Nightmare: Pros and cons of dating me.
Nightmare: Pros: You'll be the cute one.
Nightmare: Cons: Holy cow, where do I begin-
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Ink: Hey guys! I drew everyone soul!
Blue: Why is Nightmare's a monster?
Dream: Ink, you forgot yours! It's only an empty space!
Ink: *proudly* Exactly.
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Nightmare: Killer is restricted to decaf for the rest of this mission.
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Ink: I haven't slept in seventy-three hours.
Nightmare: Eighty. Democratically elected leader of insomnia.
Geno: Bro, it's been ninety for me. I'm going for an even one hundred.
Dream: You guys are fricking terrifying.
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Dream: Why aren't you sleeping?
Nightmare: I'm too busy plotting your murder to sleep, Dream.
Dream:
Nightmare: ...The nightmares.
Dream: *wrapping his arms around Nightmare* Awwww, brother-
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Horror: Today, Killer took my phone, and in five minutes, he sent high resolution close-up photos of Nightmare to the following people: Cross, Error, Dream, the neighbors, the bank, my accountant, San Diego Blood Bank, and Shake Shack's text bot.
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*in the group chat*
Dust: A pegan just flew into my window.
Nightmare: Pegan?
Horror: A what?
Cross: Ah yes, my favorite bird, Pegan.
Killer: I thought you said penguin for a second, LMAO!
Cross: Just a normal day with flying penguins crashing into my window.
Killer: You have pigeons flying into your window? Can't relate, I have penguins flying into my window.
Dust: I literally just made a typo-
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Dust: Alright Cross, Horror. Let's go over this one more time.
Dust: If something breaks?
Cross: We try to fix it before Nightmare gets home.
Dust: If it doesn't work?
Horror: We blame Killer.
Killer: Seriously guys, what the heck?!
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Killer: Protip is you do not feel good about yourself after eating tomato sauce on iceberg lettuce.
Dust: What's wrong with you??
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Nightmare's Gang and The Star Sanses (Meme Edition)
FanfictionYour favorite skeletons are now more memey than ever!
