Horror has been living with Dream and his friends for a while now. He was still bitty-sized, much to his annoyance, but none of them seemed to mind having him around as their little pet. They kept calling him Thriller, though, which annoyed him. Especially when he walked into a room and scared one go them, because Ink would always start singing Thriller like, "It's just THRILLER!"

Life advice: Never ever ask Ink to sing. Never invite him to karaoke. Never turn the radio on when he's in the car. If he starts singing anyway, run and cover you ears.

Today, Ink and Blue were out doing who knows what (although he was 90% certain Ink was going to bother Error and Blue was meeting Dust), leaving him alone with the one person he'd like to be alone with if he was normal-sized.

At the moment though, Horror was dozing on Dream's shoulder. The golden boy was the only one Horror let touch him, let alone pick him up, so Dream was happy to let him rest there.

Dream was trying to make something, but he it didn't seem to be turning out the way he wanted it to. He kept sighing and starting over.

Horror was watching through half-lidded eye sockets. It looked like he was trying to make a tiny weapon of some sort.

"Whatcha doin?" He asked after Dream's fifth attempt failed. He gripped onto Dream's crown and used it to lower himself down onto his shoulder.

Dream let out a long breath. "Well, I thought you might prefer a little axe instead of that Death Lego you have. But-" Dream held it up so Horror could see it. He was trying to use a razor blade for the axe head, but he was having trouble attaching it to the little stick he'd found.

Horror examined them. He detected the faults in Dream's process quickly.

"Well, for one thing," Horror started, climbing down Dream's arm, "The razor is too small. Then, it's the wrong shape, so we need to fix that."

Horror teleported into the kitchen and came back with the container of toothpicks. "We can put a few of these together to make the right sized haft," he suggested, pulling the string he'd been using towards him and pulling out a few of the little slivers of wood.

"Three should be enough," Dream mused, holding three of them together to measure. "Right?"

"Looks good to me," Horror said. He handed Dream the string so he could tie them together. For having such big fingers he was pretty good at it. "Now we need to fix the razor blade. We need to put notches on the dull end so the string can hold it down."

"...That would make sense," Dream admitted, feeling like an idiot. Horror allowed himself to smiled. "How do you know how to do this stuff, anyway?"

Horror didn't answer for a moment. But he carefully said, "You get creative with weapons when you've lived where I have."

Dream frowned. "You sound like you've lived a hard life."

Horror shrugged uncomfortably. "Yeah, well..." He stopped himself from saying, "You already know what happened to me."

Dream and Horror worked on the little axe in silence for a moment. Once it was finished, Horror swung it a few times to test it out.

Satisfied, he grinned and chuckled.

"Perfect."

Dream was watching him with a sad smile of his face. When Horror turned to look at the guardian of positivity, he seemed to be zoned out completely.

"Uh...You ok Dream?"

Dream blinked and his face turned yellow.

"I- I didn't mean to- I'm sorry!"

Horror snickered at how flustered Dream was. "What're you thinking about?"

Dream stumbled over his tongue for a few seconds before managing to stutter out, "N-n-no one!" Then he sighed, put his arms on the table, and buried his face in them. "Ughhhhh I suck at this."

Horror was so close to commenting on how cute Dream was being, but resisted. He prided himself on his self-control, especially since most people didn't think he had any.

"Aw, tell me," Horror laughed. "Who am I going to blab to?"

Dream seemed to think for a moment before lifting his head and resting his chin on his arms.

"I-I have a crush on someone," Dream admitted reluctantly. "But...They've been missing for a while now; almost a month. He...he's also one of my brother's friends, and I don't think...I don't think he'd feel the same about me in a hundred years." Dream laughed dryly.

Horror tilted his skull. Although he felt jealous at the thought of Dream liking someone, he also found it hilarious; especially since he was pretty sure it was Cross.

"Oh yeah?" Horror asked calmly. "Who?"

Dream looked at him for a long moment, then turned his skull the other way and muttered something that Horror could only barely make out.

"...He looks exactly like you."

Horror's mind blanked.

"...What."

Dream's face was bright yellow; so bright, he looked like a lemon. "H-his name's Horror," he muttered. "I...I don't know, I guess I just think he's h-h-handsome, and I feel bad for him because of what happened in his AU, a-a-and-" Dream made the faint whining noise of a teenaged girl who realized that she's hopelessly in love with a guy who will never like her back.

Except, Horror would totally say yes if Dream asked him out.

Horror really, really wanted to say "lmao well guess what" and turn into his normal, non-bitty self right then and there.

But he couldn't.

And suddenly, he was no longer content staying with the Star Sanses the way he was.

He needed to tell Dream the truth.

...

But would he believe him?

He doubted it.