Death's Destructive Family: DestructiveDeath Sequel

Chapter 57: Calculations

No POV

The gang had just settled into the castle and Killer was recovering from his sugar rush when Nightmare's tentacles sharpened, telling him that something isn't right. Then he hears a familiar laugh.

"Well well well well well welly well well! Look at how the gang has shrunk! Aren't you missing a few members? And in such poor conditions too despite being dressed so formally! Only two of you are conscious! Oooh, you are so pathetically doomed!"Cipher laughs as he circles the room and pokes at them teasingly by tugging Dust's hood or poking the tentacles

"That is none of your concern. It's called living our lives outside of this castle."Nightmare growls

"And it's Killer. Why aren't you surprised that he's the one knocked out?"Dust says

"I guess that's true. He is such a lightweight sometimes. Hmmm, but now the castle feels so empty without my favorite ones around! Where's that chef of yours? Or your precious little nephew? I was soo looking forward to messing with them before the real trouble started! Perhaps even make a dea-OW!"He says before getting punched in the side

Error!404 appears beside him with a glare.

"W͓̽e͓̽ ͓̽t͓̽a͓̽l͓̽k͓̽e͓̽d͓̽ ͓̽a͓̽b͓̽o͓̽u͓̽t͓̽ ͓̽t͓̽h͓̽i͓̽s͓̽.͓̽ ͓̽Y͓̽o͓̽u͓̽ ͓̽a͓̽r͓̽e͓̽ ͓̽n͓̽o͓̽t͓̽ ͓̽t͓̽a͓̽k͓̽i͓̽n͓̽g͓̽ ͓̽a͓̽d͓̽v͓̽a͓̽n͓̽t͓̽a͓̽g͓̽e͓̽ ͓̽o͓̽f͓̽ ͓̽t͓̽h͓̽e͓̽m͓̽.͓̽ ͓̽T͓̽h͓̽a͓̽t͓̽'͓̽s͓̽ ͓̽n͓̽o͓̽t͓̽ ͓̽w͓̽h͓̽a͓̽t͓̽ ͓̽w͓̽e͓̽ ͓̽c͓̽a͓̽m͓̽e͓̽ ͓̽h͓̽e͓̽r͓̽e͓̽ ͓̽f͓̽o͓̽r͓̽.͓̽ "404 says

"Whyyy nooot?"Cipher whines

"B͓̽e͓̽c͓̽a͓̽u͓̽s͓̽e͓̽ ͓̽t͓̽h͓̽i͓̽s͓̽ ͓̽i͓̽s͓̽ ͓̽E͓̽R͓̽R͓̽O͓̽R͓̽'͓̽s͓̽ ͓̽g͓̽a͓̽n͓̽g͓̽ ͓̽a͓̽n͓̽d͓̽ ͓̽I͓̽ ͓̽w͓̽a͓̽n͓̽t͓̽ ͓̽t͓̽o͓̽ ͓̽s͓̽t͓̽a͓̽y͓̽ ͓̽o͓̽n͓̽ ͓̽g͓̽o͓̽o͓̽d͓̽ ͓̽t͓̽e͓̽r͓̽m͓̽s͓̽ ͓̽w͓̽i͓̽t͓̽h͓̽ ͓̽E͓̽R͓̽R͓̽O͓̽R͓̽.͓̽ ͓̽H͓̽a͓̽v͓̽e͓̽ ͓̽y͓̽o͓̽u͓̽ ͓̽S͓̽E͓̽E͓̽N͓̽ ͓̽h͓̽i͓̽s͓̽ ͓̽d͓̽a͓̽u͓̽g͓̽h͓̽t͓̽e͓̽r͓̽?͓̽N͓̽e͓̽v͓̽e͓̽r͓̽m͓̽i͓̽n͓̽d͓̽ ͓̽t͓̽h͓̽a͓̽t͓̽,͓̽ ͓̽h͓̽a͓̽v͓̽e͓̽ ͓̽y͓̽o͓̽u͓̽ ͓̽s͓̽e͓̽e͓̽n͓̽ ͓̽h͓̽i͓̽s͓̽ ͓̽e͓̽n͓̽t͓̽i͓̽r͓̽e͓̽ ͓̽f͓̽a͓̽m͓̽i͓̽l͓̽y͓̽?͓̽ ͓̽T͓̽h͓̽e͓̽y͓̽ ͓̽a͓̽r͓̽e͓̽ ͓̽n͓̽o͓̽t͓̽ ͓̽t͓̽h͓̽e͓̽ ͓̽k͓̽i͓̽n͓̽d͓̽ ͓̽y͓̽o͓̽u͓̽ ͓̽w͓̽a͓̽n͓̽t͓̽ ͓̽t͓̽o͓̽ ͓̽a͓̽n͓̽g͓̽e͓̽r͓̽!͓̽ "

"Hmmm, now explain why angering them would be a me problem exactly?"

404 groans, shaking his head, and tugs Cipher closer.

"B͓̽e͓̽c͓̽a͓̽u͓̽s͓̽e͓̽ ͓̽a͓̽n͓̽g͓̽e͓̽r͓̽i͓̽n͓̽g͓̽ ͓̽E͓̽r͓̽r͓̽o͓̽r͓̽'͓̽s͓̽ ͓̽f͓̽a͓̽m͓̽i͓̽l͓̽y͓̽ ͓̽m͓̽e͓̽a͓̽n͓̽s͓̽ ͓̽l͓̽e͓̽s͓̽s͓̽ ͓̽w͓̽i͓̽l͓̽l͓̽i͓̽n͓̽g͓̽ ͓̽b͓̽a͓̽b͓̽y͓̽s͓̽i͓̽t͓̽t͓̽e͓̽r͓̽s͓̽.͓̽ ͓̽A͓̽n͓̽d͓̽ ͓̽l͓̽e͓̽s͓̽s͓̽ ͓̽w͓̽i͓̽l͓̽l͓̽i͓̽n͓̽g͓̽ ͓̽b͓̽a͓̽b͓̽y͓̽s͓̽i͓̽t͓̽t͓̽e͓̽r͓̽s͓̽ ͓̽m͓̽e͓̽a͓̽n͓̽s͓̽ ͓̽l͓̽e͓̽s͓̽s͓̽ ͓̽t͓̽i͓̽m͓̽e͓̽ ͓̽a͓̽l͓̽o͓̽n͓̽e͓̽ ͓̽f͓̽o͓̽r͓̽ ͓̽y͓̽o͓̽u͓̽ ͓̽w͓̽i͓̽t͓̽h͓̽ ͓̽m͓̽e͓̽.͓̽"

"Okay...That is a me problem."

"Uuuh, what is going on here?"Dust asks

"R͓̽i͓̽g͓̽h͓̽t͓̽.͓̽.͓̽.͓̽.͓̽I͓̽'͓̽m͓̽ ͓̽a͓̽ ͓̽f͓̽r͓̽i͓̽e͓̽n͓̽d͓̽ ͓̽o͓̽f͓̽ ͓̽E͓̽r͓̽r͓̽o͓̽r͓̽'͓̽s͓̽ ͓̽n͓̽a͓̽m͓̽e͓̽d͓̽ ͓̽4͓̽0͓̽4͓̽.͓̽ ͓̽T͓̽h͓̽i͓̽s͓̽ ͓̽i͓̽s͓̽ ͓̽C͓̽i͓̽p͓̽h͓̽e͓̽r͓̽,͓̽ ͓̽a͓̽n͓̽ ͓̽a͓̽n͓̽n͓̽o͓̽y͓̽i͓̽n͓̽g͓̽-͓̽"