Stories of an Ex Forced God of Destruction

Dabble, dabble...

(Yeah, I couldn't think of a major story plot, but I have the mini ideas again, so...

Dabbles deployed!)

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"Hey, Blue?"

"Yes, Error?"

"Since the whole Dead by Daylight Arena worked out..."

"Yeessss?..."

"I've been thinking..."

"A dangerous pass time."

"Robotics is pretty advanced. I think I could definitely make some animaltroni-"

The door was kicked down, revealing Lust.

Lust grabbed Error's shoulders, pulled him close and stared him right in the sockets.

"No."

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A knock sounded on Horror's slightly open door. "Who's there?"

"It's Dream, Horror. And if you make this a knock knock joke, I will give you nightmares."

Horror opened his door fully. "I thought that was Nightmare's job?"

"Think happy flowers singing the nyan cat song while smiling children play ring-a-ring-a-rosie around you for hours."

Yep, Horror could see that as nightmare material, despite it being generally positive subject matter. "Okay then. What's got ya knockin' on my door?"

Dream inconspicuously looked around the room. "I swear I saw a rat run into your room. You don't think we have rats in the mansion, do you?"

Horror smirked down at Dream. "I didn't see no rat. Besides, do ya really think I would let a lovely little snack like that go to waste?"

Dream gagged a bit. "Alright then, sorry for disturbing you."

Dream left and Horror fully closed his door. He then listened to Dream's fading footsteps, making sure the guardian was actually gone.

Sounds gone, Horror sat on his bed and reached into the hole in his skull, pulling out a black, glitchy mouse. "Ya owe me food, Error."

Error squeaked in agreement. Since he made sure Dream, who would definitely blab to Ink and Blue, didn't see him like this, Error would make sure to get Horror some food.

Hell, he'd get the maimed skeleton a whole [funking] buffet at this point.

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Nightmare carefully opened the door to his room, looking around to make sure no one was outside.

No one was there.

As quietly as possible, he left his room and closed the door before heading for and down the stairs them on his tippy-toes.

Stairwell and second floor hallway were also clear. So down the next flight.

He quietly by passed the living room, the Killer Time Trio not noticing him, more focused on the T.V.

He sneakily jogged to the library, it's door in his sights, keeping to the shadows.

/Almost there.../