Us? (Errorink) [On Hiatus]

Chapter 30: 《"Dun dun dun"》

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-=Kira's point of view=-
(Three days before the argument)

It was late at night, and I was wandering endlessly with no thoughts. I circled around the bedroom quarters hall until I reached Nightmare's room. I was about to turn around to leave the hallway until I heard a voice coming from his room. It did not sound deep like Nightmare's. I was curious and turned to my heel to hear the voice clearer. I slowly pushed my ear gently against the door, and my eyes widened to whom the voice was from.

It was Killer.

"B-BoSs-. . . HMnG-!" His voice sounded cracky and weak. And he. . . Moaned-? "Oh, lufu. . . Oh, how adorable you are~" Nightmare cooed seductively as I heard slight shuffling. 'Lufu-? Does that mean something. . . ? W-wait. . . They are not doing 'it' . . . Right-?' I thought, feeling my cheeks warm up. "Ugh-~ m-my your t-tight. . . Darling." Nightmare breathed out. "Mm-~ oH- r-ReAllY-?" Killer stammered. "Mhmn-! Oh, N-NiGhTmArE-~!" Killer moaned in pleasure. 'Nope.' I quickly thought as I had already had a conclusion to what was happening.

I hurriedly knocked to Horror's bedroom. No answer. I went to Dust's bedroom yet received no answer. I fast walked downstairs and to the kitchen and prepared myself coffee. I had to get that awkward incident out of my mind. Although I could not help but wonder, they are not drunk, and they did not sound like they are. So, did they do 'it' intentionally? Well, I knew from the start that both of them had feelings. . . Or are they in a. . . Relationship?
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-=Killer's point of view=-
(Present)

I vomited on the toilet some excess determination as I felt sick. I clutched my stomach, feeling my ecto-stomach summoned. I flushed it and then stared at the mirror. My soul changed to an upside down heart still with the target pattern. . . And my female ecto body was summoned. My soul glowed faintly as I recalled the night when Nightmare and I had a 'passionate night'. My eyes widened slightly as I hesitantly grabbed ahold on the hem of my shirt, then slowly pulled it up. I gasped at the sight. A small soul was visible under my dark red ecto stomach.

A small soul.

A child's soul.

I hurriedly lowered my shirt and clutched my stomach gently with my two hands. 'I-. . . I have a child with. . . With Nightmare. I-. . .' I thought, tears rolled down to my cheeks. It was tears of joy mixed with fear. I was happy that I was carrying his child, yet I was scared he might hurt them. . . Or worse. Our relationship just started a month and a few weeks ago, but this. . . This is too advanced. 'How will I tell him? What if he does not accept that I am carrying his offspring? What if he-. . . No, he would not. . . Would he. . . ?' I sobbed silently. I felt a pulse of magic from my stomach. I lowered my attention and smiled a little after a chuckle.

'What will I do?-'

"Killer? Are you alright? I could feel a strong aura of negativity from you." Nightmare spoke behind the door. I panicked, and I did not know what to respond to him. I am scared he might - "Killer? Answer me." He said sternly. "I-I am alright!" I responded.

"Are you sure? Let me in, dear."

"N-no need to!"

"Are you hiding something or -"

"O-of course not!"

"You are being too obvious, love."

". . ."

"Alright then."

With no warning, Nightmare swung the door open to see Killer sniffling slightly, drying his tears that were mixed with the light excess determination that stained from under his eyes and then down to his cheeks "Love, what is bothering you?" He asked, softly planting a peck on my forehead, then caressed my cheeks with his thumb. "I-. . . R-Remember the 'passionate night' we both shared three days ago?" I asked nervously. "Yes. . . Why do you ask?" He questioned, his cheeks slightly showing a faint teal blush. "W-well. . . Y-you see. . ." I stammered, trying my best to find the words to say. I gathered my courage for a few moments and inhaled some air before I spoke.

"I'm pregnant."

His eyes widened as he came closer and knelt down, slipping his hand under my shirt and feeling any pulse to signal that there was a small soul. He stood up and hugged me tightly. "How old is my offspring?" He asked, his grip lessened as he rubbed the back of my head. "I am not quite sure. I only found out about it earlier." I spoke weakly. Silence was present in the atmosphere as he pulled me closer to him. ". . . A-are you disappointed?" I asked nervously. He then pulled away from the embrace as he cupped my cheeks. "No. . . I am quite joyed to know I have a child with you. It is just so sudden. . ." He said, hugging me once again.

"You are quite right. . . Should we tell the others?"

"If you want to, then tell them. If not, we can keep it a secret for a little longer. Any choice of yours is alright for me."

"Keeping a child secretly will be hard. . . But I do not have the courage to face them. . ."

"You can tell them slowly, one by one. Or, you can ask someone to announce it for you."

". . . I will think about it. . ."

"*Sigh*. . . Alright then, love."
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Y'all probably thought it was Ink, right?