Was there ever a character you wanted to cameo or feature in OSD, but held against it?
Oh boy. Oh boy did I.
The boy in question was none of than this beloved 90's disaster 👉
I love this guy so much it doesn't even make sense. And I really really wanted to have him interact with Dream. But since the idea I had for him wouldn't fit into OSD's plot structure, I turned it into a short-side fic. Unfortunately, I was struggling with updating my big-main fic at the time, so it was shoved into the farthest, dustiest corner of my mind, never to see the light of day.
That is, until now. Sort of. I wrote a summary of the fic's plot below for those who are curious and for my own catharsis as a writer.
Thanks for giving me a valid reason to talk about this, hope you enjoy! ✌️
The ficlet, A Fresh New Friend, was divided into 4 chapters/parts:
Chapter 1.
Killer walks out of the kitchen into the living room munching on a snack to find Dust asleep on the couch and Dream doodling on the floor. Curious, he snatches the picture and snorts. Another drawing of his imaginary friend, eh? Dream indignantly asserts for the 20th time that his friend really is real- he's just shy. Killer doesn't believe him of course and continues to bully Dream until a quick quip from a now awake and glaring Dust shuts him up. Once Killer shuffles out with his tail tucked, Dream climbs into Dust's lap. He looks at the picture then at then lifts his puppies eyes to Dust, asking if he believes him. Dust's static smile softens and he assures him he does. He knows what it's like to believe in something that isn't actually there, after all. To cheer Dream up, he carries the babybone into the kitchen and together they tape it to the fridge on top of 30 other pictures. As they leave, Dream chirps how he can't wait for them to meet him. Dust says he looks forward to it too. The "camera" is still focused on the fridge. The brightly colored stick figure winks ominously.
Chapter 2.
Dream is alone in his room playing with his stuffed toys. Just when Super Ducky is about to get Sneaky Snake, somebody suddenly covers Dream's sockets! But the moment he hears that "Guess who, lil broski~" he knows exactly who it is. Some laughes, a few questions from Dream and a lot of slang from Fresh, the littlebone's mood drops all of a sudden. He tells him how Killer teased him again and asks Fresh to meet his family again. Fresh slaps his red cap into Dream's head (which falls into his face) and says something like "some time blagh blah blah more 90's slang that goes over his head". Dream both sad and confused now, so Fresh quickly whips out the gift he brought for his "tiny home skillet". The distraction works as Dream is delighted by this new purple fluffy "Furby" thing. Then Fresh pulls out his phone and they watch 90's Teenage Mutant Ninja Turtles together or something like that.
(Bonus Scene)
Killer meanders down the hall, twirling his knife and whistling. He stops when he sees the crack in Dream's door. He peaks his head in and spies the Furby looking right at him. Huh. He didn't remember that weird looking toy before . . . Eh. Probably something the guys got him. Killer resumes his whistling and continues down the hall. The Furby looks in the direction he went.
Chapter 3.
Dream slowly walks up to Nightmare's office door. He goes to knock, but hesitates. Nightmare calls him in anyway. Anxiously, Dream walks in and is told to sit in the chair in front of his brother's desk. He sits stiffly, unable to meet his brother's gaze, knowing he's in trouble probably for the third window he's broken this week. He is very surprised and relieved confused when Nightmare places his new Furby upon the desk. Nightmare then interogates Dream and, when it is confirmed to be from Fresh, he sternly orders him not to speak to him again and to tell Nightmare immediately if he sees him.
Dream is aghast at his brother's demand. After all, Fresh is his friend! Nightmare suddenly gets strangly angry, accusing him of always believing what his "friends" say over what he says. Dream doesn't understand . . . what friends? Nightmare blinks, snapping out of it, then sighs. He tells Dream that not all "friends" are who they say that are. He asks Dream to trust him and promise him that he'll do as he's told. Dream reluctantly does so. Nightmare thanks him. Dream then asks if he can still keep the Furby, to which Nightmare begrudgingly relents too.
