#askdreameatingonceler

[ask-beat-ler]

He smiles earnestly and takes the other's hand, giving it a shake. "Yes, I completely reciprocate~ It's nice to finally meet you."

-smirks, taking his hand back- So tell me Dream, what brings you to my humble nightclub, just meetin' or do you have somethin' on your mind?

[ask-beat-ler]

"Hello; I do believe I've met you at Viper's residence, but I've never properly introduced myself. I am Dream Eater, and it is nice to make your acquaintance."

Ahh, finally have a name to your face. -smiles, walking over to dream-

It's nice to meet you too man, the name's beat. -holds out his hand-

[gore-ler]

An Unsavory Introduction

Watching the two argue, Gengler found himself wondering just what in the world was going on. Who was this man and what was his problem? But then it clicked together--this was Manic. This was the man Gore had run away from, the one that held him in captivity for who knows how long.

He witnessed in horror as Manic easily gauged his hand into Gore's chest. No. This couldn't be happening. Things were only just starting to look up and the two of them had so much to look forward to--Gore couldn't die now!  In a second, the frail boy was on the floor with Manic's boot pressing onto his skull.

Gengler hadn't even heard the man's introduction. His body was quivering with rage now. Without a word, he quickly pounded a hardened fist into Manic's eye with a hidden strength he hadn't felt in years. "Don't you dare touch him, you lowly scum!"

Manic clearly didn't expect the blow to come when it did; he stumbled backwards, hitting the ground and clutching his eye in obvious pain. "What the fuck?" He hissed, keeping one hand clamped firmly over his face. "I only have one of those. Thanks, asshole. What if I went blind? That'd be a nice introduction. Rude."

He groaned, taking a few moments to compose himself, before getting to his feet again. "Shit. Am I bleeding? Look, am I bleeding?" He opened his eye, giving a few experimental blinks and wincing slightly at the pain. "I don't think I'm bleeding."

He turned his attention to Gengler, shooting him a confused look. "What are you getting so worked up about? I just killed him. Nothing serious."

[gore-ler]

Taking offense to the man's rude comments, Dream stepped closer to Gore and shot him a glare. "I beg your pardon; I'm Gore's boyfriend, thank you. My question is just who exactly are /you/ and what in the world makes you think you have a right to speak to Gore in such a manner?" He put an arm around Gore defensively. Whoever this person was, he didn't like him.

“What, he hasn’t told you about me?" He asked, raising an eyebrow. “You say you’re his boyfriend, but you don’t…" The man suddenly paused, blinking slowly. “Wait, back that shit up."

"Manic…" Gore began, shooting Gengler a warning glance. “Manic, p-please don’t."

The Greed-ler paid his counterpart no mind, taking a few steps closer and inspecting the man before him. “Ain’t that funny. You say he’s your boyfriend, but you don’t really know shit about him." He clicked his tongue, shooting Gore a disapproving glance. “You lying little shit."

"That’s n-not true." Gore said, shooting him the nastiest glare he could muster. “That’s not true. I did not lie to him. I didn’t lie to anyone."

"So you’re purposefully leaving out information, then."

"No-"

"Because," Manic continued, speaking over the boy with ease, “there’s no way in hell he would want anything to do with you if he knew the whole story. It’s just not possible. No one could love a so-"

“Shư̴̸̢͝t u̶͜͝͝͝p̸̕͞͝!" Gore suddenly snapped, his voice uncharacteristically loud. “Shut the hell up, Manic! You don’t even know what’s going on here. You have no right to do this to me! Why can’t I just be happy without you coming to ruin it all?!"

Manic stared at his counterpart for a few seconds, blinking slowly. “I’m sorry mister whatever the fuck your name is." He said after a short pause, shooting Gengler an apologetic look. “He’s usually much more well-behaved than this."

"ＧＯＲＥ  ＳＨＵＴ  ＴＨＥ  ＨＥＬＬ  ＵＰ，  ＴＨＥ  ＧＲＯＷＮＵＰＳ  ＡＲＥ  ＴＲＹＩＮＧ  ＴＯ  ＨＡＶＥ  Ａ  ＣＯＮＶＥＲＳＡＴＩＯＮ  ＨＥＲＥ～"

He yanked his hand out of the boy’s chest, watching him fall to the ground with disgust. “Anyways." The man continued, placing one boot on top of Gore’s head. "I’m Manic. It’s a pleasure to meet you~"

[gore-ler]

"Gore, who is that rather strange man speaking in an odd rhythm?" He asks, raising an eyebrow upon learning of this stranger's entrance.

Gore turned around, his poker face vanishing in an instant. “G-gengler!" He gasped, eyes going wide. “You have to get out of here. P-please, it isn’t safe when he’s around!"

The newcomer tilted his head to the side slightly, completely ignoring the smaller boy’s frantic pleas. “I could say the same about you. Brother, dear~ ♪" He practically sang, glancing at Gore out of the corner of his eye. “Who the hell is the freak with the eye condition? Don‘t tell me you’ve actually made friends or something."

Gore avoided his gaze, staring at the ground instead. "… Manic, please s-stop."

[gore-ler]

"Yeah, you're right." Gengler said as she put some thought into it. "I suppose I could try to find some different clothing to wear since my current attire isn't exactly comfortable with this body. No reason I shouldn't go about my day to day life~" She wasn't sure exactly what she could change into, though, since she had no female clothes. She figured he should probably invest in some in case this happened again, at least.

“I know Rebekah has some dresses in her r-room, but I would kind of  feel bad about going through her things without permission. I don’t think they would fit you, though.” Gore said, taking a quick glance at Gengler’s changed appearance. “We could always go on some sort of shopping trip. I probably w-wouldn’t be much help though.” He really didn’t know the first thing about women’s clothing. Something about skirts and blouses? Gore’s sense of fashion had always been a bit strange.

“I think there’s a few stores in town that sell nice things.” He said, recalling the place he went to when he needed some fancy clothes.

[gore-ler]

Gengler leaned into the other's hug and thought a moment. It did feel rather odd being the short one for a change, but it didn't feel /bad/. "True. They could have turned me into a monster or something worse. Ah, 'fun'?' She smiled a little. "What kind of 'fun' did you have in mind? I've never thought about what I could do in this state before..."

“Uh, well…” Gore began, nibbling slightly on his lower lip. “I’m not r-really all that sure, actually. What can you do now that you couldn’t before? Wear different clothes, or…?” He trailed off with a shrug. He hadn’t really put much thought into what he said. He had been more focused on making Gengler feel better.

“I guess you could pretty much do anything you want.” He said after a short pause, shooting her an awkward smile. “I mean, does it really matter if you look a bit different? It’s not like there’s anything stopping you from still enjoying things.”

[gore-ler]

"Thanks..." Gengler can't help but give him a small grin upon hearing his kind words. At least around Gore she felt she had nothing to be ashamed of. She was going to give him a light kiss on the forehead the way she normally did, but being shorter now she gave him a quick peck on the lips instead. "Yeah, you're right, it probably is just anon magic; hopefully I'll be back to myself in a few days~"

“It’s no problem.” Gore said, smiling. He was just happy he could be emotionally supportive, considering how clueless he was when it came to interacting with other people.

He leaned down slightly when she kissed him, trying to make it a bit easier. It was a bit strange to be the taller one in the pair all of a sudden. “See? That’s t-the spirit.” He slowly lowered his arms, wrapping them gently around her and giving her a small squeeze. “I’m sure you’ll be fine for a few days. Maybe you could actually try and have some fun with this, even? I mean, there’s a lot of worse things they could have done to you, after all.”