Grounded [Cerrormare]

Dangerous City

5215 words

Two days later, Nightmare was with Error and. . . He thought for a moment. Killer, he concluded. He apologized when his and Error's hands brushed against each other.

"So. . ." Killer spoke up. "What do you call goopy over here, Glitchy?"

"His name."

"Hm, nice to meet ya, His Name!" Killer grinned at Nightmare, holding out his hand. Nightmare groaned and slapped his hand away. "Oh, he's rude." Killer huffed, smirking.

Error sighed. "His name is Nightmare."

Nightmare perked up slightly, looking over to see what Error needed. Killer hummed, squinting at Nightmare. ". . . How, bout. . . Noot Noot?"

"What." Nightmare's head snapped in Killer's direction as he glared.

Killer laughed. "Alright, just Noot then."

"No!" He hissed.

"Well," Killer scoffed. "I can't just call you Nightmare!"

"Yes. Yes you can."

"No. No I can't." Killer put a finger to his chin. "Hmm, Nootmare."

Nightmare scowled, and turned to Error with a slightly pleading look. Error sighed again. "Just. . . Call him Nightmare. . . Or he might just pound you."

"Hm, nice~"

Nightmare snapped and snatched him by the collar. "Listen, you little pissfucking weirdo, I can snap everyone in your body, break every joint in your wings, and snap your neck with my dare, fucking, skeletal hands." He dug his fingers into Killer's shoulders.

Killer hissed before going silent for a bit. ". . . Pff- fucking hands-?"

"You piECE OF-!!" He clenched his fist, only for his arm to be grabbed by Error. His face softened and he scoffed, letting go and shoving Killer away.

Killer opened his mouth to say something. "Don't try it." Error sighed.

Killer grumbled. "Fine."

"Nightmare!" A voice called from behind them.

They turned around, looking at Dust. "What?" He began to walk over.

Killer stared, silent. Error chuckled a little. He looked as well. Nightmare was the only one who could really fly properly, and Horror had gotten the ball stuck in a tree, so they needed help with that.

"You should go over." Error smirked.

Killer chokes. "What-?!"

"C'mon, I know you want to."

"I-I-. . . I do, but. . !"

"Then go."

". . . Can you walk me over?" He looked away.

"Heh, fine." They went over. "Hey." Error hummed to Dust.

Dust barely glanced at him. ". . . Hi."

Error glanced at Killer. Killer went 'fuck it' and walked over. "Hey!" He smiled at Dust.

Dust flinched, looking at him before looking away. ". . . Uh, hey. . ."

Killer frowned and stepped closer to Error. Did he make Dust uncomfortable?

"Uh- Dust, this is Killer, a friend of mine." Error spoke up. Killer waved at him.

Dust looked at them and nodded. He watched as Nightmare threw the ball down and to Horror, who tossed it to him. "Hi, Killer." He spoke quietly before walking over to Horror.