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Sometimes, there is light behind the darkness

Dust squinted in confusion at Horror's reaction to his words, then realization dawned on him like a brick being thrown directly at his head. "Dang it, y'all have infected me with puns." He said with a small breathy laugh, feeling a bit amused that he still had his old comedian ways. "How dare you." Dust spoke jokingly.
Cross laughed a bit. "You are a sans, It's kinda to be expected." The youngest of the group said simply, rubbing the side of his head again. He would never admit it, but his head hurt like hell, the pain coming in slow waves.

Dust looked at Cross as the younger spoke but figured he was fine, they could all handle themselves after all. "So what are we going to do about Error? Should we just like..... I dunno, invite him to karaoke night?" Dust joked to make it less of a tense question.
Nightmare spoke softly, but elegantly as any royalty should. "Let's give him some time, he presumably has open wounds that we shouldn't touch." The king spoke simply before straightening himself off the counter he leaned on. "Anyways, it's getting late, Horror, would you mind making some dinner? It's been a long day for all of us, so I understand if you are unable to complete this task." The goopy skeleton spoke as he looked to his scary subordinate, him crossing his arms simply, his tentacles moving sluggishly like many kitsune tails.
"Sure, I'll see what we have." Horror said as he got up from the ground with a huff, dusting himself off before stuffing his hands in his pockets and walking around the counter to the proper kitchen.
Nightmare sighed as he rested against the counter beside Killer again, he was immensely tired.

Dust got up and went to the couch across from Nightmare, leaning on it simply, shutting his eye sockets slowly, taking deep breaths to try and rest his body.
"Anything I need to do boss?" Dust heard Killer ask, leaving him curious what Nightmare and the right hand man talked about while he was gone.
Nightmare just looked down at the wood floor below him in thought for a moment. "Nothing of true importance, we are all tired. All I ask is that you get some actual rest, not staying up reading those cheesy romance novels." Nightmare said as he tilted his head and shooting a stern look at Killer, his tentacles lashing.
Cross enjoyed just listening to their conversations, it was always fun to hear them all interacting as an outsider.
"Hey! I'm almost done with the most recent one, I've got like twenty pages left!" Killer said, crossing his arms simply, pouting playfully.
Nightmare's eye socket narrowed at Killer before the eye light rolled. "Really? Well, I don't care, you can find your lost princess in a tall castle later." Nightmare said simply as he closed his eye socket, trying to think of which book Killer was reading.
Given that Nightmare gave Killer those books, he knew each one's basic plot, which proved useful in book recommendations, also the fact that Killer raved to him about books helped in his tracking of Killer's book schedule.

Killer openly scoffed. "Ha! You act as if I am so sad to read fantasy novels which are so unrealistic." Killer said almost sarcastically, moving his hands in rapid motions as he could feel himself begin to ramble. "This one is about ✨humans✨ and their weird relationships. The way they write skin makes me happy I don't have any bodily organs." Killer visibly shivered with the last note he mentioned, ew.
Nightmare simply nodded in understanding. "It's odd to think about, it'd be like your bones were filled with play-doh." Nightmare spoke calmly but hated the idea, he didn't understand the interest in it besides warmth, I guess the human body was interesting on how it functioned, but it felt so needlessly complicated in some parts, yet so simple in the same moment.
"Exactly! It keeps mentioning the 'rise and fall of their chest as they breathed' and I'm sitting here like-" Killer made a confused face and excitedly continued rambling. "I just don't understand humans, how does their skin stay on the bones with all that liquid in it???"
Nightmare looked to Killer, a rare sight to be seen. The king was genuinely smiling, his white teeth showing slightly in a soft yet deviously devilish smile. "Oh, I don't know, haven't you dissected one yet?" The goopy skeleton asked, half joking.
Cross watched the two talk, they seemed very... Relaxed with each other, Killer was the first to be recruited after all, so maybe they were just close friends.