How To Balance Your Daytime and Nighttime Activities So That You Don't Burn Yourself Out More Than You Already Have
It had been a long few minutes since he'd opened the door and there were a lot of questions running through Dick's head. Most pressing of which was how this kid seems to have information he should not have.
"How did you..?" he asked, but the words wouldn't leave completely. There's so much he wants to know, so much he wants to ask.
"How do I what?" Danny tilted his head like the child he seems to be is.
"How do you know?" Dick knows he sounds weak. There's no hiding that, but there are a lot of implications in what the kid has said so far and none of it is painting a very happy picture for him.
"Oh!" Danny had the audacity to smile, "You want to know how I know you moonlight as a vigilante!" And of course he knows. Dick knows he knows, but he'd held a little bit of hope that the child Danny was mistaken. Danny's smile softened a bit as he explained, "Your hair and voice match up in both jobs almost perfectly. Not to mention your build and how you hold yourself. There's also the matter of your overall vibes, but that's not something living beings can normally pick up on." Excuse him? "Well, not living humans, at least, so no worries on that end!"
"Excuse me?" Dick was fairly sure his heart just stopped beating for a moment there.
"Anyway, I was a hero back home for a while, too. I know what it's like to have to walk the tightrope between maintaining a civilian cover and a hero persona. I know how it feels to have to keep secrets from everyone because anyone who knows will be in danger." he rambled, Though, admittedly, our circumstances are quite different. I was working as a hero all hours of the day as well as going to school. You only have to worry about properly balancing between day and night jobs. Either way, me having more to bounce between just makes me al the more qualified to help you!"
Oh. Oh he did not like that. He didn't like a single thing that just came out of the kid's mouth. Because that's what he is, a kid. "Are you...Are you alright?"
"Not in the slightest," Danny admitted with an even smaller smile. Then, it brightened, not quite to a grin, but to something similar, "But I'm here to make sure you are."
He gets points for being honest, but Dick felt his heart shatter. He knew for a fact that he'd never worked with this kid before. He also knew that the Justice League didn't know about him. If they did, he would've been picked up and dropped with either the Young Justice team or the Titans.
Dick wasn't going to ask why he became a hero because that's not his place. It's more of a 'third mission with the team' kind of questions, anyway. Most of the heroes didn't have many options when they took up the mantle. Asking what Danny can do is a more appropriate question, but he wasn't going to ask that, either.
"Now that that's out of the way," Danny turned a few pages from the table of contents to another one that was topped with 'Why Sleep Scheduling Is Important' in the blue glitter pen that Dick was starting to suspect he favored. "You're not getting enough sleep. Following you around - no one's been able to find me for a while, so don't worry about that - for the last two weeks has given me some really worrisome information on you."
Dick was worrying. He was worrying a lot and even more questions were coming to the forefront of his mind.
"Your dayjob is as an officer on the Bludhaven Police Force, or BPD for short." He was looking over the page he'd turned to very aptly and Dick realized that the kid had notes written on him. "The average hours per week for police across the country is forty hours. Gotham and Bludhaven are the exceptions. As a member of the BPD, you work a solid two days and two hours. Six nights a week, you work as Nightwing from eight in the evening to three in the morning. The last day, you take off, which is good. No deserable pattern, so good on you for that. Regardless, that's seven hour nights and ten hour days, with one day off and one day on call as an officer. Seven hours are now left in your day for personal time, eating, and sleeping. That's not a healthy way to live."
Oh, god, the kid had honest to god notes on him! What the hell!
Danny didn't even skip a beat as he pulled Dick's attention back to him and his binder. "I've drawn up a schedule for you to follow." The back of the page had a meticulously drawn schedule, complete with blocks of time to eat, sleep, work both jobs, travel, personal time, and still have a bit extra left over. It was titled 'Ideal End Result' in green marker. "Drastic changes right away will only affect you negatively, so we're starting off smaller." The next page over had another schedule titled 'Where To Begin'. "I've only pulled one hour from your Nightwing hours because I know important that time is to you and the city. I am, however, going to be having you submit an appeal to your boss to cut back your hours from fifty a week to forty a week. That way, you'll only be working eight hours a day and not ten. You'll still be on call for one day, and you'll have that last day off. Altogether, you'll be going be going from working seventeen hours a day to fourteen hours a day. Nine in the morning to five in the afternoon, and eight in the evening to two in the morning. Not including breaks at work or travel time. It opens up a few more hours for you to sleep!"