Dream starts to leave, tightly clutching his fury companion, when Nightmare stops him. For a second, his little heart hopes it's because he changed his mind. Only for those hopes to be dashed to pieces when Nightmare tells him he found the broken window and because Dream kept it a secret, he won't be allowed to join them for movie night tonight. Dream tries to argue, but Nightmare won't listen. After screaming how mean Nightmare is, he runs into his room and cries into the cotton-candy scented synthetic fur.
The Furby's eyes look back at Dream, then at the doorway, and narrow with a merchanic click.
Chapter 4.
Dream is still sulking a few days later when Fresh shows up again. At first Dream is excited, but that's quickly exstinguished when he remembers his promise. Fresh brushes Nightmare's concerns off, promising he'd never hurt his little broski. He tells Dream to stick it to the old fuddy duddy and go the skate park Fresh told him about for a bit. While unsure, Dream is still upset at Nightmare, so he agrees to go. But! Only after he writes a note for his brother, in case he comes looking for him while he's gone. He wouldn't want him to worry, after all. After he's finished, Fresh scoops him up onto his shoulders and jumps into a swirling rainbow portal that smells like hair gel and fake fruity markers. A few seconds pass. The Furby crawls out from under the bed. It sees the note and gobbles it up. Then it burps and hums a content boo-boo.
Back to Dream and Fresh- the two land in a park ripped write out of Disney cartoon. Having not seen the sun for several months, the bright light hurts Dream's eyelights, so Fresh plops his shades on the little guy. The upside down soul glows brighter. Time for the fun to begin. From teaching him to skate (complete with protective gear grabbed from nowhere- saftey first kids!) to chasing each other on the playground, to enjoying some cool popsicles under a shady tree, the two have an absolute blast. Dream sighes, wishing that he could do this every day. Fresh, in an oddly flat tone, says that oh, but they can. If Dream wanted, they could travel to all the cool places Fresh has told them about. No rules, no one to tell him what he can or can't do, no mean brother spoiling his fun. Fresh plops his hat on Dream again and tell him it'll just be them, two broskis exploring the world and having endless fun. Fresh holds out his hand, waiting for Dream to make his decision.
Dream thinks super hard. He would love to do all that Fresh said, he really would. But . . . then he thought about Nightmare. They've only just been together again after so, so long. Plus, poor Nighty would be worried sick. And as mean as his brother could be, he still loved him. He remembered how he'd promised to trust Nighty. Slowly, he takes off the hat, places it in Fresh's hand, and says he'd like to go back home instead.
Before Fresh can react, Nightmare's portal appears and he and the gang pour out, each with the intent to murder a very specifically dressed skeleton. Nightmare calls Dream over, but in a blink, several primary colored tentacles burst from Fresh's chest and trap Dream against it (like a unsetteling baby carrier). The gang try to get Dream back, but there's only so much they can do, and it only takes a few 90's gags to incapacitate them. Then comes the showdown between the king of negativity and the parastic pyschopath.
Nightmare asks what Fresh wants. Fresh replies that being a parasitic outcode can get a bit lonely sometimes. Little broski here is the only who's accepted him as a friend. So he plans on keeping his buddy for a while- cool beans? Nightmare has no idea if Fresh is being honest, but even if he were, there was no way he'd ever be "cool" with it, and if Fresh wants to keep his host body, he'll hand over Dream now. Fresh pretends to consider, declines, throws him a peace sign and-
-and then Dream bites one of Fresh's tentacles.
Fresh gasps in pain, falling to his knees and dropping Dream in the process. Nightmare screams for Dream to run, but Dream doesn't. Instead, he turns around, now eye-to-soul with Fresh, and hugs him around his neck. Fresh freezes, his shades going blank. Dream pulls back and, with the saddest puppy eyes, apologizes to him, saying he's gotta stay with his brother, but that he'll always be Fresh's friend.
Fresh stares, then suddenly smiles, a little softer than normal. He takes his hat off and sets it on Dream's head one last time, teliing him "you're one cool little home skillet, ya know that?" Dream grins and they share one more hug before Dream runs over to his shocked brother. Fresh stands, buttons up his jumper, puts on another red baseball cap out of nowhere, and waves to them all, promising he catch them on the flip side. In a blip, he's gone.
