One-Shots (Undertale AU Sanses) (Discontinued)

Killermare: Bloodshed.

An angsty-fluff

3rd Person's POV:

Nightmare and Killer were partners in crime. The two were unstoppable. Master criminals, word got around the two could even trick others into thinking they haven't done anything wrong. However, the two only became partners in crime because of their feelings for one another. Well, that's how Killer thought of it - it was more of Nightmare finding Killer on the streets and telling him he'll give him what his heart desires of he joins him. Anyway...

Killer clutched his knife in self defense, protecting himself from the several cops in front of him.

"Put the knife down, Killer. We don't want to have to resort to violence." The cheif said, pulling out his taser gun.

Killers breaths were heavy and panicked - he had no idea what to do.

"We'll take care of you, Killer. Let go of the knife, now." The cheif said more sternly, stepping towards Killer.

Killer backed up into a wall, more cop cars pulling up as backup.

"You don't know what you're doing." Killer finally said. The statement was cold and full of evil.

"We are trained professionals for this occasion, I think we know what we're doing." The cheif said as he signaled his backup to pull out their weapons.

Killer sighed, dropping his knife in defeat.

"You will regret this." He stated, coming forward with his hands up.

The police were shocked - they expected no mercy from this wanted criminal. However, they were about to see why he'd given up so easily.

In the Blink of an eye, Nightmare - The Dark Lord - dropped down from above, his tentacles flicking stiff. Killer quickly bounced back, grabbing his knife.

Nightmare chuckled, "We pull the same tricks on you guys and you STILL don't get it!"

He swung his tentacles forward, impaling through 4 of the backup guards. The police took fire, but the two dodged. In a swift move, Killer faded into the shadows.

"Damn it!" The cheif yelled, backing away from the alley with the rest of his crew.

"Bye bye~" Killer cooed as he sliced the cheif in half.

Nightmare smiled at his partner, impaling a few men along with a couple women fighters.

"This is way to easy!" The dark lord laughed, watching as Killer quickly stabbed one of the bunny officers in the soul. Killer smiled as blood splattered from her chest.

"Agreed!" Killer chirped, slicing one of the other officers left arm off.

Most of the officers had left - about a good 15 were left. Nightmare squewered half of the ones left, chuckling.

Killer ducked as Nightmare brung his tentacles back behind him, letting Killer finish the job.

The two officers left fired at Killer, one of the bullets hitting his knee. He let out an eir piercing scream as it came in contact.

"S-Shit.." He mumbled, trying to stand.

Nightmare quickly grabbed him with his tentacles, making Killer drop his knife, and fled. Killer whinced a bit.

The officers looked at the knife on the ground, one of them picking it up carefully.

"We'll take this back for samples." They both said in union.

Nightmare banged on the hard metal door, getting furiously impatient.

"Cross, open the damn door!" He yelled, getting ready to peirce the door.

"I'm coming!" Cross yelled from inside, his voice raspy.

Killer whined once more, his eyes getting droopy. (Droopy: hanging down; drooping.)

Nightmare groaned as the door opened, revealing Cross and Dream.

"Finally.." He muttered.

Dream looked at Killer, his eyes growing.

"What happened?!" He asked, following Nightmare to the couch.

"What does it look like, dipshit?" He stated, his anger growing inside him.

"Sorry.. I'll just go get the med-" Dream stopped as he turned around to see Cross holding the medical kit.

Cross handed it to Dream as he went to go get some sports tape - a special type of bandage - and some damp rags. Dream handed the kit to Nightmare, rushing off to help Cross.

"I don't know how to do this!" Nightmare roared, turning around.

"Give us a minute!" Cross replied, coming back with sports tape and the rags.

"Sweety, where's the small plastic container I use for times like this?" Dream asked, coming back out empty handed.

"Erm.. I think it broke. Just use the bowl under the sink!" Cross answered, dabbing the blood around Killers knee with an already damp rag.

Killer flinched at how cold the rag was, gripping Nightmares hand.

"Sorry it's kinda cold.." Cross mumbled as Dream came back with a small bowl of warm water.

Killer laid his head down on the arm of the couch, loosening his grip on Nightmares hand.

After they had cleaned - removing the bullet - and bandaging Killers knee, the room went quiet.

Nightmare cleared his throat, "Do you.. Have an extra room that's available?" He asked.

"Up the stairs, right hallway, the room at the end of the hallway." Cross replied, Dream cuddled up to his chest.

Nightmare nodded, gently picking up Killer by his waist and heading upstairs.

"You feeling any better..?" Nightmare asked awkwardly once they were settled in the room.

Killer huffed in response, holding back a scream as he turned to face Nightmare. Nightmare felt a small smile creepy onto his face before carefully crawling onto the bed next to Killer.

Killer groaned, his eyelids (?) growing heavy, his body growing limp.

  "You can sleep, ya know?" Nightmare suggested.

  Killer didn't respond, already finding a comfortable position in the taller arms. Nightmare chuckled softly, enclosing Killer in his arms.

  "I love you, Killer.." Nightmare whispered.

  Killers face flushed a light red before responding, "I love you too.. Nightmare.."

 

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