Hello! I am back again with an other story for the adorable Cursed Slippers AU this time it includes Reader who happens to be a skeleton monster from another fic I am writing. Again, I am sorry for an spelling or grammar errors but I hope you enjoy and thank you again for making me smile!! Also happy 1.5k Calcium-cat!! Congratulations!!
(Also I donât know how to make the format smaller? Like make it so I can hide it if that makes sense? If anybody can show me sometime that would be really amazing! Sorry to ask. Thank you!)
OSD belongs to @calcium-cat
The duck comic was made by @the-sunlit-witch
Duck!Dream by @galaticrow546
Just Ducking Around (Chapter 1?)
You laugh so hard in fact, that you actually start wheezing and have to use the book case next to you as a form of support to not fall over from the crazy story you just heard. Error, who is standing right across from you folds his arms over his chest with an unamused look on his face. After about a minute your able to calm and collect yourself enough to talk, wiping small tears from the corners of your eye-sockets.
âO-okay!! Haha!! Wait-ha-wait! Hold up!! Hahaha!! So-haha-so, Haha-*snort* let me get this straight!â You push yourself up off the book case to stand, still fighting off your giggles. âD-Dream was turn into a baby bones by-*giggle* by Nightmare accidentally, only to get turned into a ducking by a pair of cursed *snicker* d-ducky slippers and said ducking bit the Lord of darkness and his whole crew, who then also turned into birds and some how you.â You point at the glitchy skeleton who raises a boney eyebrow at you, not amused at all by your reaction. âError, the Destroyer of words, has become their designate birdie caregiver well, Sci is going to somehow find a way to magically fix this.â You stop abruptly letting the words sink in, starring at Error who opens his mouth only to close it again, dead panning as your compose brakes, falling into another laughing fit, continuing. âPff-hahaha!! And-and you want *snicker* me to help âbirdsitâ-â You bring up your hands to make air quotes as you say this. âthe bird boys and basically be Night-haha-Nightmareâs secretary and do all his paperwork because heâs a âbirdâ,â You make air quotes again. âwell you go deal with squid and the remaining Stars shenanigans so Ink doesnât suspect anything orâŚ.fowl play? Pffff-hahahaha!!!â Error scowls at you, seeing you laugh even harder, hearing your bones rattling slightly. He feels eye socket twitching but stops himself from face palming at your stupid pun, you crack up again at the absolute wacky and bizarre tale you just recapped. âOkay!! Okay!! Haha!! I am ready to hear the punch line now!! Go on!!â You say, still cackling like a mad-monster but trying to catch your breath well waving a hand up and down dismissively at the story, not believing Error in the slightest. Thinking it was all just an elaborate joke or prank put on by him and the residents that live here in Nightmareâs castle. It wasnât uncommon for any of the Dark Sans to pull silly pranks on you nowadays but then again your on decent enough terms with both the Stars and the Dark Sans after the whole X-event ordeal. (But, thatâs a completely different story.)
âY-y-y-you really think I would call-call you here just to waste-e-e-e-e a favor on something as dumb a j-joke.â Error scoffed, looking away from you to Nightmareâs well organize desk that contained copious amount of unfinished paperwork stacked up in neat but large piles. Making his way to stand behind the very comfy looking but overly large leather rolling chair. You watch with curiosity as your laughter dies down and he stops to stand behind the chair putting hands on either side of it, carefully beginning to pull it out from underneath the desk. You perk up, thinking with the grand reveal of the prank, so the the cheeky smile never leaves your face, well raising your hands up to shrug your shoulders, giving him a playful wink.
âWelllllâŚI mean if chocolate is involved with you, itâs pretty debatable and the story of Nightmare, the self proclaimed king of darkness letting himself turn into a goose, thatâs just preposterous! Your pulling my leââ
Hearing the sudden sound as Error pull the chair fully in your line of sight. Your giggling and everything you where about to say completely forgotten as your mind tries to processes what youâre looking at.
