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you'll never get rid of me sans…
I'll forever haunt your dreams…
never be able to escape… never be free!
”your soul forever belongs to me…~”
Killer woke up in a fright, his chest going up and down as he sat up, breathing really heavy as his soul spun in a panic. One single eye light shining in his left eye socket as tears stream down his already stained cheeks. His room was dark, messy, and cluttered. God damn when was the last time he cleaned? He should prob do that in the morning, but for now he needed to calm himself down, his soul was going crazy and if he was being honest, he feeling did not feel great. Maybe some water will do it. So pulling off the blanket, he got out of his bed, still in his PJs and walked out into the hall and headed down to the kitchen for a glass of water.
The hall was silent, the only noise being the trees swaying side to side in the forest outside and small bits of nightmares snoring from further down the hall behind him. The halls were dark colours of green and teal, mainly teal. They were covered with photos and painting of nightmare and them, but mostly nightmare being all moody and all so powerful… bleh. Most of the photos that weren't nightmare were photos of the three of them, killer, horror, and dust. But one of the three killer had the most while dust had the least, think it was because killer was the first one to arrive while dust was the last to show up. he was a handful to keep him staying, but thankfully he gave up in the end.
Going down the long curved stairwell, killer walked down yet another hall and finally arrived in the kitchen. The castle was nice but damn was it big. Yawning, he noticed there was already someone in the kitchen, his fellow associate horror, wearing his sleep wear witch was just his torn up shirt and some baggy sweet pants he stole from another universe during a mission. He was the taller one in the group, about 6’5ft tall last time they checked. He hasn't eaten for 7, but they were trying to get him to eat again. So far it's been going good, slowly the big guy has been eating again and from what killer can see in the moment he was starting to get a belly again. that made him happy.
“Having a midnight snack I see?” he spoke up, leaning agents the counter as he suprested a yawn, horror looking over and seeing the awake killer in his cat-themed PJs. The skeleton with the big red eye nodded.
“Yeah, had a craving for grapes as of late so I came down to get some.”
Looking down, horror was holding a bag of green grapes that he had taken out of the fridge. Almost everything was eaten, only a few remained. “I see, well don't eat the hole fucking thing! I know we're trying to get you to set again but leave some for the rest of us!” right as killer says that the skeleton shoves the rest into his mouth, making killer groan, shaking his head as the other just chuckles nervously. “My bad…”
Regardless killer just smiles at him as he always do, leaning over to rest his head on horrors arm.
“I had a bad dream…”
“Did you now? Guessing that's why your up and down here?” horror asked, opening a cabinet.
“Yeah, came here to get a glass of water.”
As if reading his mind horror turns on the sink tap and fills the cup with some warm water and hands it to his sleepy friend. “Here you go” he says as killer takes the glass of water. “Thanks H” as determination falls from killers eye sockets, he drinks the water till it was empty, setting the empty glass on the counter. His tired mind wonders slightly as the words from his nightmare plays in his head. The same voice, the events replaying.
He didn't feel like going back to his room and being alone…
“Hey, you alright? You uh… wanna sleep in my room tonight knife?”
Knife was one of the nicknames horror called him, he always played it off as some pet name then nickname just to pissed him off. thought the idea of it being a pet name wasn't half bad to him, just something between them both though. “I would love that.” he spoke, following horror back upstairs to the others room. Horrors room wasn't far from his, it was actually the closest one to the stairs. Rewatching the top and arriving at horrors room, the tall skeleton opened it and they both entered, horrors room was the cleanest one out of the group, not counting Nightmare. There was a few shirts on a chair but for the most part nothing was on the floor… apart from a lost sock in the corner, classic sans behaviour.
Killer closed the door behind them and they both got into the bed, killer already moving closer, wanting to be close to him. “What you cold or something kills?” horror quietly laughed, wrapping a arm another the other to pull him into his chest. Killer snuggled close once he did that, feeling horror's warmth from his body. “Nah I just like cuddling with you, you're so warm and cozy.”
Horror laughs. “Fair enough~”
The cracked skull skeleton shifts his position so both of them were more comfortable as he pulled over the covers over them. “So, wanna tell me what your bad dream is? It's ok if you don't want to… but I'm all ears.. Or uh— skull, haha!”
Killer chuckles with a sigh, shaking his head. “No no it's fine, I'll tell you about it.”
Killer took a small pause, trying to think of what exactly had happened in his nightmare.
“Alright… I was… wondering in the woods outside, having a walk. The air was silent and no one was around, just me and… and the endless lumber of trees in front of me.” he took in a breath, horrors sent filling his nose. “But then the world got dark, I started to slow down as if my feet were getting heavy or… something was holding me down. then I just stop completely, stuck in some black endless void with whispers happening all around me. Some voices I recognize… others I... Don't...”
Horror squeezed the more skinnier skeleton in his arms, trying to comfort him the best he can as killer told his story.
“… I looked around, trying to figure out where the voices were coming from when I heard a voice I know too well… chara.” Horror never met a chara, the only humans he ever met was core, frisk, and aliza… and well— All those humans he did kill for papyrus to turn into good but he never got to personally got to know them, but who really cares about them? resting his hand on the others skull, he continues to let killer speak.
“They kept telling me that… I could never get rid of them and… forever here to haunt me… never able to escape, leave… to be free…”
“that my soul will forever belong to th—”
Killer sniffed, choking on his words as he already feels the rotten determination leak from his eye sockets, horror already wiping them away knowing very well it was going to stain his fingers, being a pain to wash off in the morning. “Shhh… you deleted them I'm pretty sure right? Their gone, its just your mind playing tricks, on you like dusts mind is with him. Chara isn't here, they can't do shit. And even if they were here, we would take care of them, you know that.”
Horror snuggles his face into killers neck, making the other laugh and smile warmly. “Yeah, your right… They can't hurt me, not when I have you guys… not when I have you…” he places a kiss on horrors nose witch made the other freeze in place, blushing a bright dark red. “God your sappy knife.” he says, rolling them both over so killer was on top of him. “Can you blame me, sugar~”
“SUGAR!? You can do better then that! Corny ass!”
They both laugh, killer placing a few kisses on horrors neck. “Love ya crack head…”
“Love ya too butter knife, goodnight”
“Goodnight big guy…”
Killer rests his head right beside the others as he drifts off to sleep, a soft red blush on his cheeks. Horror placed a small kiss on killers forehead before finally drifting off to sleep as well as the room goes quiet, trees blowing outside in the woods as the moonlight shines through the open window.