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Chapter 8

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I sucked in a breath. Was I ready for this? Was I? 

"Now or never... You can do this, Nightmare..."

Urgh... Why was I overcomplicating this? It's just a confession! 

But of course... That made everything worse, somehow. Calling it a confession... It somehow put more pressure on me. 

"Maybe... I should be cheesy about it and get him flowers. He'd probably like that, wouldn't he? Come on, Nightmare. Stop worrying so much. It'll be okay. Breathe, for Asgore's sake."

So, I left for Floraltale, wondering what kind of flowers Killer would like... 

 (came up with that on the spot. It'd be so cool if that's where they got flowers from. 👍)

"Oh! Nightmare..."

Flora, the Floraltale Frisk, turned around to face me. They always smiled and wore a flower crown of gentle colors. 

"Can I help you?"

They relaxed immensely. Meanwhile, all the others in the flower shop seemed on edge at the sight of me. What was their problem? Couldn't a King of Negativity just casually buy flowers for the guy he liked? 

I ignored them, my gaze fixated on a bouquet of red roses. Killer mentioned that he liked the color red. 

Flora stepped out from behind the counter and grabbed them. 

"These, huh? They're nice. We picked them yesterday. Pretty, aren't they?"

I nodded. Flora made a sort of duck face. 

"Uh, so... Are they for someone in particular?"

"Uh... Yeah..."

"Cool. That's sweet. Cute, even. I bet they'll like it."

"He mentioned at some point that red was his favorite color. That's what led me to make the decision."

"I wish you well."

I paid for the flowers and left. Cross told me that Flora was nice and that they liked to talk to the customers if they could. 

I wrote a hasty note and stuck it on Killer's bed when he was out on a walk. 

ժҽɑɾ ƘíӀӀҽɾ, 

ʍҽҽԵ ʍҽ íղ Եհҽ ϲɑՏԵӀҽ ցɑɾժҽղ ɑƒԵҽɾ ժíղղҽɾ, ɑɾօմղժ 8:00. í աɑղԵ Եօ ԵɑӀƘ Եօ վօմ ɑӀօղҽ. 

----------------------- ղíցհԵʍɑɾҽ. 

I hoped he wouldn't worry to much about it. But I've never asked to talk to him alone before... 

Maybe he would be dumbass about it. I hoped he would. 

After dinner, I went outside and waited in the castle garden for ten minutes, the red roses for Killer behind my back. 

Later, he arrived, looking fairly confused. I sighed, gesturing for him to come to me. 

"So, what's up?" he asked. 

I sucked in a deep breath, grabbing his hand, kneeling, and kissing it. 

"Boss? What was that for?"

I pulled the flowers out from behind my back, offering them to him. 

"Huh...? Boss... What's going on?"

He was smiling, although he did seem confused. I kissed his hand again. 

"I love you."

"What?"

"I love you, Kills."

Killer held the flowers up to his face, which was bright red, like a ripe tomato. 

"I- I love you too...?"

"Killer... I want you to be my boyfriend..."

Killer stared at me in shock, his face even redder. Did I say something wrong? 

"Boss... I... I..."

He threw his arms around me, sobbing. 

"I'm so sorry..."

"No, don't be. I am."

"Oh, Boss... I... I accept."

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