"You really think the chief is going to pull back my hours?" Dick raised an eyebrow in question.
"He will if he knows what's good for him."
"You know I can arrest you for that threat, right?"
"Yeah, but you won't." And, damn it, he's right.
Although, there was now another thing he had to know. "How to you plan on enforcing this schedule of yours?"
Danny seemed to have been waiting for this. He got a gleam in his eye as he pulled a black folder from his bag, not breaking eye contact with Dick. He placed it on the table and pushed it across. "Congratulations, it's a boy."
Summary: After everything went wrong in the worst possible way, Danny escapes into the Far Frozen. He only meant to go there to recover, but would it really be so bad if he just stayed?
WC: 1,268
TW: this is post-dissec so the boy is pretty injured but I don't go into a whole lot of detail
You can read the fic on AO3 or down below the cut
Danny crashed into a snowbank somewhere on the outskirts of the main village in the Far Frozen.
For half a second he thought about just crawling the rest of the way but then he felt the snow.
The cold felt so nice against his injuries he didn't dare move and risk ruining what little bliss he had.
Now that he wasn’t moving he was having a hard time keeping his eyes open. Or one eye anyway. The other was already closed partly because it was smooshed into the snow and partly because…
Well, the short answer was that it was injured.
He let his eyes close and figured he'd probably hear when someone came by.
Maybe.
His ears were still ringing like crazy.
He pulled a pile of snow closer to his chest with the arm that wasn't underneath himself. The cold felt so nice against his wounds but his core still ached.
He didn't think they had reached it when…
He was pretty sure the cuts weren't that deep…
So why did it hurt so much?
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Danny woke up only slightly aware.
He could tell he wasn't outside anymore.
There were a couple of people having a quiet conversation nearby. Their voices were too low and deep for him to understand anything.
He could feel the various bandages and medical gauze on all his wounds. There was even a patch over his injured eye.
There was an ever present yet gentle chill in the air.
That all seemed to point to him being in the Far Frozen's medical ward.
He was safe now.
He sighed and let himself drift back to sleep.
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The next time he woke up he actually felt awake.
He was still sore but definitely not in as much pain as before.
He took a moment to take in the room. Or as much of it as he could with only one eye.
Frostbite was at his side, thankfully on the side that could see, once he noticed Danny was awake.
“I’m glad to see you awake, Great One.”
“Sorry for crashing in unannounced.”
“No need to apologize.” Frostbite said immediately.
He took a second but then spoke again, “There is something I would like to speak to you about.”
Danny took a breath and braced himself for the questions about why he was here.
“The injuries you have are,” Frostbite hesitated, “concerning.”
Danny focused his attention on the blanket over his knees instead of responding.
“It’s okay if you don't want to talk about it right now. I just need to ask a few things to make sure you heal properly."
Danny felt a little bit of tension leave his shoulders. He really hadn't expected Frostbite to hold off on questioning him.
He hardly wanted to think about what happened, let alone talk about it.
“Did you come into contact with any poisons, chemicals, or any other kind of foreign substance?”
Danny crossed his arms and hugged himself as he took a moment to compose himself. “Yeah.”
Frostbite pulled up a chair and laced his fingers. “I was afraid of that,” he said solemnly.
“I’m not sure what it was exactly but it made it so I couldn’t move.” He started to idly trace an imaginary line back and forth across his blanketed leg, “that wore off though. Obviously. I’d still be there if it hadn’t,” he rambled.
Frostbite placed his hand on the bed, “I’m terribly sorry you were hurt, but I am so thankful that you were able to make it here. My people and I will do our very best to have you healthy again.”
Danny took a breath.
He was so glad he had met Frostbite.
It was nice to have an adult who liked him. Or anyone really.
He was starting to think there was something wrong with him with how many people just could not stand him.
He opened his mouth to speak but hesitated and closed it again.
“I'm always happy to help you learn and grow. But I feel there's more to it than that.”
“I'm probably just worrying over nothing, or maybe I am just a huge screw up and it's just a matter of time before I screw up enough for you to hate me too.” The corners of his eyes started to sting but he held it back. “I always try so hard to make everyone happy and fix things when I mess up, but it's never enough and somehow I always make things worse. Why is it so easy to have people hate me? What's so wrong with me that it's just so easy to hate my guts?”
“Great One, everyone can't hate you. Surely there are people who like you besides me and my people.”