Then blink again, to make sure what youâre saying isnât just a figment of your imagination.
Then you blink a three time to make sure.
There, sitting in Nightmareâs plush and luxurious chair was an actual gooseâŚ.
But not a a normal goose with sleek fluffy feathers. No. As a matter of fact this goose is surprising large and looks like somebody dunked it in a vat of black tar or paint and for a second you think thatâs what happened. Then you watch as it stands up perfectly fine and with surprising grace it jumps down from the chair lightly flipping itâs large wings, seeing a teal and cyan oily colored hue to them. The goose lands with a small thud before proceeding to waddle its way up to you in a wickedly cute fashion, webbed feet making light âsmackingâ sounds on the stone floor of the castle. You put a hand over you mouth to stop your gasp of surprise. If you have eye balls your pretty sure they would have popped out of your skull by now from how wide your sockets areâŚ
âIsâŚis that aâŚreal goose???â You say in disbelief, your hands falling back down to your side.
âI d-d-donât know? Does it look-k-k-k like one, ya dumb marshmallow?â Error huffed sarcastically, rolling his eye-lights at the obvious question. You are to enchanted by the waddling water fowl to notice the insult Error threw at you or even reply. Opting to squat down to as the strange goopy looking goose who stops right in front of you. You stare into the single cyan colored eye-light as the other one was covered by goop. The goose stares back intensely. There was a long silence as you both study each other and after a couple of minutes you finally broke it.
ââŚNightmareâŚis that reallyâŚyou?â You question as your bonebrows draw together with a small frown on your face, slowly raising up your hand but stop yourself from touching the goose, holding your hand out in front of it.
âHonk.â The gooseâŚNo. Nightmare stretches up his long neck, touching his beak gently to your hand, confirming and answering your question.
âHuh?!? No flipping way?!? Itâs really him?!!â You gasp dramatically looking away from Nightmare to Error who was play a game of cats cradle only for him to stop to look over at you and say.
âS-s-s-see, I told you I wasnât lying.â
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Dream was on the hunt for his brother and Roro.
Well not really, considering he is just a duckling and his small flipper feet can only take him as far as the living room from his room before getting tired and needing a small break to rest. Dream has been looking for his older brother since this morning with no luck whatsoever. Thinking, he was mostly with Error or one of the others. The duckling has already asked Dusty and Rory. Both the Magpie and Rooster are seated on the couch in a nest of blue strings and pillows that Roro set up for all of them. Dusty is watching the TV, nestled up in his bright red scarf and Rory was half asleep next to the magpie with his feathers puffed up slightly in his sleepy state. Dream was disappointed to learn that neither one had seen his brother or their grumpy babysitter. With a quick âthank youâ to the two lazy birds, Dream matched (Waddled.) his way out to the kitchen knowing that Crossy or Kiki would be in there.
To the small duckâs luck both are in the kitchen however he hears anger shouts as Dream stops in the doorway looking at the scene before himâŚ
âGet down here and face me like a true warrior!!! You chicken!!!â A large white swan with a red scar on his cheek yells as he beats his massive wings angrily on the island style table in the middle of the kitchen staring up at a black crow who is perched on top of the hanging rack that is holding all the pots above the island.
âHeh-heh! You better not let Horror hear you say that!! Heâll pluck out your pretty tail feathers Swan Princess!!â The crow laughs loudly, looking pleased with himself as he hops back-and-forth making the hanging rack sway a bit but not enough for the pots to start clinking together. Then he stops jumping only to puff up his feathers and starts to groom them casually if not mockingly, in knowing the swan canât reach him.
âDonât call me that!! You walking feather duster!!! Also, Horror is a rooster!! Not a chicken and that doesnât change the fact youâre a coward!!â Cross honked hitting his wings on the side of the table again before taking a couple careful steps backwards to get a better view of the mischievous crow.
âEh? Same, same.â Killer caws with delight. âAnd what do ya mean coward? Iâm right here arenât I? Youâre just to daft to fly up here, let alone walk right!!â The overly cocky crow stated as he turns his head away to start grooming his tail feathers showing how unworried he was about being caught by the clumsy swan.
