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Horror: dust help me with the cooking!!

Dust was faceplanted on the couch, tired from the days 'adventure'

Dust: noooo... Get knife jerk to help.

Horror: he wastes food.

Dust: so??? Nightmare lets us steal loads of food.

Horror sent a spine chilling glare to dust, making him get up and chop some veggies.

Horror: thank you.

Dust simply let out a grumble.

The castle phone let out a shrill ring, and killer picked it up, the skeletons in the kitchen listening to the conversation.

Killer: hello nightmares castle speaking, if we don't know you fuck off.

Caller: heyyyyy killzyyyy!!

Killer: wot-

Caller: itsa Mee!! The mAgniFffcent.. hic, sans.

Killer: I'll be there in a few minutes. Don't drink anymore.

Killer hung up and turned to horror and dust, who were both very confused.

Killer: pretty sure blue just called, I'll go pick him up.

Horror and dust nodded as killer walked out the castle gates to underfell.
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Meanwhile. . .

Ink: I tried to be helpful!!

Dream: ink.

Ink: I was told to give him love!!

Dream: I n k .

Ink: please don't kill me.

Dream sighed and had to explain the difference between kissing an old friend who dislikes you and being nice to said friend, leaving ink embarrassed. But not too embarrassed cause he didn't see the problem with it.

Ink: ohhhhh...

Dream: yeah.

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