A Killer Time

The Gremlins and a Killer Furry

Killer liked new things. When something new was happening, that usually meant that something interesting was about to unfold. Killer liked to stop into the AUs open to the Surface to make people disappear. A camper here, a hiker there. Something to keep the boredom at bay and his emotions from getting out of control when Nightmare was particularly busy. Today, though... oh boy, today wasn't gonna be like any time before. The boss had up and left for some important meetings with his bro that would no doubt end in violence. Killer wished he could be there, but he actually didn't care. Fighting Dream was getting old. Instead, he went to make someone disappear. Killer flipped a knife and caught it as he went to see about killing a few people at some summer camp thing. He smiled wide at full-blown chaos. It was slaughter as humans fought for their lives. Tiny little red gremlins were killing them left and right while some goth furry was kicking ass. Killer watched from the shadows for a minute, liquid hate dribbling down his chin. He wiped it away as a counselor dragged himself over. "H... help us..."

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Killer was gonna stay out of it. Enjoy the show, then move on. But his soul started to wobble. When his soul wobbled, that was never a good sign. With a snap of his fingers, the human had been impaled. Killer stalked out, summoning a blaster to maul a kid while he slit another humans throat from behind. He turned someone's soul blue and dragged them into his knife, stabbing them repeatedly until they drew their last breath. He impaled more campers with bones, smashed in someone's head with a door, and burned another to a crisp all while laughing with joy. Before he knew it, everyone was dead except for the gremlins, the dog, and himself. The liquid hate was like hot tar on his cheeks as one of the munchkins approached, cursing up a storm. "Who the fucking fuck are you?! Don't you know murder is our thing? This is literally our job!" It pointed a gun in Killer's face, but he wasn't perturbed. In fact, his crazed smile widened. "it's my job too. i like you. you're fun. can i join the fun?" Killer asked, tilting his head. "He did kill all those people." The girl added in helpfully.

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At first, Blitzo was very much against it. Whatever fucking demon he was, he wasn't even an Imp! "No, no, go back to whatever Hell hole you crawled out of and tell your boss to fuck himself because murder is my shtick!" The demon didn't move for a moment, a weird ass substance falling off his chin and sizzling when it touched the ground. "my boss can't fuck himself. he hates sex. and pleasure." Blitzo gasped in offense, about to retort when the demon twisted suddenly and a knife sunk deep into a bystanders head. "my boss is busy and i'm out of a job. death is all i know. let me work with you." Loonie seemed impressed, which kicked Blitzo's protective instinct into overdrive. However... "What's your name, sir?" The others already seemed to be accepting him. "killer. i am killer." He replied. "That was a mighty nice shot, Killer!" Millie praised, then gave Moxxie attention before he could pout. "Look, are you sure you can handle us? My dad's a bit... much." Blitzo was about to argue again, but Killer merely shrugged. "eh, you kill, i kill. what's the worst that could happen?"

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He better not get that tar shit on his floors.