(On Hiatus) Killer's Little Duckling

Chapter 2: Hide N' Stab

Dream had been so well behaved, despite figuring out that Nightmare wasn't there. Killer wasn't even sure if Dream knew that Killer had lied to him, but it was fine, things were just going the way that he wanted it. And so far, nothing was going wrong, Dream was so caught up on exploring each side of the mansion .

Nothing drastic had yet happened, which was still a win-win for Killer. Cross was still nowhere to be found, he was still probably still sound asleep after Horror had convinced him on drinking tea with him. It was always a mystery to Killer on how the three of them just sat in silence as they drank their teas. It made Killer wonder how they stayed in a room without getting crazy due to the silence that surrounded them.

Dust, Horror, and Nightmare were usually the ones drinking tea. But with Cross who adds to their addition, of tea lovers. Yet Cross also surprisingly loves drinking coffee too despite the times they had joined the others on drinking tea when the rest of them weren't busy. Its funny how they had set up their time doing that as a main activity, the four of them barely talking to one another. It was almost Killer enough to drive him insane, as he watched the four of them spend their time on such a silent tea party, like they were having a conversation through their souls!

Killer could swear to the stars that their going to drive him even, more insane than he already was!

He don't know how almost all of the people he lives with can just sat in pure silence without going crazy. Killer would never be able to do that, he would always find a way to annoy any of them. It was hes specialty, hes most admirable trait he ever had. He was just that good at complimenting people, flirtin' with anyone is like how humans naturally breathe air to him without even thinking twice.

He was just good at it, and they say the most greatest person ever to exist in mankind's history didn't mean to be adored by everyone else. He was great, and that was it. The other being's opinion never mattered, all he needed was himself.

Yeah, he was definitely so good at this. Nightmare should see it more often, and praise him more rather than scowling at him like a dumb bird-

But on the other hand he was an octopus, definitely an octopus. Despite all the sludge he had around him, Nightmare was definitely just a goopy slimy boi.

Killer snorted at hes own thoughts, as he looked at Dream, whom was busy trying to climb over the desk with a book in hand. It was a children's book, that definitely looked familiar to him.

"Whatcha got there tyke?" Killer whistled, squinting hes eyes as he stared at the book.

He would have sworn that he would be dead crying right now, the moment he saw that book, but being an emotionless being prevented him from feeling any emotions.

It was not hes lost anyways, it wasn't even hes problem. And hes definitely more hell bent on making it everyone else's problem. Which sucked for the rest of them, but that was not hes problem to deal with.

"Fluffy bunny!" Dream quipped up, sticking out hes tongue in concentration.

It was like climbing a mountain for Dream, with how small he was. And Killer had seemed to find it amusing, as he watches the kid struggle on climbing the desk. Why does he even wanna go there? Such a cute tiny being, maybe he should help the kid out?

Just who knows what would happen to the kid if Nightmare found hes favorite desk had a single scratch on it, the two of them are going to be definitely in so much trouble. He had worked so hard for this furniture, and what killer meant by that is that Nightmare was the one who made almost everything from scratch within just who knows how long! The guy seems to never get tired or take a break anyways. It wouldn't be surprising if he made all of this within a blink of an eye.