Singing Competition (Sansest Story)

Chapter 19

The birds were chirping, which was kinda surprising since it was thunderstorming like never before.

Nightmare's goop bristled every single time thunder clapped or boomed.

He hated the rain.

So.

Much.

Killer, on the other hand, couldn't care less about it right now, he was staring at Dream, who failed to notice the tension in the two cliques.

"Fuck this." Killer said, slamming his head on the table roughly.

"Dude, don't break your skull." Horror said, a second of ironic silence filling the cafeteria.

"Why'r3 y0u s0 up3st @nyw@ys?" Error asked, taking a bite out of his sandwich slowly.

"I don't wanna talk about it..." he mumbled, bringing his head up from the table.

"Where's Cross?" Ink asked, passing the table mid-conversation.

Killer opened his mouth to spill the tea to everyone like he had tried to do 4 times before, but of course, that couldn't happen.

"He's sick." Nightmare said, stiffening when another boom of thunder struck the air.

"What's so bad about the rain, dude?" Dust asked, noticing the stiffness in the leader of their group.

"I don't like it."

"Wow, the king of literal edginess, not liking thunderstorms? Now that is irony right there." Horror simply said, cackling to himself.

"Little Nighty af-" Nightmare's tentacle shot across the table, wrapping around Horror's throat and squeezing.

Horror dropped his fork, it landed in the murky soup with a splash.

"Ok-Okay! Jeez!" Horror exclaimed, gasping for breath.

The tentacle slowly disappeared from his neck, going back to it's original position of hating the rain.

"I swear to fucking go-"

Another boom echoed, and Nightmare exclaimed many profanities.

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Killer unhooked his umbrella, hearing the soft pitter patter of the rain hitting the plastic sheeting.

He scanned the crowd of umbrellas for a specific one, and smiled.

A golden-yellow one stuck out through the black and grey ones.

And guess who that gold one belonged to?

Ding ding.

Dream.

NIghtmare had repeatedly tried to get Killer to calm down and just forget about it, but he had seen the absolute horror on his friends face.

He had seen and heard what Cross felt like.

Sure Killer was interested in Dream, but goddamn...

Bro's before Hoes, or at least that's what Killer thought the saying was...?

He shook it off, taking a step forward to follow Dream.

"Where do you think you're going?"
Killer immediately stiffened, turning around to see a very angry NIghtmare.

He had a large umbrella, probably to hold all of his flicking tentacles, which were curled up around him.

"Aye, NIghtmare! I was going home!"

"Don't give me that bullshit, you were going to follow Dream, weren't you?"
"I-uh... No." Killer looked around, refusing to meet Nightmare's cold eye.

"I swear to god, Killer, you can't kill or hurt him."

"I was just going to talk!" Killer whined, watching monsters and humans walk by the two. He continued, "What he did can't just be excused! You saw Cross' face! I can't just let that-that-"

Nightmare sighed heavily, looking out into the rain with a stoic, calm expression.

"I know you want to be a good friend, Killer. But you have to let Cross handle his own love life. You should be going over to Cross' house to comfort him, not attack Dream on what he was doing with that whore."

Killer frowned, the sudden guilt taking over him.

Nightmare was right, like usual...

Cross was heartbroken, and alone. He didn't need to hear about how Killer attacked Dream on the way home because of him.

A small smile made its way onto Killer's face.

If anything, Cross would blame himself for all of this.

For not being a good boyfriend or some stupid shit.

He heard Nightmare hiss in pain, and he shot his head back over to the goopy monster, seeing him hold his hand, a pained expression falling over his face.

"Nightmare? Are you okay?"

He just nodded, shoving his hand in his pocket.

"I hate the rain."

Killer stuck his hand out into the wet atmosphere, cold raindrops making their way through his bones and onto the concrete below.

"It's nice, I guess...?"

"Ayye! Guys!" Onyx shouted, running toward them full speed with a smile on their face.

"Oh no-" NIghtmare said, quickly moving out of the way so that Onyx ran straight into the wall behind them.

"Ow."

Killer started to laugh at Onyx's pain, getting a sharp glare from the nonbinary wall lover.

"Oh shut up!"

Nightmare just smirked, one of his tentacles stretching out to tickle Onyx's neck.

"Goddamnit NIghtmare stop!"

"Nope."

"Are you just going to keep harassing Onyx with your tentacles are we going to actually go home? I don't feel like staying after school waiting for my mom to pick me up again." Dust pipped in, scaring the shit out of Killer.

"WHaT THe FUCk-"

The group all laughed, well, except for Nightmare, he was just staring into the rain with that cold eye of his.

"Let's get to our houses, this rain is going to get heavier and heavier and I honestly do not feel like dying today." Nightmare stated all to seriously.

"Dying? Wow, are you the wicked witch of the west of some shit?" Onyx asked, and Dust immediately fell into a puddle, yelling, "I'm MELTING! I'M MELTinG!"

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"Knock knock?" Killer called out, knocking on Cross' door with a sad face.

"Killer?" A familiar voice called out, and the front door to Cross' house swung open, revealing Geno.

Killer wasn't all that surprised to see him, either he was at Cross' house or Ink's house. He was never actually spending time at his haunted shithole he called a house.

"'Ey Geno, is Cross home?"

Geno scratched his neck. "Yeah, he came home from doing stuff all sad and mope-y. He's in his room."

Killer walked in, closing the umbrella as he did so.

"Did something happen?"
"None of your business."

"I'm his friend, I should know! Killer get back here!" Geno yelled, grabbing that annoying red scarf of his and frowning.

Killer just climbed up the stairs, immediately seeing the black and white door of Cross' room.

'Oh boy.'

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My brain during the second pararaph: I CAN MAKE YOUR HANDS CLAP!

My simp brain during the second paragraph: Yagami Yato Yagami Yato-

Around 1000 words or so-