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Chapter 6. ͡° ͜ʖ ͡°

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As hard as I tried to hide from them, my feelings for Killer crawled to the front of my mind and sat there like a stubborn cat. 

"Never."

"Never."

Sorta became my catchphrase. Motto, really. Whatever you call it, it was something I continually said to myself as I curled up in bed, all alone. 

My sheets were stained with my tears. As much as I hated to admit it, I had cut myself off from the guys. 

Why was I doing this to myself? It's just a stupid crush, Nightmare... 

Stop acting this way. 

You're worse than the dumbasses you love so much. 

Even Killer would know better... 

"Knockity knockity, here's Dusty to knock of your sockity."

I lifted my face out of my tear soaked pillow. Dust was at my door. 

"What?"

"It's been two whole friggin days, Boss. Get out of bed and eat for once."

Oh, great. Now I'm hungry... What an idiot I am... 

Me, Nightmare, the King of Negativity, basically neglecting his own health due to his current mental state.

"You better come, or else I'm busting in and dragging you out."

"Leave. I'll be out soon."

I could hear Dust's departing footsteps. That encouraged me to get up and check my reflection in my bathroom mirror. 

"You look hideous. What would the guys think if they saw you like this? Make yourself look presentable, for Asgore's sake, Nightmare."

Perhaps a shower would make me feel better... And a nice change of clothes, seeing as these ones definitely aren't leaving this room... 

I changed into clean clothes after my shower. They didn't look much different than the ones I'd been wearing, except they smelled better and weren't as wrinkly. 

Time to go face the guys... 

"Boss! You look-"

"Hideous?"

"I was going to say fabulous..."

"But you don't mean that, Horror."

Horror and Killer pouted. Apparently, they both thought I looked fabulous. Cross obviously didn't care, more focused on his food. 

"I do, even though I haven't said it yet. Beauty is in the eyes of the beholder, Boss."

This is coming from Killer... 

My face heated up. I can't believe he said that about me... 

"Oh no... He's sick again," Killer sighed. 

"I'm not."

"Hm... It is kinda hot in here... Here, Dust. Take my hoodie!"

Killer threw his hoodie at Dust, who immediately caught it and tossed it on the ground. 

"Dude! I thought you'd wear it as a fashionable hat! You wouldn't've looked nearly as fabulous as Boss does, but still. You'd be a smashing third."

I snorted, trying to ignore his compliment. 

"Third?! Only third?! COME ON, KILLER!"

The two of them argued, eventually being joined by Horror. Great... The three dumbasses I live with are arguing at the table again. When aren't they starting some kind if episode, though? 

"Stop. I'm sure Nightmare doesn't want to hear it," Error said. 

"No, let them be. I enjoy it."

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