Dream snuggles his brother and apologizes, which Nightmare instantly forgives, just relieved to have him safe. As the boys join them, Dream asks if Nightmare saw the note he wrote. Cross says sorta- Dust pulls out the crumpled note and then Killer pulls out the Furby, fur ripped, smoking slightly, and with a knife in it's back. With that question answered, Dream meekly asks if he's still in trouble. Nightmare assures him that he is most definitely grounded tomorrow, but tonight . . . he can still pick the movie as promised. Dream declares he wants to watch the Teenage Mutant Ninja Turtle movie as they all file one-by-one through the portal back home. Killer is the last to leave, but not without first yeeting the Furby into the nearest cartoon trash can. It's electronic voice garbles out in a deep demonic voice u-nye-way . . .loh. . . .nee. . . .way before finally dying.
(Bonus Scene)
Killer snores soundly in his bed, feet dangling and arms flailed haphazardly. A comic rests on his head, rising and falling with his snores. All is dark. Quiet. Peaceful.
Click. Click. Click.
Killer startles awake. He lifts his skull a little and slits open one socket. He frowns at the end of his bed.
"Crozzzz . . . is'th't'you?" he groggily mumbles.
A scratching noise. A thump. And then . . . it rises ever so slowly, like a demon from the depths of the underworld, it's glowing yellow optics boring through Killer's mutated soul.
u-nye-loo-lay-doo?
"GGGGGYYYYAAAAAAAHHHHHHH!"
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Hiii! Love your work! So ever since that episode Chigiri calls Isagi attaboy, my brain has been just in there. So could I maybe get some good old, fast, maybe a little rough Chigiri calling reader Attagirl? Maybe a little bit of degradation too. Like being mean maybe
This man lives in my head tent free jdkdkd
“You dumb whore, instead of complaining can’t you put your mouth to better use?”
You knew from day one that Hyoma is a moody guy and you also learned how to deal with him, but today he really reached to apex, mood swinging back and forth and you were way too angry (and horny) to deal with it; thankfully Hyoma followed your lead.
Your mouth now kissing his boner through the fabric of his boxer, you can feel it twitch already, his hips grinding into your mouth begging to feel your mouth without any barrier.
It’s funny teasing Hyoma when he is in such a bad mood, but you are human too. You pull his dick out, usually, you would kiss the tip and lick slowly the shaft with the utmost care, but today isn’t the right one for such a nice treatment. You take as much as you can, moaning around the shaft.
“Ah finally” Hyoma groans. He then grips your hair, something he usually wouldn’t do, and forces you to take him all, your gags and tears make him just more aroused. He keeps you there for a second, enjoying the tightness of your throat, then let you go.
Tears running down your face and a string of spit connecting your abused mouth to his tip; a picture that is going to be framed in his head for a long time.
“Just say you wanted this from the start you bitch” A nasty snark escape his lips.
Hyoma grabs one of your hands and guides it to his thigh, a silent promise that he is gonna stop at the first tap, then he pulls your head again and starts fucking your face.
“You take it so well – You feel so good, fuck” His words only spur you to do better, laving your tongue on the sides of the shaft as good as you can, your mouth making wet, sinful noises every thrust.
“K-keep going for a little bit more”
You nod, as best as you can since he is still keeping your head in place, the vibration making a delicious shiver run down his spine.
“Atta - attagirl” This time it’s your turn to feel the shiver; it is so good to be praised.
“Goddess, c-can I come on your face?” Hyoma moans, the aggressiveness of earlier almost vanished.
This time you don’t have time to answer, Hyoma already pulled out, jerking off at the sight of your tears, snot, and overall miserable face. A few more pumps and you found your lips and cheeks stained by strings of his cum.
“W-was it too much?”
“You were just perfect”
“Give me a minute and get on all fours, it’s time for me to reward my good girl.”
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