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Urban dictionary (Intermission)

The right hand man chuckled. "You're a nerd." Killer joked, smiling and grabbing his coffee off the counter.
Nightmare looked to Killer and raised a non existent brow as Killer sat down on the kitchen counter, facing him. "What brought you to that conclusion?" Nightmare asked before drinking the last of his tea, placing the empty cup down on the coffee table with a satisfied sigh.
"I know you." Killer said, Stirring his coffee slightly and looking down almost sheepishly at the tile floor of the kitchen.
Nightmare chuckled slightly and shrugged. "Well, It takes a nerd to know a nerd, so I'd say we're even on that." The king of darkness pointed out to Killer as one of his tentacles grabbed a book from the shelf, seemingly an encyclopedia.

The tentacles opened to a page and pointed at a word, causing Nightmare to reach into his pants pocket, a little box being held delicately in his hands. The goopy skeleton opened it and pulled out some circular, gold reading glasses, placing them on his face as he tried to read the pointed out section.
"simp, si-imp - 1) someone who does way too much for a person they like 2) A silly or foolish person." Nightmare flicked the tentacle and put his glasses back in the box, rolling his eye light. "Oh shut up." Nightmare mumbled to the tentacles before they placed the book down on the coffee table.

BOSS MAN NO-
NONONONON
TRUST US
NEVER GO ON URBAN DICTIONARY
UNLESS YOU WANT TO BE SCARRED

Nightmare was confused by the voices, crossing his arms. "It's just an encyclopedia, What could be so wrong with it?" Nightmare asked as he looked at the book like it was a living animal, about to pounce at him. The large book just sat there, menacingly.
Killer sat wheezing on the counter, "No no no- Here." Killer walked towards him and took out his phone directing his boyfriend to dictionary.com. "Use this."
Nightmare took the phone from Killer gently, opting to sit sideways on the couch, using the armrest as a backrest. "How.. Do I use this-" Nightmare asked as he examined the phone, he had a flip phone but this was a rectangle with a single screen, he didn't know how to use it. The king of darkness swiped his finger across it, finding the page to move up and down, This was completely new to him, he didn't grow up with phones, nor was he used to them.
"So you put a word in the search bar, One that you wanna know the meaning of, then you click enter and it will show you the meaning." Killer explained in a laid-back manner, Standing on his tiptoes to see over Nightmare's shoulder.

Nightmare slid down so he was more so laying down, "Alright." Nightmare said carefully slow before continuing his exploration of the page.
The king was reluctant to ask for help, narrowing his eye socket as he looked around the digital page, finding the bar with "Search" written in it. Nightmare clicked it and found the keyboard at the bottom of the screen. He was slow but tapped the letters carefully, typing in the word, "Nightmare" and looking around the screen in confusion. "Where is this 'entrance' button?" He asked as he looked up to the standing Killer behind him.
Killer smiled, enjoying being taller than Nightmare for this singular moment. "It's the one that has a line going down and to the side."
Nightmare looked back at the phone, still having a hard time reading the letters. Nightmare placed the phone down with a huff of inconvenience and pulled out his reading glasses again, putting them on before continuing to try and find the enter button.

Nightmare tapped what seemed to be the arrow button and was brought to the page for the word "Nightmare", leaving him to read the screen. "I don't see anything different from my other dictionary, what's so flawed about the other one?" The king of negativity asked, putting the phone down a bit so he could see the book that lied beside him on the coffee table.
"That's more.. Internet language, and more complex." Killer lied slightly, shrugging. "This is much more simple."
"Books feel much simpler than this." Nightmare stated simply as he took off his glasses again, placing them in their box as one of his tentacles handed the phone back to Killer, careful to not harm the device.
Killer laughed and shook his head, "Yeah well there's more to the world than books now." He joked, leaning over his partner in crime.
Nightmare looked almost offended as he looked up at Killer. "But books-" He tried to argue but shut himself up. There was no use in arguing, he was gonna show how old he was.

Killer was tempted to make a joke on why he always fell for older men, but he decided to keep his life today. "Should we go wake everyone up and get ready for the day?"
Nightmare turned around so he was sitting on the couch properly. "I'm pretty sure some of them are already up given their need to be up early." Nightmare said simply, picking up the empty cups and walking around the couch to the kitchen, starting to clean the cups that once held morning drinks of any germs.
"It's training day, right?" Killer asked, knowing Nightmare was basically a walking calendar. Killer walked around the couch and leaned on the back of the backrest, crossing his arms.
The king nodded, his eye socket closed in content. "Yes, we should have Error fight against some of you so that we can see how he attacks, then it'll be easier to understand how well he is at battling." Nightmare explained as he placed the cups on the drying rack beside the sink.
Nightmare looked to Killer as his subordinate made his way to the counter behind the king, sitting down on the marble countertop.

"So, should I have you or Horror fight him? Horror needs more practice, he hasn't fought properly in a while." Nightmare pointed out as he leaned his back against the counter, facing Killer.
"Yeah, that would be good. Plus, Horror's strength can almost match Error's in training." Killer stood and stretched simply, "I'ma go get dressed." He walked past Nightmare simply, brushing hands slightly and smiling.
Then he walked off, Ready to start the day.

Nightmare nodded and watched him leave, he should also probably get dressed in something else than just his sweater and basketball shorts. Nightmare sighed simply as he went to also get ready for the day.

Perhaps Error had some potential in being a good, trained chaos causer.