“My two friends and my sister. That's it. Everyone else I know hates me.”
“Well clearly those other people have terrible tastes. I find you delightful.”
“What if I hadn't stopped Pariah Dark?”
“You helped me the very first time we met without knowing a thing about me.”
Danny thought back and he had helped Frostbite get rid of that big icicle from his back.
“And even if you hadn’t needed to do that when we first met, I would still like you.”
The ache in his chest started to soften. It was nice that he could ask stuff like this and not get talked down to or ignored.
It was nice to know that Frostbite really did care about him.
“Great One, I hate to pry but I couldn’t help but notice that you didn’t list your parents on the list of people who like you.”
Danny felt a sharp sting in his core again.
“Great One?” Frostbite sounded worried.
Danny didn’t want to worry him.
Not saying anything was worrying him, but saying the truth wasn’t going to make it better.
“I didn’t because they don’t make the list.”
Frostbite didn’t say anything but Danny could tell he wanted to.
Danny looked up at him, and gave a slight nod. He might as well get it over with.
“Did they?” Frostbite started to ask but didn’t finish.
Danny looked away. He really didn’t want to think about this. Not right now.
The growl in Frostbite’s chest got Danny’s attention.
“Parents shouldn’t hurt their children.”
“They didn’t do it!” Danny quickly defended.
Frostbite relaxed only slightly.
“They didn’t take me being a ghost super well. They sent me away. I think they were trying to fix me. They wanted to get that nasty ghost out of me. I don’t know if they understand that the ghost is me.”
Frostbite pulled Danny into his arms and held him tight.
“Great One, I will personally make sure you have a place to stay here during and after your recovery. You are more than welcome to return to the human world once you are feeling up to it, but know you will always have a place here.”
It seemed like such a simple thing but Danny felt like that hug alone could heal him. It definitely made his core stop aching.
In fact, his core felt better than ever. A nice cool chill radiated off it and left him feeling completely content.
It was nice to know he had a place here.
Surely that offer for a place to stay meant that Frostbite would be the one to take care of him.
If not, well, Danny figured he had plenty of time to convince him. He wasn’t going anywhere anytime soon.
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Cross groans as he leans against a wall and resists the urge to bonk his own skull against it "How can we not have foudn him!?" It has been three weeks of them searching at this point! Which means that Nightmare had been out and about for a month now!
Killer leans against the wall next to him "Chin up Cross. We don't want to make a scene and make people realise something is up."
Cross sighs but pulls away from the wall and pulls himself together. Killer is right, a sentence Cross does not use often, and they need to keep a low profile if they want to find Nightmare wihtout anyone realising it.
Dust joins their side and shakes his skull. Okay. Good news and bad news in one go. Good news, no one seems to have heard or seen anything about Nightmare. Bad news, no one has heard or seen anything about him!
Cross sighs and looks at Dust "Horror?"
Dust shrugs. he must see the unimpressed look on Cross face as Dust seems to think a moment longer "Horror is making a second round. No traces of him foudn just yet. but he wants to be sure."
Cross nods. Horror is by far the best tracker out of the four of them and if Horror can't find anything none of them will.
Killer nods as he pulls out his phone "Okay. this universe was also a burst. We don't need anything right?"
Cross shakes his skull "We got our supplies." which is nice about staying on the move, you can travel very light.
Killer nods as he considers the list he made "Okay. We are still searching for that universe. but we are near a split again. We can either go for the sciency universes or the more magical ones. I think the magical ones will lead to our end goal quicker..."
Cross thinks it over. It would be nice if they get to Dreamtale quickly to make sure Nightmare isn't there. It had been a goal until now and the only reason they had been making small jumps and going from universe to universe is because they wanted to be sure Nightmare wasn't in one of those or anyone heard of what happened.
It had been Horror who had offered that they should check everything. After his own accident and his own magic being difficult he had lost some of his more natural abilities. If Nightmare lost his own magical powers he may also lose his ability to travel through the mulitverse. meaning he could get stranded somewhere.
So they were making tiny jumps to neighbouring universes for now. and checking each one that they stopped it. The job they had with Nightmare is actually very helpful for this and trained them as at this point they are able to search about three universes a day.
They know how each universe is suposed to feel and are able to spot key differences or elements that don't belong thanks to all the exposure they have had. Meaning they should in theory be able to spot Nightmare as soon as they see him. or the traces of him.
