Sans AUs Oneshits

His Idiotic Children

Warning: Character deaths, violence, self blame
Notes : This is the writing of a sleep deprived glitch.

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"Go, go, go! Through the portal! Hurry!" Incoherent yelling was deafened by screams and shouts of pain. The sounds of Gaster Blasters charging up and blasting whatever was in it's way overpowering it all, deafening everyone's yells of orders, pain, and concern.

Usually, under normal circumstances, Nightmare would have been glad for the negativity. Because then he would have more power.

But the waves of pain and terror that was being produced from his gang made him feel sick.

This.. wasn't how it was supposed to go. They were just going to get more supplies for themselves. Cross was running low on chocolate to share with Error when he visited (and for himself). Horror had run out of seasoning and needed more ingredients for his big, long term project (that he refused to talk about, instead bustling around in the kitchen during the night to prep whatever he was preparing). Dust had grown bored and wanted to buy a new video game for all of them to play, while Error needed more knitting yarn as the bucket of yarn in the mansion was nearly empty. Killer, on the other hand, wanted to buy an ice cream cake - or at least ice cream sandwiches - for the gang's anniversary tomorrow, and Nightmare.. well, he just wanted to make sure they were safe. That's all.

Good thing he went, too, because the Star Sanses came to ruin their shopping day. Which wasn't surprising. They always did, even though they literally left a bag of G on the counter!

The moment the store's front doors creaked opened, Nightmare could tell things were going to go down. So he melted into a goop ball and launched himself to the nearest of his gang members, which had been Cross. Who was also the first to be targeted by Ink.

The purple paint turned to chains, but Nightmare easily slipped out of them as his goop literally ate it up, the remains clattering onto the tile floor. The teal eye stared coldly into the soulless protector's for a split second before taking another hit of paint for Cross.

The battle had waged on for a while now. It'd been taken outside when the store had been fully damaged and was no more than rubble. As he shot a tentacle to the protector's ribcage, he heard Dust scream, "Killer!"

Nightmare's eye light swiveled over to Dust's direction, and he sprinted as fast as he could towards him. Something must've happened if Dust had screamed - he was usually the chillest of them all, besides the times when his ghost Papyrus got the best of him.

He skidded to a stop, seeing what Dust had made a commotion about. Killer had major injuries, and positivity arrows were embedded deep into his bones. A few ribs were missing, and his leg was broken. His knives laid somewhere in the snow, lost amidst the battle.

"Killer, bud, don't- don't die on me," Dust said, choking on his words as his shaky hands attempted to do healing magic. "I fucking swear, Kills- if you die-"

Killer chuckled, wincing in pain. "I don't think my name should be- ngh- Killer anymore," he whispered weakly. "We should.. should switch names…" He forced a laugh, seeing Dust's expression. "I'm s-serious! Haha.. ha…."

The tar leaking skeleton gave a sad smile. "It was knife knowing you all," he said. His words faltered by the second as his strength began to leave him. Gaster Blasters blasted, the sound of Dream's arrows shooting and Ink's paint splattering the battlefield becoming louder.