#HorrorKiller Sans

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Was Bored So i made this

Created: 15 ‎October ‎2024

[pupp0ccino]

Butcherknife doodle on magma that literally no one asked for because barely anyone ships them

Also random hc, whenever killer is in stage one aka his most sane stage where he's a relatively normal sans, I feel like the determination is permanently stained on his cheeks and under his eyes so it always looks like he has smudged mascara from crying on his cheeks

Killer belongs to rahafwabas

Horror belongs to Sourapplestudios

Both of these variants belong to me !

[stellocchia]

As HorrorKiller was the winner of This Poll, here's the promised fic:

Horror wakes up from a nap only to find out that Killer had a bad time. Some much-needed comfort ensues.

Summary:

Horror always knew that something had gone wrong when there was a moment of complete silence at the castle.

It wasn’t natural.

Dust was always meant to be heard mumbling as he paced back and forth in the long and dark corridors, picking fights with whoever he came across. Killer tended to be pretty silent, but, usually, he could still be found hidden in the darkest shadows, observing the others move about, and, if he was feeling generous, dishing out some life advice in the form of violence. Lastly, the clanking of Cross’ sword against the endless stream of mannequins they had in the gym was a constant that was hard to miss. The ex-guardsman was not the quiet type.

Their world only ever stilled when Nightmare’s presence encroached on what little peace they’d managed to carve out for themselves. The King didn’t leave his study on most days. Truthfully, Horror had only seen him a handful of times outside of missions in the ten years he’d lived there. And each and every time someone had gotten hurt. Usually Killer. And then that horrible quiet stillness would settle over them.

Fic under the cut for anyone that wants to read it on Tumblr.

Horror always knew that something had gone wrong when there was a moment of complete silence at the castle.

It wasn’t natural.

Dust was always meant to be heard mumbling as he paced back and forth in the long and dark corridors, picking fights with whoever he came across. Killer tended to be pretty silent, but, usually, he could still be found hidden in the darkest shadows, observing the others move about, and, if he was feeling generous, dishing out some life advice in the form of violence. Lastly, the clanking of Cross’ sword against the endless stream of mannequins they had in the gym was a constant that was hard to miss. The ex-guardsman was not the quiet type.

Their world only ever stilled when Nightmare’s presence encroached on what little peace they’d managed to carve out for themselves. The King didn’t leave his study on most days. Truthfully, Horror had only seen him a handful of times outside of missions in the ten years he’d lived there. And each and every time someone had gotten hurt. Usually Killer. And then that horrible quiet stillness would settle over them.

So, when Horror woke up from a nap (the castle was trapped in a dark void, so all of their sleep schedules were utterly fucked) to find Dust and Cross huddled in a corner of his room, neither speaking, he got the horrible feeling that something must have happened. He didn’t dare to ask anything aloud to his two guests, he’d confirm his suspicions on his own.

He only paused to summon his axe. Killer was the missing one, and it wasn’t unusual for Stage Three to come out when he was hurt. Horror didn’t like fighting that guy, mostly because he knew he’d lose, but he didn’t exactly fancy getting thorn apart either. He needed something to defend himself. Or try to, at least.

The first few times Nightmare descended from his study like a vengeful angel, they’d been unable to locate Killer for a few days to follow. Horror was the one who figured out that he must have been hiding somewhere private, nursing his wounds. The poor fella didn’t have anyone taking care of him for the longest time, and with the way Nightmare treated him like a dirty mutt, it wasn’t really surprising that he’d act like one.

He always climbed up into the rafters somewhere, with nothing but a small lavender-scented bug plushie that his colorful friend had gifted him during one of their clandestine encounters. That’s where Horror found him this time around too, hidden and curled around that soft little thing as if it could protect him from the cruelty of their situation. Man… Horror truly wished that it could.

Perhaps one day, if they ever got out of that castle for good. Maybe then the comfort that plush bug could provide would be all the protection Killer would end up needing. But that was a faraway future, and it wouldn’t help his teammate at the moment.

Horror summoned a few bones and arranged them into the shape of a ladder. He used that to climb up since teleportation had been a no-go for him after Undyne… yeah.

He sat down on one of the wooden beams holding up the ceiling, right next to Killer, shoulder leaning against his.

Killer’s soul looked relatively normal that day, so it was probably safe to get so close to him. After all, the upside-down heart usually meant no fighting. Just a lot of emotional vulnerability, which was possibly worse as Horror was not equipped for that. At all. And that was the case despite him being the most competent of them on that front.

He couldn’t help but think that his brother would have been better suited for the job. Man… he really missed Paps.

Killer didn’t move. He didn’t acknowledge Horror at all.

For a moment, Horror worried that perhaps his jaw had been broken yet again. Nightmare loved aiming his attacks at it. Especially if Killer got a bit too mouthy with him. But, thankfully, there were no visible injuries on the other, and one glance at his HOPE revealed that it was still full. It didn’t even look glitchy, a further confirmation of the fact that he was still in one of the lower stages, as all his stats got uncertain with Stage Three and Four.

