Dust was in his room, on his bed with his hood on, his arms wrapped around his knees, trembling from guilt and regret, sobbing for his hallucinations to shut up and leave him alone. . .

• . . .I’m sorry Papy. . . ! It was an accident . . . ! -

He sobbed at the hallucination at the corner of his room, not wanting to be reminded of his brothers death, Papyrus, which he blames himself for, you always comforted Dust, overtime he got a crush on you because of your understanding personality. . .