Misery Loves Company

How Silly...

When Nightmare’s group in the castle felt a familiar but frantic pulse of magic, they were all but scrambling to get to where it came from.

Dream arrived first, chest aching and apple soul pulsing from feeling such turbulent emotions from his twin. Killer, as always, was right behind Dream, LV prickling along his bones visually. They both thoroughly searched the desheaveled area, finding traces of Nightmare’s tar-like corruption and golden feathers that absorbed as soon as Dream neared them.

Horror and Dust came shortly after, and Killer explained what was found and what he deducted happened. Afterwards, being the second in command, Killer sent Dust and Horror to get the captives while also calling a guard to take a now panicking Dream to his room.

Killer paced the area, they should’ve left a guard with Nightmare. His sockets leak with more black hate as he scowls to himself, no one else around at the moment. At least until the door opens, Sci and Geno standing with guards at their side. Killer inhales, “nightmare’s been kidnapped, we need your help” he says, a bit subduded as he points to the remaining golden feathers and corruption.

Geno scoffs, “and why should we? he kidnapped us after all”, Killer is on him in an instant, a sharp blade at Geno’s throat. Killer sneers at Geno’s stiffness, “you’re all talk but no bite, bud, i can kill you where you stand” he snaps, pressing a little firmer on the blade causing a small bit of marrow to drip down the other’s throat.

“you think the multiverse won’t replace you, ‘cause i can assure you, it won’t have been the first time someone was replaced”, Killer smiles widely, LV sparking along his bones, traveling through his blade, and sending painful ripples to the place where the metal and Geno touch. “i think boss would me to eliminate any problems anyway, i shouldn’t get too much punishment” he says, looking over to the trembling Sci at Geno’s side.

Even the guards are heard gulping, knowing Killer never said idle words when he mentioned Nightmare. Killer backs away anyway, “or maybe i’ll let horror kill ya, or dust instead” he hums, “probably not, they always get blood everywhere”, Geno shivers, eyeing the insane skeleton.

“maybe even boss will, once he’s back of course” Killer chuckles, fliping his blade into the air and catching it. “now that would be fun to watch” he utters, pressing the tip of the blade to his cheek like one would with a finger. Marrow leaks down from his cheek but he can’t even feel the pain, “so, will ya stop or keep goin’?” he asks, now trailing his finger along the sharp side of the blade in an unspoken threat.

Geno scowls, pushing Killer’s shoulder as he approaches the area with the shivering scientist. Killer chuckles, knowing the bleeding skeleton already acquiesced. He wipes at his cheek, tired of the tickling sensation at his cheek. His pride allows him to saunter out of the library and in the direction of Dream’s room.

Horror and Dust are already there, inside the bathroom, blocking Killer’s sight of the golden guardian as Dust is leaning over the small figure. He frowns, “hey, what’s up?” he inquires. Horror takes a second too long to process the question, “he’s sick” Dust mumbles, rubbing the smaller’s back.

Killer is kneeling by Dust in a mere moment, also comforting the small skeleton as he vomits gold and black. “you alright, sunshine?” Killer hums, target soul trembling as it flips into an inverted heart. Dream wipes at his teeth as he sits straight from where he’s bent over the toliet, “yes, i-i’m alright, killer” he assures, smiling weakly. Killer can tell Dream wants to say something else and nudges him.

“you can tell us, sunshine, we’re great listeners” he persuades, Dream looking into his empty void-like sockets. “i can’t handle the negativity, it hurts and makes me weaker” he admits, looking down, “that’s what the black substance is, my soul is trying to rid itself of the sorrow, anger, and pain i feel, from myself and others” he finishes. Killer hums, smiling as affection throbs through his soul, “better?” he asks, watching Dream’s face glow gold.

Dream nods shyly. Dust and Horror watch the two interact, feeling a little awkward. Horror’s hand tugs at his unlit socket with a grunt as his magic feels strained. “hungry”, it’s all he says before Dust grabs his sleeve, teleporting him to the kitchen. The staff look at them, already preparing a snack for Horror.

Dust yanks Horror’s hand away from his socket, “no” he scolds firmly. Horror shakes with his urge to itch at his wound and tug at his socket for destraction. Dust does his best to send soothing pulses but they’re weak due to his high LV. His wispy Papyrus scolds him from his side, calling him weak and telling him to kill Horror but he shakes his head, “no, don’t wanna” he mumbles.

The quiet whispers grow feverish but he ignores them as best he can, unaware of his near frantic murmurs. He continues his weak pulses of comfort though, the staff tremble under his piercing gaze as he observes them. He suddenly looks away, a curious voice chiming out in his head, his voice says the same words before he can even think. “what does human even taste like?”.

It’s the most he’s said this week and no one expected this question at all, Horror hums as he says the question to himself, not yet understanding the words. When he does, he pauses, “ham”, is all he says.

Horror wonders if Nightmare will let him eat the kidnapper, if they’re a bird, then it should taste like chicken?

How silly...