*Squad reactions to being told ‘I love you’*
Nightmare: Thanks fam!
Dust: oh no
Error: *cries* I love you too
Killer: Sounds fake but okay
Cross: *A flustered mess*
Horror: can i get a refund
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Nightmare: *Posts a super low-quality image to the group chat*
Dust: If I had a dollar for every pixel in this image, I’d have 15 cents
Nightmare: If I had a dollar for every ounce of rage I felt in my body after I read this text, I would have enough money to buy a cannon to fire at you
Error: Actually I did the math, Dust would have $225, not $0.15.
Dust: Fam I’m right here....
Killer: If I had a dollar I would buy a can of soda :)
Nightmare: while you’re there could you buy me an apply juice please?
Killer: Sorry I only have a dollar
Nightmare: :(
Error: Hey I just realized my friend is right, Dust would have $22,500 because it's a dollar for every pixel, not a cent
Killer: If I had $22,500 I would buy a can of soda and an apply juice
Error: You can buy anything you want with $22,500
Cross: Yeah and they want soda and apply juice
Error: Apply juice to what
Horror: Directly to the forehead
Dust: Great chat everyone
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Nightmare, walking into their house: Hello, people who do not live here.
Dust: Hey.
Error: Hi.
Killer: Hello.
Cross: Hey!
Nightmare: I gave you the key to my place for emergencies only!
Horror: We were out of Doritos.
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Nightmare: Dust... How do I begin to explain Dust?
Error: Dust is flawless.
Killer: I hear their hair's insured for $10,000.
Cross: I hear they do car commercials... in Japan.
Horror: One time they punched me in the face... it was awesome.
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Nightmare: Would you guys be there for me if I was going through something?
Dust: Nope, absolutely not.
Error: I hope it sucks, whatever you're going through.
Killer: I hope it emotionally scars you for the rest of your life.
Cross: I hope you reach out to me so I can ignore you.
Horror: I can't wait to go to your funeral, knowing I could've changed that outcome.
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Nightmare: We need to distract these guys
Dust: Leave it to me
Dust: Centaurs have six limbs and are therefore insects. Discuss.
Error, Killer, and Cross: *Immediately begin arguing*
Horror, watching in horror: Oh this. I don’t like this. I don't like this at all.
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Nightmare: Are you sure this is the right direction?
Dust: Certainly, I'm as sure as I am honest!
Error: In that case, we're definitely lost.
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Nightmare, holding a python: Guys I impulsively bought a snake, what do I name him
Dust: You did WHAT–
Error: William Snakepeare
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Nightmare: What's a word thats a mix between 'sad' and 'mad'?
Dust: Disgruntled, miserable, desolated-
Error: Smad.
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Nightmare: Why are you on the floor?
Dust: I'm depressed.
Dust: Also I was stabbed, can you get Error, please.
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Nightmare: *Trying to fill out legal paperwork stuff* Were you guys born AMAB or AFAB?
Dust: Bold of you to assume I was born at all.
Error: I personally was created in a lab.
Killer: I just straight up spawned lol.
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Nightmare: You are now one day closer to eating your next plate of nachos.
Dust: That's the most hopeful thing I've ever heard.
Error: But what if I die tomorrow and never eat any nachos?
Killer: Then tomorrow is nacho lucky day.
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*Nightmare's helping Dust out after they get injured, while the others are watching*
Error: How does Dust look?
Killer: A little better than you, actually.
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*Nightmare is cooking*
Dust: Any chance that’s for me?
Nightmare: It’s for Killer. I’m planning on making some bad choices tonight, and I need them on my side.
Error: I never realized the forethought that went into being a disappointment.
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Nightmare: *Screams*
Dust: *Screams louder to establish dominance*
Error: Should we do something?
Killer: No, I want to see who wins.
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Nightmare: On the count of three, what's your favorite cake? One, two, three-
Nightmare and Dust, in unison: Chocolate cake peanut butter frosting with chocolate chunks!
Error: Our turn, Killer! One, two, three- vanilla!
Killer, deadpan: I've never had cake, what is cake.
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Nightmare: *Gently taps table*
Dust: *Taps back*
Error: What are they doing?
Killer: Morse code.
Nightmare: *Aggressively taps table*
Dust: *Slams hands down* YOU TAKE THAT BACK-
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Nightmare: I currently have 7 empty notebooks and I have no clue what to put in them. Suggestions?
Dust: Put spaghetti in it.
Nightmare: I'm currently taking suggestions from literally anyone but you.
Error: Put spaghetti in it.
Nightmare: I'm currently taking suggestions from anyone but you two.
Killer: Put spaghetti in it.
Nightmare: I'm no longer taking suggestions.
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Nightmare: What does 'take out' mean?
Dust: Food.
Error: Dating
Killer: Murder
Cross: IT CAN MEAN ALL THREE IF YOU'RE NOT A COWARD.
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Nightmare: We need more help. Maybe I should call my friends.
Dust: ... Your what?
Nightmare: My friends.
Error: Are they saying “friends”?
Killer: I think they're being sarcastic.
Cross: No, no, no, this is delirium, they've cracked from being awake all night. Hey, Nightmare! All of your friends are in this room.
Nightmare: I have other friends! You asked me to make new friends, I made new friends! It was a task. I complete tasks.
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Nightmare: You're a loose cannon, Dust.
Dust: No, I'm not. I'm a cannon maybe, but a loose cannon? Is that what you think of me?
Error: I think you play by your own rules.
Killer: No way, they think rules were made to be broken.
Nightmare: Those are all attributes of a loose cannon.
Dust: No, I'm just a reckless renegade. Cross is a loose cannon.
Cross: *smashes a chair*
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Nightmare, trying to convince Cross to join the group: You know... I thought it'd be good to have someone come along who's really... strong!
Dust: And loud!
Error: And grumpy!
Killer: And oblivious to reality!
Cross:
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Nightmare: There are seven chairs and ten kids. What do you do?
Dust: Have everyone stand.
Error: Bring three more chairs!
Killer: The most important ones can sit down.
Cross: Kill three.
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Nightmare: You really put aside everything and came all this way for me? How did you even get here so fast?
Dust: Several traffic violations.
Error: Three counts of resisting arrest.
Killer: Roughly thirteen cans of energy drinks.
Cross: Also, that’s not our car.
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Nightmare: Where's Dust, Error, and Killer?
Cross: They're playing hide and seek.
Nightmare: Where?
Cross: I don't think you get how this game works.