Cross is still worried. They all already agreed Nightmare would most likely go back to the way he was before. the tiny skeleton from the storybook. But the image of the babybones with his skull smashed open keeps haunting cross. What if that wound returns as well? Would that mean that Ngihtmare is just somewhere heavily injuried with no help? could that have meant that nightmare just... died?
When Cross first asked Killer about it he had just huffed. said that boss is tougher than they can even imagine. and that if he had already died that Killer doubts the castle or the universe it had been in would have still been as stable as it had been when they visited.
Which, Cross knows Killer is right. Cross had seen what happens to a universe that grows too instable and gets destroyed. He had lived in it.
Still. the worry remains and-
"Nothing." Horror joins them again "where too next?"
Killer looks over at Horror "We are at another branch. Science or magic."
Horror frowns as Dust finally speaks again "Both can be promising or worrying. Both have ways of knowing about the multiverse and them..."
Horror nods "Meaning, which way do we think Nightmare would pick if he had to make small jumps. and which could he get stuck in if a large jump misfired?"
Killer frowns as he looks back at his phone and the copy of the general multiverse map he made. Cross looks over his shoulder and frowns with him. Cross can see what makes Killer hesitant to pick either. both paths look promising.
Dust tilts his skull "Which universes are in both paths? And which is saver for a babybones."
Cross turns to Dust and knows so are Killer and Horror.
Dust rolls his eye lights "We know who he is. He knows that. The multiverse at large? Does not. their story isnt known. either way. If nightmare remembers everything and he is going where we think he is going. He will pick the path off least resistence as he knows he is..." a glance around before softer "fragile. if he does not remember. He will take the path of least resistence because trauma and past injuries. So. Which is safer for a babybones?"
Killer blinks before looking back at his list and removing universes. Most Fell universes go straight out. so fo the Mafia stuff. Blaster AUs are next to go. any Genocide endings are out as well and Killer reconsiders the map.
Killer frowns "There is no clear path anymore. a lot of zigzagging. But! I think i see a path which could be seen as safe." he snorts and wiggles his eyebrows, how he does it Cross never figured out, "We can go by a Lustverse."
Dust looks wholly unimpressed and Horror looks disapproving "Focus. Adn are you sure?"
Killer snorts but nods "Yeah. Lustverse is originally build on having a children wish and that not working correctly or something. I don't remember they details but if they see a child they will 100% protect him." he nods and looks at Cross "Knife ready?"
Cross nods as he pulls out his knife "Where to?"
Killer joins his side "We are going to a pacifist upper tale thing. just aim east and slice and it should connect." Cross does as told and the portal fuzzes for a bit before a clear rift opens. On the other side green grass and sunshine.
Cross waits until the other three entered before looking around them quickly. No one near. good. and he goes in.
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Nightmare is not a fan of this.
The market is too open and there are too many people.
Good side about it is though... a lot of them will give you free samples and food if you are a kid.
Nightmare walks around another stand and stops by one with all kinds of fruit. it is a lot harder to look over the edge and see all of it but he makes it work. He still hasn't eaten today and really should.
He can't quite remember how much food he needs and when. For now he just gets food whenever he gets really hungry. Just a tiny snack to keep him going. He had been having meals every day or other day. that is good right?
Sure he feels hungry a lot but that is probably normal. If he ate each time he got hungry he would be eating throughout the day and that just seems like a lot.
Nightmare considers the food and how much gold he still has. He had been lucky so far and hadn't been moving to a new universe yet. He had eben here for three days now instead of his normal two.
"Oh hello again friend!"
Nightmare flinches and has to stop himself from ducking away. He looks up and sees the man behind the stall smiling. "... hello..."
The man grins "Good to see you back again little friend. we had been worried when no one spotted you. Would you like to help me test some of the fruits? I can only sell the best stuff of course!"
Nightmare... knows he is just trying to ease him into accepting it. even though he knows it... it works. his soul swells a bit at the idea of helping and being seen as helpful. Nightmare isn't sure why. Ever since he finished shrinking it has become hard to understand himself.
He looks to the side but nods "okay..."
the man nods and considers the fruit "well. I personally think the grapes may be a bit off." he grabs a cluster of grapes and holds it out.
Nightmare holds his own hands under it and the man releases the grapes, never touching him. which is probably because Nightmare can't stop flinching and backing away when people raise their hands or voices.
Nightmare picks one off and eats it. it tastes so good! Sweet and refreshing. nightmare takes his time to eat the tiny treat before looking back at him "It is good." he holds the grapes back out to give back.
