DDAU is a dumb thing I made for Doki Doki Literature Club! as like an au Sanscest thing. Yuri is Nightmare (passive), Natsuki is Error, Sayori is Killer, Monika is Cross, and Player is Dust.

This is a scene from Act Two.
Be warned for disturbing content.
Viewer discretion is advised.
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The wrapper crinkles in Dust's hands as he opens the aluminum prison the delectable treat is trapped within. Upon collecting the savoury candy, Dust tears a square off and places it in his mouth, humming to himself as the chocolate melts slowly, a sweetness overtaking his sense of taste. Looking over at the book they were reading together, Dust noticed Nightmare shift slightly in his peripheral vision. Dust breaks off another piece of chocolate, slowly raising it up to Nightmare's 'lips'. He doesn't even look away from the book, instead opting to part his 'lips' ever so slightly to make room for the incoming chocolate. Dust smiles slightly at the action, placing the treat into the latter's mouth. As soon as the confection touches him, Nightmare closes his 'lips' around it, eating it. A few seconds pass while he eats it, before his sockets open wide, wider than saucers, as he comes to the realization of what just happened.

"Did..." He pauses, as if he forgot how to speak. "Did I just... ?"

Dust nods in response, unsure of whether he'd done something wrong. Nightmare looks down, a slight purple blush starting at his cheekbones.

"U-um..." He seems at a loss for words. "D-dust..."

"S-sorry!" Dust stammered out, his own cheekbones warming up with embarrassment. "I guess I shouldn't have done that..." He looked down in shame.

A suffocating quiet filled the room. It felt as if everything had stopped, as if everything had died. It was deathly silent.

Nightmare spoke softly, somehow not breaking the silence that seemed to grab Dust by the collum and squeeze. "A-ah..." His small utter is immediately replaced with slow, yet heavy breathing. " I..." His breathing gets harder. "I can't..." Harder. "Dust..."

Suddenly, Nightmare grabs Dust's hand and jerks his body up, forcing Dust to stand on his feet. He stumbled a bit at the sudden change in gravity, but quickly adjusted himself before he fell. Nightmare tugged Dust into the closet, shutting the door and enveloping the two in darkness. In the chaos, Dust's teacup gets knocked over, the light brown colour spreading out from the cup and onto the floor. Dust had no time to mourn the teacup, as Nightmare spoke up once more.

"Dust..." Nightmare spoke with a strange softness, almost unnatural in comparison to his heavy breaths. "My heart..." He clutches his chest tightly, just above where the soul lay. His tight grip ended up crumpling the fabric and creating small wrinkles. "My heart won't stop pounding, Dust..." Nightmare's eyelights shine with a sort of stressful shine, along with... something else. "I can't calm down..." Dust wasn't sure what that was in Nightmare's eyelights, shining dimly just behind the stressed and confused shimmers. "I can't focus on anything anymore... !" Nightmare seemed almost desperate to name how he felt, but no matter what he tried, he seemed to fall short. He looked up at Dust, a new sort of look in his eyelights. "Can you feel it, Dust?" Quick hands reach out and grab Dust's hands, and before he could even react, Nightmare placed his hands on his chest.

Thump, thump

Dust immediately felt the heavy beating of the smaller's soul. He tried pulling away, but Nightmare kept his hand pressed firmly against the complex organ, as more heavy beats filled Dust's hand. Dust could hear it. Loudly.

Thump, thump

It was almost deafening to him.

Thump, thump

"Why is this happening to me?" Nightmare asked, his voice slightly higher and more whispery than it was earlier.

Thump, thump

"I feel like I'm losing my mind..."

Thump, thump

"I can't make it stop."

Thump, thump

"It even makes me not want to read..."

Thump, thump

"I just want..."

Thump, thump

"...to look..."

Thump, thump

"...at you."

Thump, thump

The heartbeat grew louder, louder, like deep bass drums pounding endlessly into Dust's skull. The sound reverberated throughout the space, causing Dust to wince, closing his eyes for a second or so.

Thump, thump

Dust opened his eye sockets again, and immediately jumped, startled. Nightmare was right in front of him. His eyes... His eyes changed. They looked almost... human. No eyelights. Just eyes. Moving eyes. Breathing eyes. Twitching about, as if examining every detail of Dust's horrified expression.

Thump, thump

"...Haah..." Nightmare breathed out loudly, as if savouring something delicious or special. His once light purple blush had since become more opaque in shade. Now there was a deep violet instead. Dust was creeped out. He tried to say something, anything, but what? What could he say? He couldn't say anything.

Thump, thump

"...Haah..."

Thump, thump

"...Haah..."

Thump, thump

"...Haah..."

THUMP, THUM-

Light flooded the room as the closet door opened with a squeak!, revealing none other than the club leader, Cross. He seemed to flush a soft lilac at the scene before him. "U-um..."

Nightmare pulled away from Dust, placing a fair amount of distance between the two. His expression read nothing short of horrified and embarrassed, his mouth agape at his own actions. Cross continued.

"It's...time to share poems..."

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Well, if you're here, then you must like spoopy stuff!
Good for you!
I have more.
It's a comic of how Night would like, die.

Viewer discretion is advised.

Well, that's all!

~•Bery•~