#mentioned horror sans

[jupiter--dream]

[dustcrumbs]

Somethin something.. Dusts a freak

[thebad-lydrawn-sanses]

Killer: drink water you dehydrated idiot

Killer: yes you

Killer: take care of yourself

Horror: have you eaten today?

Cross: murder people who annoy you

Nightmare: there are people who care a lot about you

[mikimakiboo]

Something I think would be funny: Nightmare desperately trying to create negativity in the multiverse but everything he does end up creating positivity instead no matter how hard he tries

He destroys the statue of a great figure in the underground ? Turns out that person had a controversy and monsters were looking to take the statue down anyway but didn't have enough money yet

He creates a flood in Hotland with Waterfall's water ? The water end up in a dry field that was dying and can now bloom again thanks to the new lake created by the flood

For once he kills someone ? That person was a dangerous criminal that was heavily wanted but nobody could catch him and would have been sentenced to death anyway

He brings in three henchmen so they can be miserable due to their incompatible personalities ? They become besties and overcome their trauma together

He brings in a fourth one so he would be left out by the first three ? They took him under their wing and for the first time in years he doesn't feel so lonely anymore

Nightmare just tries so hard but it doesn't work and he is pissed

And then one day he gifts someone a pastries and they happen to have an allergy and die

And he doesn't know what to think about it

[yellowrabbitfurry]

Yayayaay I’m finally done!! Thank you guys for being so supportive, and giving me the motivation to actually finish something!!

So without further ado, my first fanfic on tumblr!

Nest —————————————————————————

Nightmare tossed around in his bed, groaning and growling. He hadn’t been feeling himself that day, so he had stayed in bed. 

But he was restless. 

Nothing was comfortable, and he could barely even think. 

He didn’t know what was wrong with him; this had never happened before. 

Not this intensely.. not this bothersome. 

Though, he had a pretty good idea of what it was.

He had pushed down his instincts for so long, and now it was coming back to bite him. 

The only person he could think of that would be able to help was Dream- the only other person he knew who had such instincts as his own.

His brother.. for just a second, Nightmare considered going to him for help. 

But no. 

He wouldn’t stoop so low as to go to him. 

He was a strong, powerful king of negativity- he was practically a god! 

He’d just deal with this on his own.

He laid restless for quite a while, before giving up completely on “toughing it out”. 

He couldn’t stay like that any longer. 

There was only one person who knew what was wrong, and that was himself, right? 

He just had to let his instincts take over.

He laid there for another moment, trying to let himself give up control. It was hard; he liked control. 

But he’d rather be a backseat driver than deal with the unbearable discomfort in his bones.

He just needed to give into to his urges- he’d suppressed them for so long, he’d forgotten what they even were. 

No sooner than he let his natural instincts back back into his mind, he felt the need to get up and make a nest. 

He’d had the urge before, and he had plenty of bedding to use as materials too. 

But he’d never actually done it. 

It always seemed childish to him, especially when he already had such a big and lavish bed. 

But he wasn’t going to question himself, not now. 

He was just going to do. 

So, he got right up and began the destruction of his bed. 

He ripped off every single blanket and pillow, throwing them to the floor in one big pile- afterwards starting off to his closet on a mission to gather more. 

He had an abundance of blankets and pillows in there as well, considering how frequently he needed to change his bedding in the summer. 

He dragged them all out and almost started construction on top of the bed, before deciding that it was just too tall, and his room was far too open. 

So back to the closet he went. It wasn’t a huge walk-in closet by any means, but it was still rather sizable. 

The perfect size for a makeshift den.. that perfect place to build his nest. 

He constructed the pillows in a large nest shape, before covering them with blankets and bulking it out. He packed them in, rolled them up, tucked them around the pillows. 

And then he threw one or two over the nest for good measure- to cover up with. 

After he was done, he practically collapsed into the nest of bedding, curling up and getting comfortable. 

In the dark of his closet, and the coziness of the nest, he was definitely much more comfortable. He thought maybe he could finally sleep…

But no. 

Something was still wrong, and the king was still without rest. 

The nest felt empty.. far too empty to sleep in. 

He needed something to fill it with. 

And so, going with the theme of the day, he didn’t stop to think about it. 

He just got up from the nest and left his room, going off to wander the halls of the mansion in search of what he needed. 

He stalked the halls for a short while, before halting his tracks as he heard the faint sound of voices. 

It came from the kitchen- but he was sure the boys were out right now. Who was here? 

Well, there was only one way to find out. 

He made his way to the kitchen, silent as a shadow as he peered into the room. It was Cross and Error, who were supposed to be on a grocery run. 