âThatâs it!! Iâm going to wipe that smug look right off your face!!â Cross yells, taking a running start before flapping his wings wildly and jumping onto the countertop before pushing himself off the counter. It was at this moment that the duckling chose to reveal himself running into the kitchen.
âCrossy!! Kiki!! Wait!! Donât fight?!â Dream cried out, flapping his barely formed wings frantically not wanting his friends to fight, his webbed feet making flipper smacking sounds on the tile floor of the kitchen.
âDream?!!!â Both Cross and Killer yell at the same time in surprise. However, at this point in time Cross was already airborne and with him completely distracted by the appearance of the duckling he smacks right into the pots and pans that are hangingâŚ..
Pots and pans were sent flying everywhere and Dream was standing right in the middle of the chaosâŚ..
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âIâm dyingâŚpleaseâŚno more I canât take itâŚâ
You groan, letting your head fall onto the desk with a soft âthudâ as you place the completed document on the on finished pile of the paperwork, letting your ink quill fall out of your other hand on to the desk dramatically. Nightmare glares down at your fallen form unamused, well Error was sitting off in the corner on a leather chair that was set in front of a lit fireplace working on writing out a list of the things you will need to know well helping him in birdsitting. He didnât even bother to look up at your plight, knowing your just being dramatic.
âHonk.â Nightmare sounds dismissive as he stands up from the corner of the desk giving his tail feathers a few good shakes, before taking a couple steps and picking up another piece of paper from the tall pile (Although a lot smaller than when you first started on the paperwork.) with his beak and sitting it down in front of you. However, you donât get up or even make an attempt to move or reach for your quill. Only shaking your head slightly, your antlers tapping on the desk, thankfully none of the paperwork was knocked off onto the floor with this movement.
âNoooooooo I donât want tooooâŚ.â You whine as you turn your head slightly to look at the goose, only for Nightmare to honk at you again this time more annoyed as he slapped his webbed foot on the corner of the paper repeatedly, demanding that you continue working on the documents.
âNightâŚpleaseâŚ.itâs been like five hoursâŚâ You whine again as you push yourself up into sitting position, gripping the edge of the desk, push yourself back-and-forth on the chair like a bored child would.
âStop your complaining-g, Itâs o-only been like two.â Error suddenly butts in looking up from the from the small notebook. You puff out your cheeks, blowing a raspberry at him. Error only rolls his eyes-lights at your childish behavior. Thinking you have been hanging out with stupid squid to much.
âHow come I have to do the all the paperwork?â You huff, falling back into the embrace of the comfy chair crossing your arms over your ribs. The glitchy skeleton and goose both raise their eyebrows at you, (How Goosemare has eyebrows, you have no idea.) like they are silently saying, âreally?â.
âBecause y-y-you agreed and Y-you literally write out t-t-the stories-stories of AUsâŚâ Error deadpanned. Nightmare matches his expression. Now you roll your eye-lights uncrossing your arms only to throw them up.
âBut thatâs not the same as forging someone elseâs signature on paperwork illegally?!? And I only agreed to do this because you called in your favor?!!â You yell at Error, waving your arms above you.
âThat-t-t sounds like a-a you-you problem.â The glitchy skeleton says as he goes back to writing in the notebook. You feel your eye-socket twitch slightly at remark, resting your hands on the desk, only for Nightmare to nudge one with his beak getting your attention again.
âHonk.â Nightmareâs tone sounds like he is asking you a question but you have no idea what but you see him tap his foot on the paper. Nope. Not a question, a demand for you to continue working on the documents.
âUghâŚ.You know what no. I need a break and besides I still need to see everyone else and meet DreamâŚagain.â You say the last part more to yourself then to Nightmare before push yourself up to stand much to the Gooseâs dismay.