“So… what did Nightmare do?” Horror asked without beating around the bush. Paps would have reproached him for his lack of tact and would have insisted on showing him his magnificent technique. And Horror could have used that at the moment, but unfortunately, his brother wasn’t there. He was alone and he had to make do with whatever scraps of conversation he could scrounge together.

Killer sighed. He sounded tired and resigned. “You suck at this” he said bluntly.

A fair assessment, but still. Ouch.

“… I’m better with actions… than words…” Horror admitted sheepishly. His left hand went up to tug at the brittle bones of his skull, right where her Majesty had left a sizable hole. He’d never been a monster of many words even before the attempt on his life, but the injury made speaking far harder.

In a way, he supposed he could relate to Killer. The other’s soul condition wasn’t an injury, but it left him dealing with a lot of the same issues Horror had. The constant pain, the triggers that risked turning them into something far more akin to a beast than a monster, the inevitable identity crises as they observed themselves slip further and further from who they used to be, and the fragility that had come with their newfound power. They were truly alike in many ways.

Perhaps that was why they’d grown closer to each other than with Cross or Dust.

Or maybe it was just out of a desperate need for closeness that the other two just didn’t feel. Cross had XChara that he could rely on. And Dust was far more independent and headstrong compared to the rest of them.

Killer had tried to act just as cold and detached as Dust, but loneliness stuck to him like sweat in Hotland. It was a mantle he could never truly shed. It followed him through every Stage, often taking on a different form just to haunt him better.

And Horror… well, Horror used to live in a very tight-knit community. He used to have his brother always by his side, and he used to be safe and loved in Snowdin, for as dire as their situation was. And then Nightmare came and he took all of that from him. He was left floundering and lost, suddenly deprived of his support network. Of course, he craved companionship above all else now! It was the most logical outcome for him.

Killer pressed himself further into Horror’s side.

“Then use your actions, big guy” he muttered. There was less bite to his words than usual. He just sounded exhausted. “Can you make it so I don’t feel anything again?”.

Ah, now Horror had a better idea of what might have happened.

Killer wasn’t hurt physically and he was wrung out emotionally. Nightmare must have messed with his soul again. Seriously, their Boss needed to learn to keep his hands to himself. Horror understood that he was old as fuck and that back in the day there were fewer talks about consent or whatever, but that wasn’t an excuse to never learn any better.

Horror put his hand out, palm up, and Killer pushed his soul onto it with no hesitation.

It was warm and soft. Such a fragile little thing despite Killer being basically immortal. It was full of contradictions. Weak and yet full of power. Delicate and yet tough. Human and monster all wrapped up in one.

Slowly, he brought it into his ribcage and positioned it right next to his own soul. Doing so would have melted most monsters, Killer included, but Horror was already dead. He couldn’t die twice. The sensation of the excess determination clawing at his throat was still an unpleasant one, but it wouldn’t be fatal for him.

The two souls danced around each other for a moment in a sort of greeting, before settling down, pressed against one another, effortlessly achieving that closeness their bodies could only dream of. And they’d tried before, many times. They’d crawled into each other’s bones. They tried soft caresses with just as much passion as they used to make one another bleed. Nothing got them where they needed. Even sex never felt intimate enough.

Killer once joked that nothing short of cannibalism would do the trick for them, but that was a touchy subject for Horror. Especially with his unearned reputation. So they just left it as a joke and nothing more. That’s where it would stay.

At least their souls could feel the relief of true closeness.

It was enough to get Killer to finally relax. He crawled on Horror’s lap, straddling him, and resting his forehead against his shoulder. “You are better with actions” he mumbled.

Horror snorted. “… told ya… Kitten…”.

Killer’s response was a low rattle of his bones. Horror had learned in the ten years of knowing him, that, unlike with other skeletons, that wasn’t a show of fear or aggression. It was his version of purring. He didn’t know what the story behind it was or what got messed up along the way for him to turn out like that, and he honestly didn’t care. It was not his business.

He just answered the rattle with some purring, hand moving away from the hole in his head to scratch at Killer’s bones soothingly.

Perhaps that wasn’t the level of closeness they craved but, for the time being, they were content with it nonetheless.

[glitchmel]

silly sketches I did today

Horror belongs to sour-apple-studios

Dust belongs to ask-dusttale

Farm belongs to GuinongTale_AU

Killer belongs to rahafwabas

Cross belongs to jakei95

Dream & Nightmare belong to jokublog

Error belongs to loverofpiggies

Swap belongs to P0pc0rnPr1nce

[largefound-incorrectquotes]

Cross: Killer, you'll be working with Dust and Horror.

Killer: Alright! My fantasy threesome!

Everyone else: *blank stares*

Killer: ...Of people on a team.

