Sanscest Oneshots

Me too [Nightkiller]

A/N: This contains heavy topics such as accidental/unwanted pregnancy and the mention of abortion and unprotected sex.

Killer stared at the mirror, a hundred thoughts in mind. He lifted up his shirt before staring at his exposed ecto belly. Normally, it wouldn't be formed at this time but it was, and a little soul was happily floating inside.

The black teared skeleton didn't know how to feel about this... He wasn't sure what his boss's reaction would be.

"Kills, is everything alright?" A voice asks from the door and he turns to it. "C-can you give me some time alone Horror? I need some time to plan out what I'm gonna do." He weakly responds and a sigh comes from the door, "Alright...if you say so...".

Killer dropped to the ground and began sobbing. He felt so stupid at that moment for not thinking this through yet angry at himself for being reckless with him.

Now what would Nightmare say to him?

He was pregnant and he knew that it was all his fault for being a little too wild.

He stared at his growing belly and at the small little soul that took the shape of an apple, tears of anger and fear covering his cheeks. He almost tried to punch his stomach, wanting this matter to be over but couldn't since he felt pity for the poor little soul. He continued to cry some more and his friends outside could clearly hear those sobs from the bathroom.

Horror stared at Dust and Dust at Cross. "Hey, how do we help him?" Cross asked and the skeleton with multi-colored eyes went quiet. Horror shrugged and Cross was practically out of ideas. "If he wants to keep it... Then he'd have to hide the kid around the castle and that's impossible... But if he wants to abort it..." Dust muttered and paused before gulping. "We can't go to Sci or else, Nightmare would know; so we'd have to do it barbarically." Cross continued as he looked at his hands in horror.

Horror slapped them both and scolded "Stop thinking so darkly. The baby isn't our problem, it's Killer...". The three then just stood there, dumbfounded at what to do. "We could just make Killer not go to boss's office anymore?" Cross suggested and Dust opposed saying "But that would make Nightmare suspicious.". Horror was about to butt into the conversation when the door to the bathroom opened.

All three turned to stare at Killer and they were taken aback at how... Messed up he looked.

"Hey, are you okay?" Horror asked and Cross chimed in, "So what are you gonna do with the baby?". Killer looked at his friends blankly and replied "Don't Tell Nightmare about any of this. I'll be going to my room." Before leaving the three of them.

"I feel bad..." Dust muttered and the other two nodded in unison. The three knew that what Killer was asking for would be damn near impossible to promise if their boss started questioning them, but... They'd try their best.

At Killer's room, the black teared skeleton sat on his bed; looking at his belly in a mix of emotions.

He remembered the night when it happened...

He remembered how... They did the usual intercourse on the bed...and... How drunk they were... And How Nightmare told him about if he ever got pregnant because he removed the protection, he'd do the most unspeakable things...

It sent chills down his spine as he remembered how Nightmare said it.

He cursed himself even more thinking about the stupid mistake he made that night.

He hated himself. His. Stupid. Slutty. Desperate. Self.

He slowly crawled up into his bed and wrapped himself in his blanket as he sniffled and teared up on the pillow. He didn't care that he was absent. He didn't care to even eat. He didn't care that someone was ringing up his phone. All he wanted to do right now was to shame himself and possibly bully himself to the point where he'd make the decision so he would be done from this stupid mess he had created for himself. Just should the pathetic whore he was.