Jolting awake, Dust gasped for air, moving a hand to his head, and taking a few breaths to calm himself down. For safety, he glanced around the small room, making sure that he was still alone. Dust often had recurring nightmares about his deceased brother, Papyrus.

I wish I didn’t take this stupid job. It’s easy, but it’s so boring.

The skeleton mumbled to himself, taking a look at the monitors in front of him. A night guard was supposed to be an easy job, but it was taking a toll on him.