Freedom | Killer x Female!Reader

22.

Dust POV

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It's been about two days since we got word that Y/N's alive and well- or as well as you can get while being trapped in Shattered's grasp, that is. Killer's still quiet, but not in a "I want to die" kind of quiet, like he had been doing. It's more of a "I'm going to kick Shattered's ass, Horror quit trying to talk to me I'm training" kind of quiet.

Nightmare still doesn't have a plan, or if he does, he hasn't told us yet. Apparently Error's gonna be helping us with whatever plan Nightmare has- if he has one. We've all taken turns beating him up as target practice, and I think Killer's enjoying it the most. Error is the reason his girlfriend got kidnapped, after all.

I don't get why Killer's so worked up about her. I mean, she's just a human. She's replaceable.

...Ok, maybe Y/N's a little better than just any average human. Not that I'd be sad if she died or anything.

"You most definitely would be sad if she died, Sans." Phantom- or the ghost of my Papyrus- says with a frown.

"Alright, fine, I'd miss her a little bit." I grumble as I swing the doors open to the training area below the castle. It's like a basement, only it's huge and full of training dummies and weapons. There's a lot of holes in the walls, mostly thanks to me. "But, I mean, she's not, like, that important to me."

"You're a horrible liar."

"Oh shut up, will you?" I glare at him.

"Talking to that ghost of yours again?" Killer's voice almost makes me jump, except I manage to not jump and just barely flinch instead. I turn and see him leaning against the wall, sharpening a knife. I think that's the first thing he's said to me other than 'wanna spar?' or snapping at me when I make a snarky joke. The worst part is, I can't tell if he's trying to make fun of me right now or if this is a genuine question.

"Why do you care whether or not I talk to him?" I walk over to a pile of swords and pick one up. Most of us use either bones or knives or other close-ranged weapons when we're not using our blasters, save for Horror, who uses this big as fuck axe, and Nightmare, who uses his tendrils, and those can be more of a long-ranged weapon. But sometimes we use longer weapons like swords just in case. I mean, we stole 'em, might as well use 'em.

"Just wanna know if you'll be yammerin' to him the whole time we spar." He walks over to me with the start of a grin on his face.

"Who said we're sparrin'?" I growl. "I came here to beat up a wall, not you."

He snorts. "You'll get nowhere if you put a couple more holes in a wall. At least if you spar with me, you might get somethin' out of it."

"I don't need to get anything out of this." I walk over to a training dummy and use the sword to slice its head clean off.

"Then why are you here?"

"To get my anger out before I punch Horror in the face." I stab the sword through the dummy's chest, then turn. "Why do you care?"

"What'd Horror do to you?"

"Nothin', I'm just pissed."

"'Cause of what?"

"Why do you care?" I glare at him.

"If you're angry, sparring might help." He doesn't answer me.

"So I can tear that arm of yours right off?" I say wryly. "No thanks. Why do you care?"

"C'mon, Dust." He tosses me a knife, and I catch it, though the blade cuts my palm, but I literally do not care. "Just for a little bit, huh?"