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Chapter 3.

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"BOSS! SOMETHING HAPPENED TO KILLER! HE ISN'T BREATHING!"

"I am so."

"Your name is Horror, remember?"

"Horror" (obviously Killer, by the voice), sighed. 

"Whatever. Horror and Killer sounds the same, Cross."

"Cross" (obviously Dust), slapped him. I came down to check out the drama. It seemed as if Horror (the real one, not Killer), was asleep. Dust and Killer were on their knees next to him, chuckling. I hit the back of their heads with a tentacle. 

"Stop. I hate when you pull these stupid little jokes," I snarled. "Horror, get up. You all know better."

Killer and Dust exchanged a look they've been giving each other a lot recently. 

"I don't. I'm being blatantly honest with you, Boss, I don't know better."

"Killer is an idiot. Not you, Horror, actual Killer."

"It's true. I hardly paid attention in school and in middle school, I practically lived in the infirmary."

I sighed. Killer was more of a challenge than I thought he would be. From the start, I knew he was full of energy. But I had no idea he'd partake in Dust's absolute idiocy. 

"When did this start?"

The Dumbass Trio pondered this for a moment. Of course, Killer looked adorable when he was deep in thought. 

"Yesterday," Dust eventually said. 

"What else happened yesterday?"

"Oh, Horror, whom we refer to as Killer, and I got married. Cross is our kid, except we call him Error, and Error, our other kid, is Dust."

Killer looked at me expectantly. 

"What?"

"Can you be Nightmare for us?" he asked. "No one else wanted to."

"I- Ugh, I guess so... So... If you're Cross, and Horror is Killer... That's interesting."

"Yeah, we certainly fooled that priest into thinking Killer was a woman named... Hold on..."

Dust turns to Horror (real Horror). 

"What did we call you?"

"Uh... Gertrude."

"Ah... My lovely wife Gertrude."

"Don't push it."

Dust rolled his eyes. Killer stood up and left, saying he was going on a walk. Cross followed him out the door. 

Suspicious of Cross to go outside. 

People are outside, and he doesn't like those. 

"BOSS! I CAUGHT CROSS MAKING OUT WITH ONE OF THE STAR SANSES!" Killer yelled when he came back from his walk. 

"WHAT?! WHERE IS HE?!"

I stared at him. He leaned against the living room couch, trying to catch his breath. 

"Still at their meet up spot. They didn't see me."

"Which one was it, Killer?"

"Your brother, Boss."

I exhaled sharply. Dream had a thing for Cross. I tried my best not to overreact. Killer watched my reaction carefully. 

"What do you think you'll do about it?"

"Nothing."

"Huh?!"

"I won't do anything about it. At least I know Dream is happy."

Killer looked slightly disappointed. But then, he smiled. 

"You're really sweet, Boss. You care about your brother."

"... I do."

Later, Cross returned. He wasn't wearing the hoodie I swear I saw him leave with. Did he give it to Dream? 

"Hey, Boss."

"Hello..."

I knew I'd have to text Dream and ask him about this... 

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