Depression... A Sansest Story.

LET'S GET SOME KREME IN

Killer sighed, looking at the 4 new cuts on each of his arms. So many cuts and scars were visible from the years he's done this to himself... 

He knows it's not good, but he can't stop. 

It's like an addiction.

Sighing, Killer left the bathroom, flinching as the cuts stung against his bone. (I put skin XD)

"Killer."Nightmare growled, making the other flinch and turn around. Nightmare raised a bonebrow and said, "Ink and Blue need you for something. Damn bright skeletons. "He growled, marching away.

Killer watched him go, letting a breath out he didn't know he kept in. 

he was not caught.

yet.

Killer opened a portal to the other castle and hopped in, ignoring the searing pain going up against his arms. 

It was more of a dull throb of how much how he was used to it.

"oh! Killer! There you are!" Blue exclaimed, grabbing Killer's hand and dragging him to the kitchen. Killer frowned deeply, not liking how this wasn't very tensed. 

Well, whatever.

Dream was stirring something, and by the smell of it, the substance was... meat?

"No one else would help us, so can you help us make tacos?" Dream asked, smiling softly at the confused skeleton.

"You just- WE'RE ENEMIES!" Killer exclaimed, making Blue unnoticeably flinch. Dream sighed and stopped stirring the meat in the pan.

"We were enemies. Ink and Error are sorts of friends now, Nightmare isn't attacking me anymore, and the others are okay with it. We're not fighting. I don't think we're enemies..." Dream picked up his staff and it formed into a bow.

Killer got into a fighting stance.

he aimed it at the wall and shot the arrow into the wall.

It disappeared quickly, and a loud chime filled the house.

"WHATTTT!!!" Ink called, sliding down the staircase and landing next to killer. "hi?"

The two new skeletons stared at each other before Killer sighed. "What do I need to do?"

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"TADA! TACO'S ARE READY!" Killer exclaimed, giggling along with Blue as Dream took one and tasted it.

His eyes turned to stars and he ate the rest quickly.

"HOLY FRICK THIS IS GOOD!" He exclaimed, handing Ink one. "Are you sure?" Ink looked cautious, and Killer faintly Blue's smile tilt down for a second.

After they ate taco's, Ink asked a question. "Why do your arms have... wet marks?" Killer froze with a taco midway to his mouth. 

"I just got wet this morning..." He mumbled, rubbing his bleeding wrists. "Wait..." Blue said, dropping his innocent thing for a second.

He knew that those were blood marks.

"I forgot something from the kitchen!" Blue said quickly, getting up and leaving, but listening through the closed door.

Ink frowned, leaning forwards. "Don't tell me..." He murmured, glancing at Killer's wrists. "NO! I- I would never-"

Before he could finish, Dream teleported about 8 or 9 inches away from him and tugged the sleeves up quicky, revealing the all-to-familiar cuts he caused himself. 

"How..." Dream dropped Killer's wrist, covering his mouth with his gloved hand. 

Killer looked away shamefully, hating the way Ink and Dream gazed at him with pity.

He jumped when a strong feeling came to his arm...

It wasn't pain...

It felt like... 

It was warm, like a hug on a cold hug... and the softness of it made him relax instantly.

He looked down to his wrists to see all the new cuts were slowly growing back on themselves, but the old ones stayed like ants that you didn't kill in an ant pile.

The feeling stopped.

Shakily, killer sat up more and rubbed his wrists. "Please..."

he looked at Dream, who was close to crying.

"Don't do that... ever again..." Dream sighed, hugging his new 'friend'.

Everyone needs a hug once in a while...