The man nods as he taps his chin "that is good to hear. you mind finishing those all and come back if any of them tasted off? We need a good sample size of the tastetesting." he says it as he calmly places a box full of grape clusters ready for sale.
Ngihtmare immediantly pulls the grape close again and nods "Sure..." he doesn't promise it. He isn't an idiot to make promises to strangers. but this man has never been difficult about him having to pay much more than a taste test. Nightmare figures it is something else pity he just pities him but Nightmare just.. can't focus as easily on those things anymore. it is harder too focus on certain stuff and if he tries to force himself to focus or think certain ways it just causes his skull to ache.
So he tries to stay in the now and reacts and thinks only to what happens or are direct threats.
He walks through the market as he eats his grapes. one by one. enjoying each one.
Nightmare is very disappointed when the cluster is all gone and takes a moment to find a trashcan to throw it away. some woman coo and mutter about such a good mannered child and Nightmare feels himself blush and feels the need to hide. it isn't that big of a deal! H just threw soemthing away! be good for nature and stuff and don't throw it just on the ground!
Nightmare quickly leaves the area and starts to make his way back to where he left his stuff. He needs to relax. maybe he can read his book for a moment and nap.
He walks between people and makes sure to not touch anyone. letting his eye lights look around the crowd.
Then he freezes.
Was that white?
probably not right?
Nightmare still strains his eye lights to search the area he saw it. Then he spots him.
And Nightmare cna see that Cross spotted him at exactly the same time.
Neither of them look away from each other for a moment. Nightmare feels his soul pick up the pace as the need to run rises by the second. It is fine. It is fine! Cross... cross probably doesn't even realise he was here! It is just a coincidence.
Cross turns his skull a tiny bit but his eye lights don't break eye contact. Cross is saying something to someone and Nightmare breaks the eye contact to glace.
That is Killer.
Ngihtmare doesn't think as he turns and runs right into the crowd.
"Wait!"
Yup! That is Cross! Nightmar keeps running.
He goes between people and dives under stalls as he uses the crowd for cover. he makes a turn and glances back only to see Cross a lot closer.
Shit.
He makes another sharp turn and spots an possible escape. He rushes into an alleyway and dives behind a dumpster and stays very quiet.
it only takes a few seconds before he hears running steps. he sees a flash of white between the opening of the dumpster and the wall.
the footsteps don't pause and Cross keeps running.
It takes a while but eventually it goes quiet again.
Nightmare waits for a while longer before wiggling his way out of the enclosed space. he checks the area as he jumps out and goes back into the market. He pulls the hood of the hoody back on and puts his hands into his pockets.
He can't hide the skeleton feet as he isn't wearing socks or shoes but this will have to do for now.
He is such an idiot! He should have kept moving instead of staying in the same universe for so long! Nightmare nods to himself. He will go to his little hidey place. grab his things. and make a jump.
He cuts through the market and finds the building with the empty storage he had taken over. he climbs in through the window and huffs as he lands hard in his little hidey place.
Nightmare leans against the wall and lets out a breath in relieve. okay. he is fine. he is fine. he is-
"Ah!" he gets picked up and is suddenly held back against a much larger form.
"Finally. we have been looking everywhere."
Nightmare freezes because that is Dust. Then he starts to struggle and fight more to be let go.
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Dust runs over the roof tops as he easily keeps up with the small form in the market. Cross on the ground not far behind.
To say they are relieved would be an understatement. They had actually found boss.
How is he so tiny? Are all six year olds that tiny? Or is he just that tiny because of... well everything?
Dust isn't sure.
When Cross had frozen they had all turned to him to see what had been wrong. He had motioned that he had found Nightmare. Only for Nightmare to start running.
Which, rude. What the hell Nightmare?
Killer had been quick to step up to the job or right hand and gave them orders. Cross would follow on foot. Dust would go over the rooftops to make sure we didn't lose him. Killer nad Horror would go around the market and go to the other end to corner him if necessary.
Dust watches Nightmare dive into an alleyway and hide. Cross follows the path but once he can't spot Nightmare he keeps running right back out. only a moment later Nightmare comes out of hiding and goes back the way he came.
Dust follows him from the rooftops. making sure to stay quiet as he does so. He does take a moment to take his phone out and text the others that he still has eyes on Nightmare and is following him.