âHonk! Honk!â The goose unfolds his wings flapping then only to cause an small breeze with the movement knocking some of the papers off the desk on the floor making a mess. You stare down at the fallen papers as does Nightmare who still has his wings half open.
âYep! Break time!â You yell happily, quickly scooping up goose into your arms, knowing Nightmare is going to protest and now was your chance to catch him off guard. The Goose in question was too shocked by you suddenly picking him up and the hours worth of work on the floor. Only able to wiggle, to get more comfortable in your hold. His webbed feet resting on your arm as you wrap the other around his goopy chest feathers, his back pressed against your rids. Suddenly, a purple and orange swirling portal appears next to the two of you.
âH-H-H-Hey?! Wait!! You caââ Error yelled standing up from his chair only for you to interrupt him.
âMeet you down stairs Glitchy!!â
Then you and Goosemare disappear through the portal.
You just successfully managed to kidnap The Lord of Darkness himselfâŚ
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He wasnât going to make in time to stop the heavy pans from falling on the duckling as the swan hit the surface of the table hard landing on his chest with a painful âthudâ. The swan can only watch in horror as the first pan hits the floor with a loud âBANG!â just inches away from the small duckling who was running around wildly unsure of what to do. Then he sees a frypan that is headed right for Dream. Not wanting to see the poor duckling get hit, Cross quickly tries to stand only to fail thanks to the slippery surface of the table unable to gain his footing, falling down again. Everything seems to slow down for the swan seeing the pan growing ever closer to Dream. Cross shuts his eyes covering his head with his wings knowing whatâs about to happen, not wanting to see the outcome. He waits to hear more âbangsâ from the falling pans but after a second he hearsâŚ.
âOh wow, I donât remember ordering the fried duck?â A very familiar light voice chuckled.
âOw! I was just joking but I guess youâre right though? It was in bad taste huh?â
âOuch! Okay! Sorry! Iâll stop!! Geez!!â
âYouâre lucky I need you and your stupid hands. Now put me down.â Nightmareâs deep voice suddenly ring out, irritation and anger clearly heard in it. Immediately Cross looks up, removing his wings from his face, gasping at the site before him. All the falling pans are frozen in place by orange tinted magic. Seeing Dream mirroring his previous position with his wings over his head with a pan centimeters away from hitting him. Standing a few feet behind the duckling is a skeleton monster sporting a pair of antlers that have sparkling gems hanging from them like Christmas decorations. Cross immediately recognizes you and in you arms is a struggling goose who was smacking you with his wings repeatedly.
âOw! Stop hitting me! Okay, Iâll put you down!â You huff setting the irritated goose down on the kitchen floor, who immediately made his way to the duckling to check on him. You wave your now free hands and the pans return to their rightful places and you stop the swinging rack, saving the poor crow who was frantically hanging on for dear life. As you do this you make eye contact with Cross who still laying down on the table like you have just descended from the heavens for saving Dream.
âItâs you?!â Cross said honking in disbelief, scrambling to stand up and started asking you questions.âWait?! Youâre here?! What happenedâ!â
You blink, looking around the kitchen awkwardly, unsure what is being said by the honking swan but you have a feeling itâs questionsâŚlots and lots of questions.
ââHonk!? Honk! honk!! Honk!! Honk!!?â
âAhhh? OkayâŚWow? Would you look at that? Cross really is a swan?â You said in disbelief, for some reason you still canât wrap your head around the fact that all of Nightmareâs gang really are birds now. You walk over to Cross who is still obsessively honking at you, putting your hands on the countertop and squirting down to his level.
âAhhhâŚSorry Cross but I donât know what youâre sayââ You start but are interrupted when the crow decisions upon you flapping his wings in your face cawing loudly.
âGah?! Stop!! Stop!!â You stumble back from surprise, waving you hands trying to shoo away the terrible flying gremlin to stop him from slapping you with his wings, already guess who the bird is. âKiller! Stop it! I donât need an other mouth full of feathers today!â You gasp, as Cross and Killer both continue to honk in confusion and caw in amusement at you. Well this chaos was going on Nightmare was busy check on the golden duckling who finally perked up his head from wings, hearing his brotherâs reassuring voice.
