A Killer In Nightmares

Chapter 4

Chapter 4:

Killer was planning to confess to Nightmare. He was so nervous. He never felt this way about anyone.

Killer walked through the hall in deep thought. Then he felt a tap on his shoulder. He turned around to see a skeleton. He was a black skeleton (not racist!) He had blue lines from his eyes to his mouth.

"I heard you had a crush," he said to Killer. "And?" Killer asked. "Who is it?" He asked. "That's non of your Business," Killer told him. "I was just wondering," the other muttered. "Wonder somewhere else," Killer told him and walked away.

"Nightmare isn't gonna like this," The glitchy muttered.

"He should mind his business," Dust said as he drank out of the ketchup packet. "Agreed," Horror said as he stuffed fries and such in his mouth.

"Don't think that changing the subject will make us forget about the confessions," Dust said. "Damn it!" Killer sighed.

"Killer, can you hand me my homework that I let you hold," Horror asked. "Sure," Killer told him.

Killer looked in his bag. "Oh no," Killer said. "Oh no what?" Dust asked. "My love confession is gone!" Killer said. "That is an "oh no," Dust said sounding suspicious.

"What did you do with it," Killer said more like a sentence. "What do you mean?" Dust said with a smirk. "This isn't funny," Killer told Dust.

"It would uh be too late," Horror said. "What do you mean?" Killer asked sternly. "Dust put it in Nightmare's locker," Horror told Killer.

"Nightmare already seen it as well," Dust said as he leaned in his seat. "You fucking Asswhole!" Killer shouted at Dust. Good thing they were in Dust's house.

Dust only laughed. "Its not funny!" Killer shouted.

Killer sat back down and said, "My life is over," Killer said.

Then he got a text.

Unknown: Killer, its me Nightmare.

Unknown: We got on the wrong foot and to make it up to you, how about we go to Muffet's Bakery after school?

Killer blushed. "He's got a date!" Dust shouted. "Let's celebrate and get eat all the food Dust's fridge has!" Horror shouted. "Leave my poor fridge alone!" Dust told Horror.

Meanwhile Killer didn't know what to reply. What should he say? He sighed then texted back.

Nightmare was in his room, staring at the note. Killer loves him! He was a squealing happy octopus.