[triglycercule]

if killer ever went into stage 3 around horror i absolutely want horror to fuck around with him in it. killer would totally obliterate him yes. BUT horror's also smart enough to know not to fuck around (too much) and find out. i think it would be like animal control and a wild feral dog. horror would set up traps for killer to get stuck in and then he crawls out of them. he laughs when killer falls for them so easily because a normal killer wouldn't fall for them so savagely (s2 killer MIGHT purposely trigger horror's traps just to see what would happen but s3..... bro has no thoughts). it's a good time for him to test out what new traps he can try too because killer is stupidly determined enough to keep surviving even the most saw level traps horror comes up with. he could find a way to slice off killer's leg with a cool new funky trap that's basically a torture device and killer will just start chasing him on all threes

killer just has like rabies foam at his mouth and horror is actively laughing at him during all of it. there are several moments where killer almost kills him or fatally wounds him but horror's smart enough to use his limited magic to teleport away in time before killer ends up gouging out his stolen eye. he just finds it so funny because normally killer is a lot smarter than this. killer always has that empty look on his face and is precise and always speaks with that stuck up tone and like he always knows what he's doing and what's going on and now the only thing that killer can say is a bunch of rusyxushabdhshhgggherrrrrggrrrrrr like a dumb dumb little dog. and horror absolutely finds it hilarious as he watches killer climb out of the 30th spike trap he's set. dude is absolutely covered in blood but bro is just dead set on killing horror in s3. horror just finds his fall from grace so PATHETICALLY HILARIOUS!!! and then he falls for another trap where he gets stuck in a net and horror laughs at him all over again and it's just a never ending loop until killer calms down enough to go back to stage 2.

it's a surprisingly good way of dealing with killer's 3rd stage is what dust would say if he didn't watch horror almost get torn apart by killer several times before that and now he has to deal with killer's bleeding from like 40 different wounds

[sans-enjoyer]

arent they cute? (*´∇｀*)

[buubonita]

I crave horrorkiller content. I am sucker for horrordust, dont get me wrong, they are my favorite pair! but there is not enough horrorkiller/ Butcher Knife content.

If anyone have writen or drawn them, pass them to me 🙏 i will eat anything you have.

[what-have-i-unleashed]

love the idea that horror knows how to handle knives just as well (if not better) than killer, but he doesn't advertise that fact because he's not a showboat.

also killer has multiple scabbards holding multiple physical knives on his body. and horror can just casually swipe any of them to use at his leisure.

[pupp0ccino]

I love horror so much I actually froth out the mouth at the sight of him

Anyways, here's some Butcherknife / horrorkiller I drew on whiteboard

[dinoisdizzy]

You guys don't understand how much I need more HorrorKiller in my life like holy fuck why is there SO LITTLE OF IT

[howlsofbloodhounds]

when it comes to toxic relationships like kist or poly murderous i need to see horror or dust going to do their usual things with/to killer—like burning a cigarette off on his bones—not realizing how killer had been antsy and twitchy and dissociated all day (probably after a recent session with nightmare or after recently being triggered into st4) and then I just need..Stage 3 to immediately lunge for their throat and start clawing and biting them

[stellocchia]

for the ask game how about Horrorkiller ^_^

[Ask Game]

I have in fact written a fic for them!

To me they just have so much potential... both the platonic dynamic and the romantic dynamic. They're not my favorite ship for either of them, but they're definitely up there. They're also one of the very few Killer ships that have the potential to be healthy...

[dontbeupsettihavesumspaghetti]

Even more ship art ^^

Each character by their og owners :3

[largefound-incorrectquotes]

Horror: When you said 'Magic in Bed', I wasn't expecting this...

Killer: *pulls out card from deck* Now, was this your card?

Horror: Holy moly-

[triglycercule]

i need the murder time trio to drink eachother's blood after causing an injury. that's so romantic in both my eyes and theirs. i need them to bite eachother and claw at eachother and injure eachother and hurt. and then when they try to patch eachother up make the injury hurt more before finally wrapping it up with a bandaid and a kiss or a lingering glance or DARE I SAY a hug (because imo a hug is much more vulnerable than a kiss). peak of romantism i dare say

i need them to use violence against eachother as a way to keep them grounded or to just let out anger towards eachother i need dust to gouge out horror's eye and then give horror his own to replace it. i need horror to squeeze killer's soul until he can feel the pain but in exchange killer gets to use a knife inside his head i want killer and dust to fight everyday and soon their bones will be littered with scars of the other's attacks I NEED THEM TO HURT EACHOTHER!!!!!!

they share pain and release anger and frustration and all that stuff onto eachother but dw dw this is how they love. but they do genuinely dislike eachother (because no matter how much they love one another they STILL can never manage to get over their differences and that's what makes them PEAK) but they also care for the other two and in their fucked up minds this is a good relationship. not because its not toxic because it definitely fucking is but because everyone is satisfied

i love murder time trio poly