Damn, I wasn’t planning to write anything even slightly angsty today at all, but oh well then.
It isn’t exactly rage, but my boy Killer definitely gets angry.
Once again, all characters portrayed as humans.
Killer knocked on the door of Nightmare’s office hesitantly.
He opened the door. Nightmare gestured to sit on the chair in front of his desk. He looked... guilty about something. Killer sat down, crossing his legs in some odd uncomfortable position. It was one of those spinnny chairs. He loved those kinds of chairs. He hadn’t met anyone who didn’t before.
“So, whad’ya want me for, Night? Criss-Cross said that’cha needed to talk to me.”
“Yes,” Nightmare responded “I do need to talk to you. It’s... about Dream.”
Killer froze in his seat. His chair even dramatically stopped spinning a few seconds after. “Wh-”
“Look, I’ll just get straight to the point. I know you’re dating him. And don’t get me wrong, I’m glad that both of you are happy, I really am, but could you imagine what hell would break loose if people found out about this?”
“And? It’s nobody’s damn business! That shouldn’t stop me from bein’ in a relationship with Dream!”
Nightmare sighed sadly “I thought you would react like that. I’m really sorry, but you two can’t be together-”
“No!” Killer stood up and angrily slammed his hands onto the desk “It shouldn’t matter! We’re both happy! The fact that we’re on opposite sides shouldn’t mean anything!”
Nightmare closed his eyes and ran a hand through his hair, which flopped right back into his face. He scrunched up his face in response.
“A-and, if you’re really going to make me do this, I’ll... I’LL QUIT!” Killer shouted, tears forming in his eyes.
Nightmare’s eyes shot open in surprise. He definitely wasn’t expecting that. He didn’t want Killer to quit. He always knew how to cheer people up, and it wouldn’t be the same without him there, but it was Killer’s decision. He opened his mouth to speak, but before a single sound could come out, the door suddenly slammed open.
“Killer! Wait, don’t do anything stupid!” It was Cross. Killer turned his head and glared at him.
“Well mate, have you got any other ideas of how I could still see Dream then?” He spat, turning around fully. Cross paused. He appeared to be listening to something near him, almost as if someone was whispering into his ear. He blinked, glanced to the left side of him, nodded, and smirked.
“We could convince him to join us.”
This is just the obligatory “Nightmare has a gang which consists of the murder time trio and Cross (and technically killer!Chara, Xchara, or dust/phantom!Papyrus) and somehow they’re all really fricking gay” multiverse, nothing special.
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