This does imply that Nightmare doesn't remember him. Why else would he freak out at the sight of Cross? Cross of all skeletons?
But if Nightmare doesn't have his memories and only remembers Dream as fellow skeleton... maybe that could explain why he freaked out?
Or it is because all of you betrayed him and he knows you can't be trusted the voice of papyrus is not welcome at the moment.
Dust glares as he keeps following Nightmare "shut up. you don't know shit."
he laughs oh? Cursing already? You will infect your terrible manners unto the tiny babybones. unless of course you just do what you should and kill him.
Dust slowly moves to the next roof "I already told you. I am not killing him."
A huff Then what will you do?! He is useless like this! Offers nothing!
Dust hisses his own answer back "He is a child. He doesn't have to offer anything."
a laugh so now he is a child? While before he was just your weakened boss? Which is is sans?
Dust ignores the ghost as he watches Nightmare disappear into a building. Dust is quick to silently follow him. Nightmare pants as he leans against the wall under the window that Dust is perched on. Dust scans the room before anything else. It is empty and looks old. in the corner he spots a backpack that looks a lot like one of Cross's anime backpacks. it lays on a thin blanket of some kind. otherwise the room is filled with boxes and other junk.
Nightmare looks calm and Dust acts quickly as he scoops Nightmare up as he lands inside the room.
Dust lets out a breath as tension leaves his body "Finally. we have been looking everywhere." They found him. they did it.
Nightmare is frozen for a moment before he starts to wiggle and struggle "let me go!"
Oh fuck that voice is so much higher than before. also shit Ngihtmare is slippery!
Dust groans as he tries to tighten his hold on the small skeleton but he is unsure how to do this without hurting the other. he is so much tinier than he thought he would be. Not to forget most likely much much more fragile. How does he hold Nightmare like this?!
Dust tries to change his handhold but alost drops Ngihtmare "Calm down Nightmare. it is just me." maybe he just didn't recognise him? please remember him.
more laughter What now you are scared he forgot you? Like he ever mattered to you! Hah!
Dust wants to snap at the voice but stops himself. If nightmare really doesn't know who they are than talking out loud to something no one else hears is not the right way to introduce himself.
Nightmare does not stop struggling and Dust keeps having to change his hold on the other.
In the end Dust decides to just sit down under the window and roll up around the tiny babybones- Nightmare. around nightmare. He ahs to remind himself it is Nightmare.
But... nightmare is a babybones now. or was always a babybones.
... mental and moral problem for later with how he will deal with that.
At least Nightmare stopped struggling. instead jjust panting harshly in his hold. No doubt tired from first trying to escape them and then struggling to be freed.
Dust just hugs the other tighter. do not relax his hold and give the other a chance to escape.
He is so tiny! so much lighter than Dust expected him to be. Also thinner as most of his form seems to be just the hoody. Wait that is his old hoody.
Dust isn't sure how to react to this. How to react to the feeling of having this tiny babybones against and with him.
Well good job. you have captured a babybones. are you going to kill him like you killed me? remembering how i was as babyboned never stopped you from killing me after all.
Dust feels his hold tighten on Nightmare. No. he is not going to hurt nightmare. Dust can be a good... a good.. henchman. and henchman help their boss. even if their boss is now tiny and easy to hold and so so thin and feels warm against them and Dust can feel the tiny fragile soul slowly calm down as they are close enough that Dust can feel it pulse and beat in the other.
Dust sighs as he struggles to find words "That is better." he makes sure one of his arms has a tight hold on Ngihtmare before he grabs his phone. He opens the group chat and types a message 'I got him. Just have to get back to you guys. See you outside of town, south side.' and he sends it. only a moment before he gets celebratory emojis back for the news.
Dust puts the phone away and stands "Time to go." he turns to the window.
Nightmare immediantly starts to struggle "no! My stuff!"
Dust frowns down before looking back. It shouldn't matter. They can just grab stuff he wants from other universes and they did that before... then again. If anyone understands how you can unreasonably attached to objects it is Dust, he still has Papyrus' scarf after all.
Dust nods and walks over to the corner of things. He holds one arm around Nightmare, holding him against his shoulder and partly over it. as he packes the stuff laying around with his other hand.
Thin blanket, backpack just holds a book, a lighter, a pocketknife and some gold. Not a lot but if this is all NIghtmare had to make his way through the multiverse for the last month it is all the more impressive.
