Killer had been born a succubus. He, along with a couple of others from his world that were also succubus/incubus, had set up a system to eat every week but not take to much from one source. It worked for a long while, until the human fell. Until the resets started. And until Killer lost his mind.
After the tragedy that befell his world, he joined the Bad Sanses. He thought that he could just resist his urges and be fine, but that didn't seem to be the case.
"Killer? Come on, wake up." Killer heard someone say. He realized it was dark, his head felt fuzzy, and his body didn't want to cooperate. Then he felt someone shaking him. Slowly Killer forced his eyes open and looked around. It felt like his mind was waking up from a deep, deep sleep and it took a second to focus on who was shaking him. Then he saw Dust's concerned face. "Killer? Thank the gods your awake. You scared us all there..."
"Huh...? What do ya mean...?" Killer asked, he looked around and saw the others all staring at him, even his crush and boss Nightmare had stopped whatever he was doing and was now looking at him in a concerned manner. Only then did he realize he was on the ground.
"You passed out. You good, Kills?" Dust asked. Dust was crouched next to Killer, and the others had all paused what they were doing and stood around him at a relatively far distance. Then Killer woke up a little more, the fog in his skull clearing up. He remembered feeling dizzy and exhausted before Horror came up to talk to him and then he blacks out. That lapse in memory must be him fainting.
"Yeah... yeah I just..." Killer pauses. What can he tell them to get suspicion off him? He puts on his best act and looks away from Dust. He stares at the ground as he sits up. "I just haven't been eating well this past week or so..."
The concern in the air thickens and Killer knows the others are sharing glances. Killer knew he had to do something and pretending to have an eating disorder was the best thing he could do. He hates people who fake serious issues like that, but he can't let them know. What would they do if they found out? Cast him out? Ridicule him? Or maybe kill him? He didn't want to think about that.
Killer feels tentacles wrap around him as Nightmare picks him up. He carries Killer to the couch and sets him down carefully. "Just rest up, ok Kills? Horror will make you some food."
"O-Oh that isn't-" Killer starts.
"Shut it. You need to eat something, your no use to me as a pile of dust." Nightmare says, blushing and looking away. "So... so... take care of yourself for gods sakes!"
That warmed Killer's heart. His boss truly did care for him and would stick by him. Maybe he could... no. He didn't want to lose Nightmare's trust. "You got it, Boss. I will... I will try my best."
Nightmare gave a faint smile at that and sits next to Killer. Horror rushes off to the kitchen and Killer rests his head on Nightmare's goopy shoulder. Killer was so FUCKING hungry. His stomach twisted around like it was trying to eat itself. Plus, he was so damn tired he was struggling not to fall asleep already. In truth, Killer hadn't ate anything in 10 whole months.
While that would be fatal to any monster or human, it wasn't for Killer. Killer in his AU would sometimes go a week or two without eating so he didn't know he had a limit to how long he can go without eating. Because Killer never had a healthy diet, eating every night was considered to be the healthiest diet, Killer's power was limited to people in the area. And Killer did NOT want to hurt the gang. They were like family.
So what was he gonna do? Was he truly gonna starve himself to death in an effort to keep the gang safe? Killer sat there, honestly considering the idea. Killer clutched on to Nightmare's arm, tears pricking in his eyes. He felt Nightmare pull him into a hug, trying to comfort him. As Nightmare nuzzled his chin against Killer's head, a thought entered Killer's skull. 'Is this the last time Nightmare will ever cuddle me like this...?'
