to his paws and shattered, the shards cutting his right hind leg as he sprinted out of the way.
He stopped in an empty shadowy street, sitting down and looking over the injury. Some shards had cut through his fur and some were still stuck inside his pads. He will have to get the shards out of the skin if he wants to use the positivity around to heal or changed back his form. He tried to use his teeth to get them out, with difficulty but he will manage.
He was too focused on his task that he didn’t realize the two cloaked man from earlier had gotten close until one spoke.
“Oh poor little guy, it’s hurt!” At the voice Dream froze and his head turned sharply. Sure enough, Cross was crouched down next to him as Killer was standing behind, the two having cloaks to conceal themselves.
“Kill, we need to help it!” Dream didn’t have the time to react before Cross successfully took him in his hands. He hissed and tried to claw his way out as best as he could but Cross’ grip was strong and his injured leg wasn’t helping.
“He doesn’t really seem to want help. And I see you coming, Dad will slap us if we bring back the cat.” The smile could literally be heard in Killer’s voice as he said that. He wasn’t even trying to convince Cross out of it.
Though something made Dream actually perked up. Dad? They have a father? I thought that all their family have died? The thought of them having a family was strange to Dream. I thought that they were causing bad things in the universes to get revenge for their loss, so why are they staying with Nightmare if that isn’t the case?
While he was lost in his thoughts, he missed Cross and Killer conversation. He kind of regretted it as Killer said. “Not sure that’s gonna work but it can be fun to try. Let’s go back then.”
He watched in horror as Cross opened a portal and stepped in it with him, Killer following close behind.