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Summary
He’d thought of Cross’ desire to knock Killer down a peg or two as amusing, at first. But now that he had, and only Nightmare himself held sway over his, it no longer felt as amusing. As he entered the laundry room, he thought of Killer and the grin he would give Dust when he got demanding, like he found it not unlike a game of sorts. The basement’s chill became all too apparent on his exposed legs when he remembered Cross’ order to only come to him.
As he pulled the bundle of clothes out of the washing machine and pulled them on, still wet, he found himself missing the hot burn of Killer’s knife along his bones.
His scarf felt heavy, hanging off his neck like a noose with how wet it was. The thought of losing all he had, of losing Killer and Horror, of losing Nightmare’s care, made it all that heavier, somehow.
Series
- Part 9 of Left Hand AU