Dust can't help but ask "Why not take more things?" he finishes packing and puts the backpack on Ngihtmare's back before taking a tight hold on him again as he easily lifts him.
Nightmare grumbles but mutters and answer "Too heavy... travel light and find what you need."
Dust freezes. He hadn't expected an answer. but if... if Ngihtmare answered then... "Ready... to meet up with the others?"
Ngihtmare freezes and wiggles for a moment before going lax with a sigh "you four met back up?"
Dust feels his soul relax. He remembers them. He rememebrs them! Oh this makes everything so much better!
Dust grins as he checks outside the window "Of course." of course they would emet back up to find him. obviously. Now. To get to the tohers and get the hell out of here.
They are going to have to figure out how to manage this child after all.
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They had aqcuired the child! now they just need to figure out how to be parents lmao. I am sure they will be fine :) They only lightly traumatized Nightmare here by stalking him, hunting him, intruding on his safe space, and forcefully moving him :D
They are fine you all :D
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This one was fun to write! so mcuh fun! i love getting them all to interact and do things :D
i want to adopt you all but i think you're all older than me so. you're all adopting me now. im your child (yes, you reading this). im like a living pengu except i die if i don't have someone to annoy every 10 minutes food and water is optional
What's a reverse adoption? How is that different from a reverse conjure or a custom conjure?
If you're feeling called to a spirit, but can't find them listed on the site, reverse adoption listings allow you the chance to find them from the pool of fully vetted entities waiting to find their forever person! Reverse conjures, on the other hand, include a brand new conjuration where a vetting period takes place, and you can make a few requests to help us find the right being. Typically you can't specify the race or make overly specific requests. Custom conjures, however, you can request whatever you like! We'll try to match your parameters as best as we feasibly can, but we can't always guarantee we'll meet all the criteria of your requests — you can't customize a living person!
What are spiritual services? How do they differ from preconjure listings or reverse adoptions?
Spiritual services can be things like tarot readings, art portraits, personal shopping with your companion on your behalf, scrying sessions, energy readings, and much more! They are typically offered as fun little things you can do or get for your companion in order to bond with them, or as additional services you can add on to a listing.
How does the "adoption" process work, for a lack of better terms, in your shop?
After your visits — and any other visits the entity or spirit may have been entertaining — are concluded, and if you have put in an offer to bring them into your spirit family, we will conduct a verification or "claims" reading. If they accept your offer and choose you, we will send you an invoice for payment. Once payment has been made in full, we will slot you in to the to-do list. Exact turn around times vary from conjurer to conjurer, and factors such as existing order volume and day job demands may shift these time frames. That being said, we will communicate to you what the turn around time will be for your particular order at the time of your purchase. We will always communicate delays.
Once the binding is complete, you can do the welcome ritual in your companion PDF at any time to welcome them officially!
What kind of involvement do conjurers have after a binding is complete? Can I ask you personal questions about my companion after the binding if I struggle to communicate?
While we will always offer you post-binding support if you're having any issues, concerns, or questions about the culture or race your companion comes from, we believe very firmly in not interfering with the relationship dynamics of the human and spirit companion.
Questions we are happy to answer include but are not limited to ...
• "I'm really fascinated by X's culture, and I read their race information, but I'm very curious about this specific part of their culture. Can you explain X to me in more detail?"
• "I lost my companion's PDF! Can you resend it to me?"
• "I got a new vessel for X! Can you do another binding for me?"
• "My current path has shifted, and I feel my companion and I may want different things now. Can you help me rehome them?"
Questions we will not answer may sound like ...
• "I can't hear my companion, can you contact them and talk to them for me?"
• "I feel like X wants to tell me something, can you channel them for me?"
• "I'm in love with X, do they reciprocate?"
• "My companion isn't answering my pings, are they mad at me?"
Please understand that we set these boundaries for a reason, and we encourage you to work on your communication abilities in order to be self-sufficient within your own spirit relationships.
This blog now functions as an adoption center for spirits and companions alike! I take in spirits who wish for companionship, I make sure they're good and kind, and then I find them a human willing and able to take them in ^^
PRICE: FREEEEEEE
That's right folks B) of course there's a limit on how many spirits you can get, but I want to make sure everyone can share the love with some spirits! So from now on, I'll be opening and closing the slots, you can tip if you're able, but it's not required at all
limit is one RA (reverse adoption) and two PC (preconjure) per person per month!
Hmu if you want either owo I'll be posting preconjures at some point so be on the look for those!
