When actually, being the destroyer was just a temporary job.

38. Stand up, life is too damn short

Killer grinned and poked Dust.

"...What."

Dust murmured.

"I won the bet."

Killer said cheekily.

Dust grumbled at his words.

Then he handed him 30 gold under the table.

"I never thought that boss would eat with us today. Did you fucking predict the future or something?"

Dust whispered.

Killer just winked at him, like an idiot.

Dust swatted at his face.

Killer evaded it.

Damn it.

Dust cursed the fact that they were all sanses, who were known to be the masters of evasion.

He flipped a finger at Killer instead.

Killer had the 'decency' to look offended at his gesture.

How dare he?

"Just accept your defeat, Dust!"

Killer cried out.

"Stop being cryptic then."

Dust complained.

"No."

Killer answered.

"Fuck you."

Dust answered back.

Horror finished his meal while the others were either still bickering or eating.

He pushed his chair and stood up.

The noise of his actions made Cross look at him.

He glanced down at Horror's empty plate before nodding his head.

Horror grinned at him.

Then he turned his back and walked out of the room.

As he went on his way, something came up to his mind.

The fact that the outside of the castle was still covered in glitter.

Oh.

Horror scratched his blind socket.

What was he going to do about that?

And was that the reason Nightmare seemed mad when he entered the kitchen?

Horror kept scratching.

The sound of it and his footsteps echoed through the hall.

When he arrived to where his destination was, Horror stopped his movements.

"So. This is it, huh?"

Horror mumbled.

He opened the front giant front door of where they lived.

The horrid glitter covered view greeted him.

But then, he noticed something he didn't expect to see here.

Ink?

Horror summoned an ax from his inventory.

He gripped it tightly as he started to approach the artist.

Ink had been playing with a glittery branch before he heard someone pushing through the sparkling grass.

He turned his head to check out who made the noise.

Oh.

He felt like a deer in the highlights.

Ink stood up and brushed the dirt off him.

"I have came in peace!"

Ink declared and raised his hands to emphasize his words.

He could almost see Horror lifting his non-existent eyebrows.

Sweats began to gather around his skull.

When Horror put his axe away, Ink sighed in relief.

Horror felt suspicious about his words but he decided to listen to the artist for once.

He gestured for Ink to follow him.

Even if Ink decided to attack him later, he trusted his family to show assistance.

So Horror silently walked back to the castle with Ink following him.