Summary: It's his special attack!

(Warning: This story contains swearing.)

A/N: I know this isn't what you meant by spicy, but- ✨Spicy Boi✨

Akuji belongs to xClaudyy

Dream sighed as he stared across the round wooden table, yellow eyelights fixed on the latest child he'd had to liberate from his brother's clutches: Akuji- or so the boy had introduced himself as when he threatened to smite the yellow-clad guardian.

A threat that still stood, given his perpetual death glare.

Dream grimaced under the intensity - the anger, the annoyance, and the discontent - held within the small skeleton's mismatched eye sockets. They were narrowed into nigh predatory slits; only the left bore an eyelight. A dull white - nearly grey - dot that seemed to do nothing more than examining for weaknesses. It was unsettling. But nowhere near as discomforting as the negative scion's right eye socket. The cavity looked akin to a dark abyss- an all-consuming void that threatened to devour any positivity it touched.

The Guardian of Positivity nervously leaned back in his chair and wrung his clasped hands beneath the table's edge, unsure how to defuse the situation. Most - if not all - of his brother's offspring seemed disposed to aggression. If they weren't biting, hissing, attempting to stab something/someone, or bringing terror to everyone in the general vicinity, then he would doubt the validity of their heritage.

Not to say his brother didn't have less violent children. This one, however-

He ran his eyelights up and down Akuji, studying his newest nephew. Much to the boy's dismay, if the deepening of the scowl etched on his skull was any indication.

Liquid negativity slithered down from the ornamental circlet atop his skull, moving at a molasses-esque speed toward his vacant eye socket. Yet never reaching its destination. It appeared stuck in a loop- forever inching downward to no avail, much like Nightmare's own corruption.

His outfit was a mix of regal and casual, somewhat reminiscent of what his father wore in his youth and what he wore now. An ivory dress shirt covered by a negativity-laden tailcoat - bearing the same rippling movement as the substance coating his crown - and white shorts with a black stripe running down each side adorned him. (The boy would be wearing shoes as well... If he hadn't lost them during his attempt to hit Dream with them.)

All things considered, the Guardian of Positivity didn't have his hope up for Akuji being one of the "nicer" ones. Especially not with the growing spite seeping out of his soul.

Or the many knives he had tried to impale/slash Dream with throughout his "rescue."

"Are you going to say something, or are you going to sit here and stare at me all fucking day?" His nephew snapped.

The yellow-clad skeleton flinched at the biting tone. He could feel the vitriol saturating the atmosphere around them, shrouding the corners of the room in creeping spindly shadows- like vines of darkness slowly encroaching on and snuffing out the room's light.

Dream gulped. "I know this situation is new and scary for you, but-"

Akuji slammed his fists on the table and snarled. "Ugh! Shut up. I don't need to hear that bullshit spiel from you; I've already had this damn talk with the idiot in blue and weirdo high on paint."

He grimaced upon hearing the unkind descriptions of his friends.

"Oh..." The guardian mumbled, hesitantly continuing, "Well, it would still be beneficial to discuss-"

His nephew reached inside his coat - no doubt aiming for an inner pocket - and withdrew a fist, which sailed forward as it opened. Thus, causing a cloud of red powder to splash in Dream's face.

"PAPRIKA!" He screamed, his eyes watering due to the stinging of spice in his eye sockets.

In his panic, the yellow-clad skeleton went to jump back- only succeeding in falling back in his chair and slamming into the ground.