Take Me Home.

Chapter 11: I've Been Putting Sorrow on the Farthest Place on my Shelf

Killer kept a hand on his hood so the wind wouldn't blow it down, grinning to himself as he walked down the market, stalls next to stalls selling various things. Chatter filled the air, and maybe someone would find peace here, but that someone was not Killer.

He liked doing, well, things that he supposed just so happened to be looked down upon. Maybe Cross could find a living here, get a nice calm job that pays well, but he sure as hell couldn't.

So, how was he going to satiate that need, that absolute hunger to cause chaos? Eh, he was just gonna steal. Murdering would be too suspicious, and Cross would definitely catch on, not to mention the inhabitants of this AU were way too soft.

You mention one little thing about how you don't really have that much cash and you're starting out new and suddenly everyone's pitying you and giving you free things. Killer didn't like that. Maybe Cross would be thankful, would appreciate it a little more, like the extra pay after explaining the situation and shit.

Killer hated it. So he stole.

It was a few small things here and there- He'd be fucked if he brought some big ass fucking thing, because Cross knew him. He would know he hadn't really paid. Cross was observative, especially towards Killer, and while sometimes he liked that, sometimes it was a pain in the ass. So half the time it was some fruits here and there, snagging it from stands and chomping.

The locals didn't bat him an eye. Maybe they hadn't even noticed.

He supposed it made sense. Maybe it was stupid to judge others for not noticing, not when they're conversing with others like they're the best of buds. As far as he was aware though, he hadn't been caught yet so he wasn't sure how this AU would treat him then.

Simple enough, though.

After all, pretend like you're meant to be there and they won't be suspicious of you. So as much as he wanted to wear dark colors that covered him, and maybe not go out as much as he did, he'd probably get a few stares, regardless of how nice people were. So he wore light and loose clothing, putting on a relaxed demeanor.

Maybe it would've been better to not wear a hood, but he knows people would stare at the tear marks. If he even tried to put a mouth mask, the HATE would just pile up and slip through regardless, not to mention both staining the fabric, and more of him.

He thought back on what job Cross was getting, though. Some light one. Killer thought it might've been maybe working at a bakery. That was simple enough. He had fun cooking anyways, and.. The guard-like jobs hit a little too close to home for him.

Maaaaaaybe Killer could try getting one but then he wouldn't have time to spend with Cross. Plus, blehhh it was boring. He rather take jobs that required killing, or at least hurting someone badly.

Alas, the only AUs Nightmare couldn't reach were teeth-rotting positive. Everyone was just so kind and- Maybe he didn't have the emotion powers and all that shit but it made him feel sick.

They still hadn't had a plan, though.

Yeah, sure, Dream would be there, but how were they going to help Dream be strong enough to overpower whatever balance the twins had and finally take him down? Well, yeah, positivity, no shit. It's not like they could just drag Nightmare into some positive AU though, he physically couldn't go there so they couldn't set up a trap there.

How would they get enough positivity to Dream? Maybe it depended on how many positivity AUs there were, so if they needed more they'd have to bother Ink. But honestly he hated the artist. Pluuuss, he thought Ink and Error made like some truce awhile ago not to create anymore, nor to destroy, so if Ink made a positive AU then Error would have to destroy another. And then the glitch would be pissed at him.