âDream, itâs all right now. Youâre safe.â Nightmare said quietly, bending his long neck down and curling a wing around Dream, inspecting the duckling for an injuries, making sure he wasnât hurt. The goose let out a sigh of relief he didnât know he was holding in, seeing the tiny duck was unharmed and safe from any injury. Nightmare would never admit it but, he was truly terrified as he watched the heavy frying pan fly towards his brother about to smoosh his brother. His SOUL was still hammering in his chest, not wanting to thinking about what the outcome would have been if you didnât decide to steal him away and force him into taking a break.
âNighty you saved me! I was looking everywhere for you!?â Dream immediately beamed up at his brother. Before Nightmare can reply to the duckling about how he wasnât the one thatâs saved him, you let out a yell of triumph catching the both the brothers attention.
âAh-Ha?!! Got you!! You maniacal little demon!!â You grin with glee as you managed to snag Killer mid-air with your hands, holding his wings so they are pressed to his sides as you lower him to look at you face to face (or in this case face to beak.)
âWhoeverâs idea was it to give you wing, they must have been a real bird brain, huh?â You say chuckling down at the trapped crow in you boney hands as he tries to wiggle out of your grasp with little to no luck.
âHaha, missed your face to, ya Jingle-Jangle freak.â Killer laughed but still scoffed in spite of you catching him so fast. Cross gasps at the nickname looking shocked before glaring at the crow.
âKiller?! Donât call them that?!â The swan growled angrily turning his attention to the crow who only rolled his eyes at the comment.
âWhat? The bonehead over here canât even understand us and itâs not like Iâm being serious.â Killer points out.
âSo?! Itâs still rude Killer!â
The goose and duckling watched this childish scene unfold with you continuing to dish out bird puns completely unaware of the argument that Cross and Killer are having, Dream suddenly speaks up with excitement, realizing that the castle has a new face.
âNighty! Who is that new monster?!â The small duck gasps looking over at the goose. âThey have antlers! Are they a deer?â
Nightmare deadpans not just at the question but at the three idiots in front of him and his brother. âNo Dream, they are not a deer, they are skeleton monster just like the rest of usâŚâ (Well, technically they are birds at the moment but that was beside the point.)
Dream blinks looking unsure at his brotherâs words. âWho are they? Are they one of your friends from another place like Roro is?â The duckling questioned tilting his head cutely looking back over at you, Crossy, and Kiki. The crow somehow escape your hold and was now perched on one of your antlers as you try desperately to get him off, shaking your skull back-and-forth trying to get him to let go, yelling at Killer to get off and that your antlers are not playground for him to hop around on. Nightmare let out a sigh of defeat, knowing he was going to have introduce you to his brother, not that is it was a big deal, it was more just an inconvenience to him knowing that you are good terms with the adult Dream and his team of Stars. The goose watches as you make a grad for Killer only to have him flap his wings easily hopping over to your other antler out of your reach, the crow laughing hysterically the whole time enjoying himself, much to your dismay. Nightmare couldnât help the amused smirk that appeared on his beak. Then again, you somehow managed to be on decent terms with a good chuck of the multi-verses residence (You didnât care âgoodâ and âbadâ sides.), whether it be due to your neutral nature or you conniving tricks you like to pull for fun, he didnât know. But what Nightmares did know was he trusted you and he trusted you enough to have Error get ahold of you and assist him and the others in their current predicament.
âYes Dream, theyâre like Error but-â Nightmare didnât get a chance to finish his sentence as the duckling was already running up to you, flipping his small wings excitedly. Nightmare couldnât help but bring up his wing and facepalm dragging the feathers down his beak. Well, at least Dream is entertained the Goose thinks watching as you completely forget about Killer annoying you and freak out at the adorable sight of his little brother who was already soaking up the attention like a sponge.ďżź
*This is going to be a long weekâŚ*
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