Killer's POV
Rays of light poured down onto my face, its warmth kissing me. I groaned and turned onto my side.
'Not today bitch.'
My body was sore, which was expected. My leg and arm have been healing, thanks to Dream. I've been stuck in bed for the past few days. Dream checks up on my every hour while Horror and Dust come up every other hour.
Someone lightly knocked on my door. The only person I know that actually knocks in this house is Dream. Horror and Dust just barge in.
Me: Come in.
Dream slowly came in. He had a caring smile. He was wearing a simple white shirt, blue jeans, and his iconic crown. Even the simplest of clothing, he seemed to be able to pull it off. He had a bag in his hands.
Dream: I've come bearing gifts... and bandages.
He sat on the chair that was situated next to my bed. I gave him my arm unconsciously. This has become a daily routine. He comes in, he changes my wraps, we talk, then he leaves until next hour.
Dream: How are you feeling?
Me: You ask this every hour and I give you the same answer. I feel fine. I'm regaining movement in my leg.
His eyes told me that he accepted this answer. He got up and went to the other side of my bed towards my leg.
Me: So... what has happened while I have been stuck up here.
Dream: Not much. Cross has been doing your work and we went shopping yesterday. Pretty uneventful if you ask me.
Once he finished, he grabbed the old wrappings and threw them into a bin. He sat down and rubbed his face.
Dream: I want to try and get you on your feet tomorrow. I think you're healed enough to start walking again. Oh, before I forget.
He grabbed the bag and pulled out a container and a whetstone.
Me: Where the hell did you get a whetstone? That certainly is not at the store.
Dream: I received this at the camp. I used it to sharpen my arrowheads. I thought you could use this for your knife.
He opened the container and inside were s'mores. He gave me one and took one for himself. I thanked him and started taking tiny bites. Hopefully none of it gets onto my sheets.... false hope I know.
Dream: If we can get you to walk, lets walk around town to get you used to moving around again. Also, there's this place I want to check out.
Me: Taking me on a date?
He stared at me with a unamused look, while lighting blushing.
Me: Never hurts to ask.
Dream stared at the floor for a second then got up.
Dream: Well get some rest. I'll be back with dinner.
(The Next Morning)
Killer's POV
I was perfectly warm under my sheets. The clock read 5:00. The moon saying it's last goodbye before it dipped into the horizon.
The door swung open, scaring the shit out of me. The darkness covered the person, I was unable to tell who it was.
???: Get up.
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Contract Killers (Multiship)
FanfictionAn alternate world, where assassination is legal..... as long as you have a license of course. There is a small group of assassins that are like family. The boss gives the contracts to his men and they go out and hunt for their target. Recently, the...
