Night Killer. Life is a slow race.

Part 8: Love the chase

"You gave it a shot, I wouldn't call it a good one but you definitely went for it." Killer says as he slowly walks towards his prey. He had managed to corner him; the guy made it pretty far but managed to take a wrong turn in the caves of waterfall. Killer chuckles as he sees the monster curl in on himself. Fear practically radiating off him. 'Boss would get a kick out of this' Killer wavers for a moment; 'why does that matter?' He shakes his head slightly and speeds up.

Killer grabs the Librarian by the collar of his shirt, pressing him against the cave wall. Killer puts the knife against his throat, "Now, I have a question for ya. If I like your answer we'll see about getting some mercy thrown in your direction." Killer grins wildly as he watches the tears fall silently down his face. Oh, how he's missed this. "So, what do ya think; wanna hear it?"

The librarian nods slightly in confirmation, obviously terrified of the knife against his throat. Killer completely changes his approach at this, allowing his smile to melt into something that seems more genuine and quickly stepping back from the shaking monster. "Alright then! Let's get to it. Have you seen a skeleton around?" Killer starts, managing to keep a laugh down as he observes his prey's visible confusion. "He looks quite a bit like me, except for the marking on his face....and his clothes.....and his eyes- OKAY! He doesn't look like me."

The monster stares at Killer in shock for a moment. Killer's patience quickly runs dry as he waits for an answer. Looking at his knife, he tested his blade. Slightly touching it with his phalanges he continues, "You might wanna answer buddy, the clock is ticking."

The librarian tenses at that and tries to push an answer, "N-no I haven't."

Killer looks up from his knife and sighs. "Well that's a bummer." Letting his arms fall to his sides he leans on the side of the cave wall. "Well, if you wanna go, now's your chance."

The librarian hesitates for a moment before stepping forward. His first few steps are shaky, but soon he is able to speed up. Right after he passes Killer, Killer quietly starts to follow, staying in the shadows of the cave as he does. After a while, the monster looks around; managing not to see Killer, he sits by a pool of water. As he catches his breath, Killer slowly makes his way closer. Killer knows he won't hear his footsteps, his soul is beating too fast making it all he is able to hear.

Killer stands behind him for a moment, watching as he slowly breaks into tears. Taking off his jacket, Killer gets ready. Of course on any normal mission he would be immediately stabbing his victims, watching the magic drain from their eyes as the try to call for help, but this time its different. He wants to savor this one, play with him for a bit, he won't be finding another monster for a long time.

The monster looks up from the water, getting ready to pick himself back up and continue on. Before he can stand, Killer takes his jacket and gags him, tying it around the back of his head. Quickly Killer takes hold of his hands as he reaches up towards his face, easily fighting them down. "Sorry to say pal, but that answer isn't satisfactory."

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Nightmare got bored rather quickly, not much to do on his throne but think and he's been doing too much of that recently. Nightmare makes his way out of his throne room, 'Might as well check on the last two free loaders.'

Nightmare set Horror up on cleaning duty after he got his sanity back. Not inside cleaning though, no that would be too easy. Nightmare sent him to clean the outside windows, told him not to use his magic and is making him use a ladder. Honestly he's surprised he hasn't heard Horror fall yet.

Dust was sent to repair the living room. Nightmare thought of asking Error to try and stitch the couch back up or to just buy a new one, but watching Dust get frustrated was a way better option. The floor will be harder to fix, Nightmare is curious on how he's managing that task.

Walking down the stairs, Dust's curses become clearer. Obviously venting to his "Papyrus" about the whole ordeal. Nightmare stops at the bottom and leans on the railing to listen.

"It's not my fault! Don't blame this on me, Horror's the one who can't keep his head on straight!" Dust argues as he continues to stich up the couch. I'm doing so the stitch rips through the side of what he was trying to repair and makes him start from scratch, "DAMNIT I HATE THIS TEDIOUS SHIT!"

Dust drops his materials and falls back onto the couch, running his hands down his face to regroup. "Yeah- I know I need to stitch farther into the good fabric, you don't need to explain that to me. Remember who made you your battle body!?"

Nightmare smiles at the familiar wave of frustration and annoyance coming off of Dust. He may be quiet but he's always had a lack of patience. Nightmare pushes himself off of the railing and starts his way towards the door, Dust doesn't notice his presence as he is still arguing with Papyrus.

Nightmare takes a deep breath once he reaches the other side of the front door. As he walks farther out he hears Horror. His first few words were unintelligible being so high up, but then there was a crash followed by a loud swear.

Nightmare looks up at this, and sees a bucket of water falling from above. He tenses up in surprise. And here he thought today would be good after listening to Dust regret his life. He was very wrong.