Losing control

Sick Day

Killer's POV:

Drip.

Drop.

Drip.

Drop.

Drip...

Drop.

"UuUUuHhhHHHGGgG, this is ToUrtURrrRRE" I yell out, flopping onto my bed, the springs creaking in protest as they bent down, feebly trying to support my weight.

So, you must be wondering what horrible thing is happening to me right now. Is it that the roof is leaking, and the drops always somehow end up falling directly on my head no matter what? Did I accidentally let one of my victims go and now I'm rotting away in prison? Was I captured and now being questioned by an enemy of unknown origin??

No, this is much, MUCH worse.

I'm stuck at home because of a STUPID COLD. And I am bored out of my freaking mind right now.

"You know what? Horror and Dust can't tell me what to do! They can go suck a dick for all I care! Imma go kill some people!" I yell out to the space around me. I see a lone fly jump off the wall, startled.

Hopping up from my bed I go and grab my jacket and a mask. Although, even if they do see my face, I doubt anyone will live to tell the tale. I let out a chuckle and teleport myself to an alley in one of the middle class neighborhoods. These are always the best places to go. After all, they're wealthy enough to have some good cash in their pockets, but not enough that anyone will notice, or care, when they go missing.

I remember once meeting this goopy octopus guy here. He helped me kill some people. He was pretty cool! Never got his name though...

Eh, whatever, that's not what's important right now. After all, someones coming this way.

I grab my knife from my pocket as I get ready to pounce. And... now! I grab the person, just as their stride hits the middle of the entrance to the alley. I cover their mouth before their scream of shock gives me away. And as I look closer at their features in the dim lighting, I realize...

"Dream?!"

"Killer!" he says, relief evident in his voice, before hugging me like the world depended on it.

"What are you doing here? It's late and your house is pretty far away." I say, suddenly very aware of how raspy my voice sounds.

"I was bored. Blue and Ink are busy tonight and Nightmare was being pretty moody so..." he trails off "Um, what's with the mask..?"

"O-OH! It's, uhh, it's nothing! Nothing at all!'' I say, pulling it away from my face.

I immediately knew that I had done something wrong, as his face filled with concern upon seeing my face.

"Killer, are you sick?" he says sternly.

"No! I mean yes, but it's only a little cold!" I say, trying to pull away as he presses the back of his hand to my forehead.

"..."

"What?"

"You're coming with me." he says, grabbing my hand

"Huh- wait! I DIDN'T AGREE TO ANY OF THIS."

Later:

Dream's POV:

After getting Killer some medicine to help with his cold, he and I sat down to watch a movie together. Well, I was gonna watch a movie and he was gonna go to bed, but he insisted on watching it with me.

My train of thought breaks off as I feel something lean into my side. I feel my face flush as I see that Killer fell asleep on me. Leaning down, I reposition us so that I'm laying down and he's laying on top of me, my last thought before falling asleep was about how beautiful he is.

God, Nightmare's never gonna let me hear the end of this.

GOD I LOVE FLUFF

Annnnyways, heres chapter number 13! Yayyyyy! I'm think of doing horror's POV next. but we'll see where it goes. See y'all next time!

-Piph