Freedom | Killer x Female!Reader

19.

Killer POV

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"Killer, calm down." Dust snarls, hauling me away from the door by the hood of my jacket. "We got rid of them. They aren't coming back."

I push him away from me, my soul flickering rapidly as DT drips from my sockets. Dust lands on the ground with a grunt, clutching his stomach with one hand and putting his other on a large gash in his skull. I lean against the door, breathing heavily as I calm down.

Not long after Y/N and Nightmare had left, we were ambushed. They were only humans, but there were so many. We got rid of them, but not without a shit ton of wounds. Dust has a cut in his skull that's larger than his hand, and he has more cuts on his arms and legs, and I'm pretty sure there's some kind of wound in his chest. Horror's lying unconscious in the corner, blood dripping from his left socket, and his right arm is bent at an awkward angle. Cross is bandaging his own leg, and there's some gauze wrapped around his skull. And Slash...

"I'm going after them." I hiss.

"You can't. They're either dead," Dust gestures to the large amount of blood staining the carpeted floor, "or they left already."

"I don't care."

"You'll get yourself killed."

"So what?"

He staggers up and grabs me, turning me around and looking me in the eye with a smoking eye light and a furious expression on his face. "We need you alive, Killer. You're the best fighter we have. How do you think Nightmare and Y/N will react when they come back, and I have to tell them you're dead? We need you. Alive." When I say nothing, he pulls me into a hug, putting a hand flat on my sternum, just above my soul. "Breathe. We'll get them one day. But not now."

I set my head on his shoulder, breathing heavily. "We've lost too much already, Dust." My voice is trembling.

"I know."

My soul starts to flicker back to normal, and the DT slowly stops dripping from my sockets. Dust sits me down on the edge of the mattress as Cross crawls over to Horror and starts to bandage his wounds. He throws Dust a roll of gauze, then Dust turns to me.

"...What are you doing?" I mutter as he grabs my arm, which is bleeding severely and nearly torn off. I hadn't even noticed.

"Fixing you." He rolls his eye lights.

"I'm fine."

"Oh really?" He yanks on my arm, and I hiss in pain. "You aren't fine, dumbass. Let me fix this, at least."

"....Fine."

He starts to bandage my arm, then the door flings open, and I'm hit with a wave of pure fury. We all look up as Nightmare steps into the room, dragging a hissing, glitching skeleton behind him.

"Error?" Dust bristles as Nightmare throws Error onto the floor, keeping him still with a tendril around his ankle.

Nightmare says nothing. He slams the door shut, his eye light darting around the room. I can't help but notice the lack of Y/N.

"Where's Y/N?" My voice is strained from the sudden amount of pain I'm in. In my violent state, I didn't even pay any attention to the wounds, but now that I'm back to normal, it's hard to not pay attention to them.

Nightmare looks down at Error, then at me. "What the fuck happened here?"

"Answer the que-"

"Ambush." Dust cuts me off by yanking on my leg, and I hiss. "We fought them off, but they took Slash."