One-Shots (Undertale AU Sanses) (Discontinued)

Diller: What Is Love?

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  3rd Characters POV:

  Killer shook his hips in Nightmares hands, groaning at the fact of doing this again. Dust held a dark glare at Nightmare from the other room. He hated when his Boss did this.

  "You're so good at this, Kills~" Nightmare purred seductively in the others nonexistent ear.

  Killer stopped, glaring at Nightmare. Nightmare looked at him with a stern expression.

  "You stop one more time and I'll break this pretty little waist of yours." Nightmare demanded.

  Killer didn't look amused. He didn't look distraught. Nonetheless did he looked shock by this 'sudden' threat.

  Nightmare forcefully dug his hands into Killers waist, causing Killer to yelp out in pain.

"Alright, Alright.." Killer muttered, letting Nightmare do what he pleased.

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  "You alright, Kills?" Dust asked.

  Killer nodded, whimpering as Dust carefully wrapped his ribcage in a thick bandage.

  "You sure? He.." Dust looked in Killers eyes, "Erm.. Nevermind." He whispered as he looked across the room.

  "Thank.. Thank you." Killer said hesitantly.

  "Boss said he loved him a long time ago.." Dust thought out loud, "But it doesn't seem like it anymore."

  Killer blinked, looking at Dust with his head tilted – like a puppy. Dust felt his gaze and looked at him.

  "What is.. Love?" Killer asked.

  Dust blinked in confusion, "So.. You don't know any type of.. Compassion? You've never felt unlike yourself around someone.. Specific?" He proceeded to ask.

  Killer only shook his head as his answer. Dust sighed.

  "I couldn't imagine the things you go through." Dust stated, looking Killer directly in the eye. He found himself blushing however, he didn't care.

  Killer shrugged, "Its not as bad as you thi-", Killer then remembered how long Cross had harrased him.

  "What I mean by that is: Your life seems very difficult. When Boss found you and brought you here, he treated you with such high expectation. Then the incident with Cross. Then the same treatment you had with Hate.." Dust stopped himself from going to far and looked away from Killer.

  Killer sighed, "I've.. Been through worse." He lied.

  "How so?" Dust asked.

  ".. Nevermind." Killer replied, crossing his arms over his injured chest.

  Dust let out a deep breath, now standing. Killer looked distracted. Dispite him being in pain, he looked as if he longed something.

  "Erm.. Dust?" He asked.

  Dust kneeled in front of him, "Yeah, Killer?" He replied.

  " So.. I-Is Love when you.. Feel something different inside your chest? When.. You can't process what you're saying around a certain person? When it's harder to breath and talk to one person so special.. It feels like you're suffocating inside? Is Love a feeling that will make you go.. Crazy. And think about a person in.. Very.. Different ways?" Killer asked, looking away from Dust.

  Dust was taken aback by what Killer had just asked. He felt his soul tighten as he answered.

" Yes. Why yes it is." Dust answered.

  Dusts face light up when Killer looked at him.

"Well.. I.. I think I.. I love you? " Killer basically asked.

  Dust blushed even more, snickering.

  Killer glared at him, "What's so funny?!"

  Dust started to laugh hard. Killers face flushed with embarrassment, his round target soul turning into a heart shape.

  "Stop laughing!" Killer yelled, elbowing Dust.

  Dust started to loose his breath as tears rolled down his face. Killer became more flustered.

  "STOP!!" Killers scream was very high pitched, as he was on the verge of laughing as well.

  Dust was on the floor, trying to stop himself. Killer quickly got up, rushing to help Dust.

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  "A-Are you okay?!" Killer asked, clearly worried.

  Dust took deep breaths.

  "Yeah. Oh wow, that hurt." Dust spoke.

  Killer snickered, "Serves you right!"

  "Oh yeah?" Dust asked, grabbing Killers wrist.

  Killer chuckled, "Mhm!"

  Dust quickly pulled Killer into him, their lips connecting together. Killer was shocked, his eyes wide. Dust aggressively held Killers wrists, pushing Killer to the floor. Killer slowly closed his eyes, letting Dust do what he wanted. Dust then pulled away.

  "H.. Why'd you.. Stop?" Killer asked, panting.

  Dust smirked, pushing Killers chest to the floor. Dust then kissed Killer once again, this time passionately.

  "I.. I l.." Killer tried to speak, but his voice was muffled by the kiss.

  Dust pulled away, "I.. I love you, Kills.."

  "I.. Love you.. Too.." Killer said, out of breath.

  Dust then picked Killer up, heading to his room. Dust smiled, patting Killers ass. Killer hit his back with his fist, kicking his legs.

  "Oh don't be that way, sweety!" Dust said as he entered the room, throwing Killer on the bed and shutting the door.

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