Nightmare the Ex-guardian of negativity.

Chapter 10 - arguements... again??

Warning:
may have triggers; I don't mean for people to take it personally! I was just bored 😅 don't read if you have problems with everything working without you or seeing things! But if you're fine with it then carry on!
Blood and gore
Fighting
Arguing
Manipulation
Just a reminder; this is not canon! Nightmare is nicer and inlove with Killer!

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"Hey Killer?" Dust questions, he was lay across the sofa with his feet on the armrest and his head on the opposite armrest.

Killer sits on the floor, his arm leaning on Dust's chest with his head, "hm?"

Dust glanced down at Killer, "why do you think Nightmare took us in?"

Killer shrugs, snuggling into Dust's jacket, "maybe he was bored." He lifted his head, "he has the whole multiverse in his grasp so if I was in his position I'd experiment with anything! Though I'm confused..." Killer fell back onto Dust's jacket, the specks of actual dust floating around Killer, "why would he pick us?"

"Don't you mean you?" Dust stares, "he knows I can fight. He didn't know 'bout you, I'm surprised you're still here to be honest." Dust stares off into the distance not exactly the wall but further, "I mean, how Nightmare speaks to you kinda says. That he doesn't really care..."

Killer felt himself sink, "he told me I did a good job! I helped him." Killer glares at Dust, "you've done nothing but sit here for the past few weeks! Why am I any different if I actually help out?!" Killer let himself sink in a burning sensation, it hurt to know what's going on.

"I would've left you." Dust's eyes glowed a deep purple from behind his hood, "you were just a wounded child in Nightmare's eyes. You'll never be sh!t."

Killer's eyes flowed with the black liquid, "Shut up!" His voice was loud but it broke afterwards, "just because I was wounded at the start doeSN'T MEAN I'M WEAK!!" He stood up, "You were trying to kill yourself when meeting Nightmare why are you any different!"

Dust stared at Killer with the purple eye lights, "because I can do things myself." Bones summoned around Killer.

Killer didn't even flinch, the black liquid dripping off his face and down his neck. His soul twitched, turning into the same target shape as it was when he was rid of emotions. Killer quickly summoned many red knives like how his Chara did.

Dust's feet were securely lodged onto the floor, keeping him in distance to push Killer away and have a comfortable stance. All he had to do was wait until Killer attacked.

"You..." Killer growled, "sick. selfish..." Killer's words were lost as he quickly pulls a normal knife into his hand and shoving it down onto Dust's neck.

Dust suddenly caught his foot onto Killer's chest and powerfully pushed him away. The couch moved back as Dust stood up, his eyes twitched around the room.

"Why are you so emotional?" Dust questioned as Killer flew towards him, knife in position to lodge itself into the side of Dust's skull. "You really only think about things to quickly." Dust grabs Killer with blue magic and threw him into a bookshelf, Killer's body jerked as the Shelves emptied it's books on top of him. One opened to a page, it had a picture inside it. "All you do is react." Dust's words spun inside Killer's head.

Killer put a hand onto the green carpet, some black puddles were staining the side. "All you do is panic!" Killer throws back, pulling himself up, "You're just mad You're never going to be anything! Just waste away while everything flies around you."

Dust's hand twitches, summoning a purple bone and throwing it at Killer. The bone latched onto Killer's shoulder, pinning him into the hanging self behind him.