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Killer stepped out of a portal, entering an area similar to Snowdin. He wasn't in just any Snowdin, though. He was in the Dancetale universe, requested by his boss, Nightmare. He had assigned Killer to, well, kill the Sans living in this au. Killer wasn't sure why Nightmare wanted him to specifically come here, but he was in no place to question his boss's orders. Whatever he told him to do, he would do it, regardless of how lethal or questionable it was.
Killer took in his surroundings, his hands stuffed in his hoodie pockets. The wind hollowed around him as snow fell from above. It didn't make sense how something like this was possible, considering there wasn't a cloud in sight, but then he remembered that he lived in the multiverse, where different versions of himself existed. Something like snowfall from a non-existent sky was far from abnormal.
Upon inspection, he notices a small figure behind a sentry-station in the distance.
Killer's grin increased in size. Black goop that was already staining his cheek bones leaked out of his empty sockets. His soul pulsed in excitement. He had a pretty good idea on who that small figure was.
Killer made slow steps toward the sentry-station, his sneakers crunching under the blanket of white that covered the ground snuggly. The murderer wasn't in a rush, and it wasn't like Nightmare gave him a time limit. He wanted this to last.
He stopped in front of the station, staring down at the figure. The person in question was Dance, who was sleeping soundly. His skull rested on his arms that posed as a pillow, layed out on the wooden surface of the stand. His blue hood wasn't covering his head.
"heh."
Killer gave a weak laugh, taking out a kitchen knife that was in his pocket. With his free hand, he placed it on top of Dance's skull as leverage.
Killer tightly gripped the knife's handle, rising his arm in the air. It would've been much more fun if his target was awake, desperately trying to fight Killer off and survive, only to be defeated and turned to dust. Sadly, it didn't look like that was gonna happen. At least Dance would be gifted a painless death.
After watching Dance's chest rise one last time, Killer brought his arm back down, the knife coming into contact with...wood?
Killer blinked in confusion, his grin disappearing. He stayed in this position for a moment. Dance's sleeping figure was no longer there.
Until he sensed a presence behind him. Killer removed his knife and turned around, only to see none other than Dance standing there, hands in his sweat pants pockets.
"kinda rude to attack some-BONES who's sleeping, dontcha' think?"
Dance spoke in a firm tone despite making a terrible skeleton pun.
Killer stared at the other for a moment, before grinning once again, more goop streaming down his face.
"not really."
Killer responded cheekily, taking his chance to swiftly slash at Dance's chest, only for the dancer to teleport for the second time.
"i can tell you're not from around here."
Killer's head moved towards the direction of Dance's voice, who was now on Killer's left, his eye sockets closed. Dance made sure to keep a rather safe distance.
"it's a shame i couldn't meet a handsome hunk of bones like you much earlier. guess fate had somethin' else planned for the two of us."
Dance continued, looking up at Killer with a smile. Killer took a step forward.
"buuut, if you wanna dance..."
Dance shrouded his hood over his skull, spreading his legs apart, leaving a skid mark on the snow. His arms were at his sides, his head facing the ground below.
"..let's dance."
Killer waisted no time, charging at Dance. With each swing Killer made, Dance moved his body around like it was as light a feather.
Dance had originally given up dancing when he found out about timelines. Knowing talking wasn't gonna be an option with Killer, however, he had no choice but to fight, which involved physical activity. It was how all monsters fought in his au and something he was born with.
Before he quit dancing, he would always make up some sort of rhythm or song in his head that would help aid him in battle. And that's exactly what was happening here.
He focused on Killer's movements, his eye sockets closed in the process.
'left, right. left, right.'
Was what Dance recited in his head, dancing around like there was no tomorrow. He may be dodging the other's attacks, but it definitely wasn't as easy as it seemed. Killer was quite fast with that knife.
That was when Killer did something unpredictable.
Killer had swung his knife around like usual, but then made a different approach, piercing forward.
Dance had just barely dodged the attack, snapping his eyes open. He ducked right when the knife was about to go through his chest. The tip of his black sneakers were planted into the snow, his body bent backwards. A small mark was on his cheek, blood dribbling down his face, along with a bead of sweat.
Killer immediately looked down at him. Dance gave Killer a sly grin, grabbing on to his outstretched arm and making a hand gesture.
Killer caught on and managed to jump backwards in time, a row of bones rising from the ground. Killer's target-like soul was now blue.
Before Killer was able to do anything, he was lifted into the air. He looked down at Dance who was the culprit, another grin spreading across Killer's face. Dance had his hand and legs in mid air, his other hand holding him up off the ground.
Once the skeletons made eye contact, Dance quickly brought his hand downward, slamming the murderer into the snow. Chunks and particles flew everywhere.
Killer winced, attempting to sit up, only for a pair of knees to slide up to his sides and pin him down.
Killer raised his knife, but Dance got a hold of his arms and pinned them above his head. He had a strong grip.
"this was fun, i will admit. it's been awhile since i've had a good dance battle, even if i was the only one dancing."
Dance spoke honestly, gazing down at Killer.
"but, i've got better things to do. like napping and looking out for humans. perhaps we'll meet again someday. maybe without the bone rattling? unless that's what you're into."
He joked, winking.
"well, i'm off. im sure my bro will arrive any minute now. best get going, Killer."
And with that, Dance was gone. Leaving a flushed, and puzzled Killer on freezing, crushed snow.
Killer took the time to process everything, the wind now a gentle breeze. Snow was beginning to stick to his body. Killer deadpanned.
'boss is gonna kill me.'