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Blue walked into his and Dust's house. He shut the door behind him then pulled out his phone.

He put on the flashlight and looked around the room until he found the light switch.

Once the lights were on he put his phone away. He walked around the living room and kitchen calling out Dust's name.

He stepped out of the kitchen with a frown. He looked up at the stairs. 'Perhaps he's in bed.' He nodded to himself and made his way up the stairs.

He made it to the top of the stairs then walked down the hall to the last door, which was their shared bedroom.

He knocked on the door before opening the door. The lights in the room were off.

He couldn't hear anything but the ceiling fan and incoherent mumbling. He frowned and slide his hand around the wall next to the door trying to find the switch.

Eventually, he found the switch. He looked around the room and let out a loud gasp.

Dust sat on the floor bleeding from his head and arms. Blue ran up to him then kneeled in front of him.

"Dust?! Who did this?!" Blue reached towards him only to get his hand slapped away. "Don't fucking touch me!" Dust snapped then looked away and began to mumble again.

Blue frowned and sat down. He took in a deep breath then spoke again. "Dust, what happened?" He got no response. Dust only looked away talking to the wall.

Blue clenched his hands. "D-Did you do this to yourself?" Dust merely shook his head, not bothering to turn in his direction.

"...Dust...did Nightmare do this to you?" At that Dust snapped his head towards Blue and began to shake his head violently. "No!" Blue shushed Dust and tried to calm him down.

"Okay, I'm sorry...but if not you or Nightmare, who did this?" Dust looked away from him.

Blue's face turned blue as he began to get annoyed. He clenched his hands and took in a sharp breath. "Dust, look at me." He said in a stern voice.

Dust continued to ignore him. Blue clenched his teeth and gripped his skull. "DUST HOW THE FUCK AM I SUPPOSED TO KNOW WHAT'S WRONG IF YOU DON'T SPEAK TO ME?!" Blue yelled, baby blue tears streaming down his face.

This hadn't been the first time this had happened. Dust sometimes would come home with minor injuries and would be out of it the rest of the day.

Blue would try to get him to talk and he would be ignored. At first, he decided to leave Dust alone and let him have his space.

Until the injuries got worse.

Blue couldn't take the secrecy anymore. He was Dust's boyfriend yet he felt as if he was just a ghost.

Dust turned towards Blue and slashed at him. "DON'T FUCKING SHOUT AT ME!" Blue cried out in pain as Dust's knife cut into his ulna.

Blue backed away, cradling his bleeding arm. Dust stared at Blue angrily before processing the situation.

He dropped the knife and shakily stood up. He stepped towards Blue only for him to flinch back in fear.

Dust gulped and took another step forward. "B-Blue, baby. I d-didn't mean it. I-I'm sorry." Blue took in a shaky breath and nodded.

"I-It's okay! It's just a scratch! See? I-I'm okay." Blue turned over his bleeding arm shakily. Dust dropped down in front and Blue and pulled him into a hug. Blue stiffened in his hold until he heard Dust's shaky, uneven breaths. "I...I'm so sorry..."

Blue let out a shaky breath and hesitantly wrapped his arms around Dust, comfortingly. "I-It's okay. I forgive you."

Blue shook in fear as Dust gripped his phalanges into his back. He took a shaky breath and gulped. This was too much for him. He didn't know what he was doing. He thought he could change Dust. He was wrong. He didn't know how to take care of him. For a while now, he'd been scared that this would happen. And now it has.

Blue's chest began to rise up and down faster and faster as he began to shake more violently. He gritted his teeth and tried to stop them from clacking. He let out silent sobs and more and more tears streamed down his face.

He took in a shaky breath before mustering up the courage to push Dust away and teleporting out of the house. The last thing he heard was Dust calling out his name.

Blue teleported to the Star Sanses base living room where Ink and Dream managed to be.

Blue collapsed to the floor gasping for air and gripping himself tightly as he rocked himself back and forth on the ground.

Ink and Dream shot up off the couch and ran to Blue's side. Dream took Blue into his arms and rocked him gently. He shushed him and stroked his skull comfortingly. "It's okay. It's okay, you're safe."

Dream used some of his magic to help Blue calm down. Dream looked at Ink who nodded and left the room.

He came back moments later with a steaming cup of tea. He gave the cup to Dream who took it and gently put it into Blue's hands.

Blue brought his shaking hands up to his mouth a took a sip of the hot tea. Dream looked at Blue's bleeding arm and frowned. He took off his gloves and wrapped his hands gently around Blue's wound.

Blue hissed and winced as Dream made contact with his bleeding arm. He watched the calming yellow glow that came out of Dream's hands as he healed him.

The tea and the welcoming feeling of the house made him feel more at the ease. Dream's healing magic was making him feel drowsy.

He let out a content sigh as he finished the last drop of tea. He felt his eyes droop and gave in. He fell limp in Dream's arms.

Dream looked down at Blue with worried eyes. He turned around and looked up at Ink. Ink's eye lights had turned into red targets and he gripped his crossed arms in anger.

He gritted his teeth to keep from saying anything that would upset Dream. Instead, he took in a deep breath and let out an annoyed sigh. "Will you talk to Nightmare about this?"

Dream nodded. "Yes but not now." He looked down at Blue then back to Ink. "Right now our priority is to take care of Blue." Ink nodded and knelt by Dream. He gently scooped up Blue into his arms and walked him upstairs.

Dream picked up the teacup and carried it to the kitchen. He felt Ink's aura enter the kitchen. "Are you upset?" Dream took in a deep breath. "Yes but I shouldn't let anger control me." He turned to Ink. "We will settle this with words but if it takes violence, we will resort to violence. He will not get away with this."

Dream's eye lights disappeared as he gripped the sink counter. The marble cracked under the pressure until Dream let off. He took in a deep breath and let out a shaky exhale. "Let's sleep it off."

Ink nodded and the two left for bed.