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Prolog. [however tf u spell it (~‾∇‾)~]

Rain beat against the windows harshly. Thunder crashed, lightning flashed. Dust was trying to calm Horror, who wasn't fond of loud sounds. As usual, Cross was in his room, probably enjoying it. I would be, too... 

That is... If I wasn't feeling an unbelievable amount of negativity coming from an AU. 

So, I pulled on my black coat and gloves and headed out. 

(~‾∇‾)~ Time skippity. [Yes, Nightmare wears gloves for some reason. He shakes hands with people, and naturally, why would he want their hand germs.]

So... This was Killertale? I'd heard of it; Dust and Horror knew of it. But I myself had never been interested in coming here. I had also heard that Killer Sans of this AU is a confusing individual with even more confusing emotions. Couldn't wait to meat him probably in the middle of a mental breakdown. 

But... 

He wasn't. 

Killer seemed awfully calm and composed. He leaned against a withering tree, his head straight and his black eyes open. 

... I swear I could feel my face heat up a little bit. 

What is wrong with me? 

Killer jumped as I approached. I held out a gloved hand in an attempt to show I wasn't here to harm him. He had the sense to trust me after this. 

"Aren't you Nightmare?"

So what? I didn't even get to introduce myself to him? I'd be lying if I said I wasn't disappointed that I didn't even get to tell him my name myself. 

But I noded. He sighed in relief. 

"I know you. Outer seemed scared of your group back when..."

He went quiet. I knew there was drama between him and Outertale Sans, but I didn't know all the details. 

"... It's not important. What is is that I was never afraid of you guys. I understand you, really."

I could feel my face grow warmer. But I sighed and tried to hide it. 

"Oh my... Is everything okay? You aren't sick, are you? Your face looks weirdly colored... Sorry if I'm talking too much... Would you like me to shut up?"

"No," I blurted. 

"Oh, so you aren't mute. I swear someone said you were."

I shook my head again. Dang it... Words always fail me when I needed them most. 

But at least Killer doesn't seem to care... 

"Is there a reason you're here?"

"I... Was just curious why there was negativity here. But it's gone now, so I'll be going..."

I started walking away from him, my cheeks positively on fire at that point. I heard him chase after me. 

"WAIT! I WANT TO COME WITH YOU!" he cried. 

I turned to face him. He had the energy and confidence of a little kid. 

... Adorable... 

"No way you could possibly want to join the bad guys..." I said. 

"Can I?"

I thought for a minute. Of course, I wanted to say yes in a heartbeat. But... That would sounds weird. So... 

"Do you really want to?"

He grabbed my hand, and there was no way he couldn't see the way my cheeks heated up. Maybe he truly didn't care. 

"YES! MY BEST BUDDIES WORK FOR YOU! And... I think having an extra tool around would be useful to you."

I sighed. "You're in. Let's shake on it, though."

Seeing as he was already holding my hand, he just shook it with a confident, childish smile on his face. Somehow, it seemed official in the most casual way possible. 

I showed the energy filled skeleton to his room. Later, I walked down the hall as I always did late at night to make sure everyone was asleep and well. 

Sighing, I looked at Killer from his doorway. 

"You're not a tool... Kills."

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