Night Killer. Life is a slow race.

16: To the point

Killer waits 5 minutes and gets no reply. "Okay, I'll just talk to ya about it later then." He says as he turns around to leave.
He only takes 2 steps before the door opens.

"Come on." Nightmare says once Killer looks back at him. He looks intimidating, blending into the darkness of his Study. Killer doesn't hesitate, *It's not like he will ever 'not' look intimidating. I should be used to this by now.* he thinks as he swiftly turns and walks back to the door.

Nightmare steps back to allow Killer into the room. Once he gets far enough in, Nightmare closes the door with one of his tendrils and makes his way back to his desk. He doesn't sit down though, Killer notes as he waits for a command to either sit in the guest chair or to start explaining.

Killer watches as his boss leans against his desk and takes a sip of his coffee. Killer's sockets widen when he notices how hot the liquid is, *How does that not burn?*

"Get comfortable," Nightmare says as he motions towards the chair, "You've got 10 minutes; if I find what you have to say interesting, time will expand."

Killer quickly walks over and takes a seat. He grins to himself as he takes his Boss's advice and gets comfortable. Killer throws his legs over the arm of the chair and rests his back on the other arm. Sparing a look at his Boss, he sees him shooting daggers at him with his eye. Killer smirks at this and grabs a pillow out from under him and hugs it like a stuffed animal to his chest.

"Alright, now that I've got eight minutes left, It would probably be a good idea to start explaining huh?" Killer rhetorically asks. Killer can see how frustrated Nightmare already is with him. From how his grip on his mug is so tight to how his tentacles twitch at the ends, Killer can see just how much he is getting under his Boss's metaphorical skin.

Killer doesn't wait for an answer, thinking about the upcoming conversation like a band-aid that needs to be ripped off. "So, I'm sure you have already figured out that Cross is some sort of traitor. I've had my suspicions since I've met him. With how terribly he fits in with the pack and all- You're way smarter than me though, so I know you already knew that."

Killer looks up for a moment to gage how the conversation is going so far. Killer quickly looks away once he realizes Nightmare is practically snarling at him. *Guess commenting on how smart he is isn't enough to butter up a god. Noted.* Killer thinks before fake coughing into his hand to transition into his next point.

"Well I was up late last night because I couldn't sleep and decided to steal some chocolate out of Cross's stash. While searching I found some very incriminating evidence of just how bad of a traitor he is." Killer takes the shoe box he recovered from Horror out of his inventory, "Here, but big warning, you are not gonna like anything in this box."

Killer holds out the box to nightmare who glares at Killer for a moment before setting his coffee down and stepping forward to take the box. Killer watches as his Boss takes the box and sits down at his desk to go through it. Able to sense his impending doom, Killer sits up in the chair and sets the pillow down.

"I-I should probably get going-" Killer says, but before he can stand up, Nightmare turns his head towards him and shoots him a nasty look. "Welp, guess not." Killer states as he accepts his death sentence and flops back down into the seat.

Killer watches as Nightmare opens the box and sees the contents. He reaches over and grabs his glasses off the edge of the desk and puts them on to read the notes. Killer pushes himself back into the chair and picks the pillow back up once he sees Nightmare go rigid.

"How long have you known about this?" Nightmare says quietly, unable to hide the anger in his words.

"W-wha-" Killer starts before Nightmare quickly stands up and picks him up with a tendril. Killer's sockets widen once again as he is pulled face to face with his Boss.

"How. Long. Have. You. Known." Nightmare repeats as he squeezes him.

"J-just since last night!" Killer croaks out, "please, I p-promise!"

Nightmare loosens his grip only to push his minion up against the wall to trap him. "How much have you gone through?" He asks, venom poisoning every syllable.

"I haven't read everything, I just read the dates and signatures at the end of each note! It goes back about 2 years!" Killer explains quickly, like his life depends on it. *It does depend on it.* He thinks before being thrown back into the chair.

Killer wastes no time in catching his breath, he watches as his Boss walks back over to the box. Nightmare puts the card and notes he pulled out back into the box.

"You are dismissed." Nightmare says steadily, obviously trying to regain his composure. Killer doesn't move though, he is much more curious about the slight waver in his Boss's voice. Any other skeleton in the castle wouldn't have heard or noticed it. But Killer did.

"I SAID LEAVE." Nightmare states louder and more demanding. Killer in response stands, but he doesn't head towards the door. Instead, he takes a step towards Nightmare who is facing away from him.

Killer dares to take a few more steps towards the corrupted skeleton before he is stopped suddenly. Nightmare picks him up once again and brings him close. "GET. OUT."

"No." Killer states simply. He knows what's wrong. He will always be too determined for his own good.

"HAHAHAHA!" Nightmare laughs darkly, "Look at you, disrespecting my orders." Nightmare glares at Killer, making him shiver, "You dare question me again?"

Killer doesn't back down. "Yes sir, but not out of disrespect."

"Oh? And how are you respecting me in this instance? You have failed to respect my words and my boundaries. I told you. 'Get out.'" Nightmare's eye light burns into Killer's skin.
But Killer finally sees his chance.

"It's not disrespect when you're obviously in pain." Killer explains simply. Killer makes eye contact as Nightmare gets caught off guard.
It doesn't take long though, before Nightmare laughs once again.

"Do I look 'hurt' to you?" Nightmare asks as he throws Killer to the floor and spins around. "I'm not in pain, I'm fully capable of ripping you apart. Yet, you think I'm weak?"

It takes a moment for Killer to rebuild his strength and sit up.

"Not physically sir. Emotionally."