One-shots for Nightkiller (NightKill Is Centered But There Are Others Mixed)

~《"Anything For You"》~

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His teeth clattered, hands firmly grasping his throat while his own pair of hands clutches at the other, trying to pry them off.

How did it come to this?

He didn't know. All he knew was that he had to get him to snap out of it. And snap him out of it he did, momentarily blinking as the pair of hands choking him weakened their hold a little, letting him greedily suck air. Did he say it out loud? Well thank fuck the stars he did, he felt like fainting nearly at that moment.

"I-I. . ."

He muttered, looking shocked, before those same hands that held his throat tightened again, stronger than earlier. Shit, if this goes on he'll actually choke him to death.

"This was your fault. . . If you didn't. . . It wouldn't have ended this way. . ."

The shit, now he was blaming him? When was this his fault!? Hello, he's the one getting choked here!!? And as soon as he felt like passing out, he was suddenly let go, dropping down on the white tiled floor while gasping for air.

He held is throbbing neck, small blobs of tears falling down from his pale cheeks.

"Oh Killer. . . My dear, I'm sorry. . ."

'Sorry'??? This isn't the time for playing sarcastically. He wanted to ask what the hell went through his boyfriend's head to choke him out of nowhere, but couldn't as his throat throbbed with pain and his heart beating erratically. He just went to catch up with his ex-boyfriend Color, then Nightmare just dragged him back to his apartment out of nowhere then started choking him! Color and him were cool now! Plus Color is also with someone else, they were nothing more than buddies. He was fucking sure that sounded shitty as his mom, but what else was he going to say when that was really true? He doesn't fucking know!

"W. . . W-why did you. . . Y-you. . ."

He choked out, fuck that hurts like hell. He was pretty sure he already experienced hell himself just by getting fucking choked. And Dream actually likes this? The masochist. He'll never forget the day Dream, while drunk, sputtered out one of his kinks that he liked getting choked by Cross. While it sounded hilarious -he got it recorded too and sent it to Cross- now actually experiencing it made him question on how the actual shit did Dream actually found pleasure in getting choked. In bed, no less.

Next thing he knew, he felt a sharp pain below where he assumed was supposed to be his lung, and feeling it getting jabbed again then another sharp stab on his left leg. He screamed, agonizing and stinging pain spread throughout his body as his hands tightened to fists. A metallic tang taste was on his taste buds, and swallowed in blobs of blood down his throat, as he stayed on the cold floor, shivering and choking on his own blood.

Blood dropped and soaked on his clothes, creating a pool of dark red liquid beneath him. He felt the thing that stabbed his leg was also jabbed on the tiles, feeling the shattered pieces below it. His chin was abruptly pulled up, and came a pair of soft, familiar lips crashing on his own. The kiss was ended short, when another stab went through his abdomen. His vision became splotchy, dizzying, and nauseating. Against his will, another pained scream came out of his mouth, which was cut short when he spat out a mouthful of blood. His ears were ringing, but the continuous whispers of "I love you" from his partner had gotten him to not notice the shivering figure in front of his apartment door.

Shit, was he bleeding too much? Fuck. . . That looked like Dream. . . Speak of the devil. Maybe he should have taken Ink's advice of thinking carefully if he wanted to date Nightmare or not. . . But the ongoing stabbing left him unable to scream anymore and eventually lost consciousness.

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Dream was frozen solid, hands covering his mouth as he stared at the sight before him. Killer, bleeding on the floor with Nightmare stabbing him on and on, whispering something incoherent. His feet was glued to the ground, and it looked like he didn't know he was there. Shakingly, he slowly stepped away from the scene, trembling hands calling Cross number on his phone. Thank the stars he responded immediately.

"Dream? Need anything? Did you get to convince Nightmare to join us for dinner that fast?"

He almost melted on hearing his beloved's voice through the phone. Swallowing thickly, he spoke as slowly and clearly as he could.

"Cross. . . H-he needs help, him and Killer need help-! B-Brother's stabbing him a-and-"

"Woah woah WHAT!? Nightmare's doing what now!?"

"J-just call the police here quickly and come! I-I don't know what to do- I-I-"

"I-I'm coming, just stay on a good distance away from them alright!?"

Dream shakingly hummed, and without a beat the call ended. Large blobs of tears fell from his eyes, unknowing what to do other than watch as the scene unfolded. Suddenly, Nightmare snapped his neck towards him, and he in return squeaked in surprise. On instinct, he quickly sped towards the stairs only to feel a sharp pain on his leg, causing him to fall over. He groaned and whimpered in pain, blinking as he felt blood trickle from his head. He felt dizzy, but crawled down as he saw Cross running up to him in panic. He looked up to see trails of bloody handprints on the wall on the next floor, and decided to focus on carrying Dream out of the building.

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Ahhahahahahhahah uhhhhhhh. . . I know I may have been gone for quite a while. . . . But. . . You know what fuck it I was reading Chinese gay novels. Yeh. Really isn't an excuse because I was grumbling and itching to write something then only remember that I actually have this on and here it is. 🥲♥️ Well, see you guys again. . .????

-Xen