(We shall answer two in this cause for the hell of it :)
Nightmare sighed, "How do I feel about Killer? My first superior? My subordinate?"
"Absolutely nothing."
The goopier shrugged, crossing one leg over the other. "Always has been. Nothing more. Can you.. y'know, not ask again please?" He raised a brow. "Though, I guess I should be more specific." Nightmare cleared his throat before he started, "Killer has been with me for years. More than I can count. He's been helpful on missions, has succeeded all of my expectations and is also very handy around the mansion. Though, I would never go as far as calling that guy a friend. Not even an aqquaintence. (HIW THE FUCK DO YOU SPELL IT—) nothing more, nothing less. He's a good fighter. That's all it is. I don't want to see this question any more."
Though, little did Nightmare know, Killer had come back with his coffee and had heard the entire thing.
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"Betty? That gross little shit?" Dust visibly cringed making the entire group (except Killer) laugh. Cross was the next to speak up, "she's all talk, nothing to show for. Just grab her by her hair and throw her. Hell, her against my demon? I think we all know the winner." Everyone in the group looked to their friend, Killer. "...you?" Horror smiled, waiting for his friend's answer. Killer just hopped off of the couch in response,
"Sorry guys.. as much as I'd love poking fun at others right now. I'm feeling a bit.. under the weather." He gave his best smile as he trotted his way up the stairs and gently closed the door behind him.
Once in his room, secluded and the door locked, all of the tar-leaking skeleton's emotions came out as one big waterfall. He almost let out a noise, though covering his mouth with shaky hands before he could alert anyone. He face planted onto his bed and sobbed his eyes out, the poor pillow holding in and soaking up all of his tears.
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"My favorite person is pretty damn obvious if you ask me. Do I have to repeat myself? I don't.." another cry left him, "I don't really want to."