Maybe they’d gotten back early? Maybe he’d just been in his room for that long? It didn’t matter all too much, Nightmare decided. 

As he gazed in their direction, watching them chat and snack on their chocolate, something clicked in the king’s mind. 

This was what he needed, cuddle buddies. 

That’s why his nest felt so empty. 

And they were only talking, too- he was sure they wouldn’t mind a change in location. 

He crept closer, the two smaller skeletons oblivious to his approach as he made his way. 

He remained completely unnoticed, until he was right behind Cross, one hand rested on his shoulder. 

The poor knight jumped in surprise, causing Error to jump as well. 

There was a quiet, tense moment where the two just looked up at Nightmare. 

They looked anxious, and Nightmare knew they both thought they were in trouble. 

He didn’t like that, despite his usual love of others negative emotions. He didn’t want them to be nervous- he didn’t know why. 

After a while of standing there, Cross spoke up in a small voice. 

He was so quiet, Nightmare would��ve thought he went back to when the knight first got here. 

He was so shy back then..

“B- boss..? Is everything alright..? I- I thought you were sleeping-..” he stuttered, but was quickly silenced as the king grabbed him up by his armpits, and pulled him close to his body. 

He had one hand on Cross’ ass, and one on his back as he held him like one would a small child. 

The poor knight just stuttered and blushed, unable to process what was happening. 

Error also looked surprised, but before he could question Nightmare’s actions he was grabbed up by a tentacle and pulled close as well. 

He was place over the goopy king’s shoulder, held gently in place by a tentacle. 

And with nothing of importance left in the kitchen, Nightmare started back to his room. 

The two tried to talk to him a few times, but they got no response outside of a hum, or “everything’s fine”. 

On the way they also bumped into Killer, who Nightmare could recall was left home from the mission (to his disappointment) in case Nightmare needed something. 

He stared at the scene before him in confusion, before grinning at the three. 

“Well damn, boss, if you were that needy you coulda come to me~!” he teased, laughing at his own crude sense of humor. 

Nightmare just stared blankly at him for a few moments, before suddenly shooting a tentacle forward and snatching him up as well. 

Killer yelped in surprise, completely caught off guard by Nightmare. 

He got a bit huffy about it, but his questions were also left unanswered, with Cross attempting to soothe his concerns with a soft “just calm down.. boss wouldn’t hurt us..” as Killer was begrudgingly dragged behind them. 

Once they arrived at Nightmare’s room, they were quite surprised to see his bed as bare as it was. 

No pillows, no blankets- just the sheets. 

Of course, the king didn’t give them a chance to question it, and just took them straight to his little “den”. 

He placed them all into the nest, so gentle with them you’d assume they were made of glass. 

He liked the look of them three in there, a mixture of fondness and amusement at the sight of their confused little faces. 

Of course, he was rather annoyed that his little collection wasn’t complete.. but he’d just have to wait til Horror and Dust got back. 

He closed the door halfway to make it darker, before climbing into the nest as well. He curled his body around the three, pulling them to lay against him. 

Cross tried to get up once more, and attempted to question seemingly feral king.

“N- Nightmare..? What.. what are you doing..?” he stuttered, looking quite anxious, “what’s going on..?” He was nervous, and Nightmare couldn’t blame him. He didn’t want to scare any of them.. but his brain was so hazy, he couldn’t find a way to comfort them properly. 

So he just pulled Cross back against his chest, and pressed a kiss to his forehead. 

In his mind he might’ve whispered that it was okay, but he wasn’t exactly there enough to tell if he was talking or purring. 

It didn’t matter, though, because soon enough the closet-den was filled with an aura of calm, and the three started to relax. 

It was better not to question the odd things Nightmare did, anyway; they’d already learned that. 

It wasn’t like this was anything harmful either.. why not get comfortable? It was so, so comfortable..

In the end, thanks to Nightmare’s comforting aura and embrace, they all fell into a comfortable sleep.

An hour or so later, however, the king awoke. 

Alerted by the feeling of familiar magic entering the mansion, he knew that the last two boys must finally be home.

He crept out of the nest, careful not to wake the others as he slunk around the castle in search of Dust and Horror. 

It didn’t take long, given how easy it was to sense their magic after a mission.

Heightened soul rate, adrenaline, excitement.. they must’ve had a good time.

He slunk into living room, finding them laughing with each other. These two had always been pretty close.. 

Nightmare found it quite sweet to watch.

They were talking about the mission, making fun of the Star Sanses- from what Nightmare could gather, the enemy had arrived far too late to stop the mission.

It didn’t matter too much to him at the moment.

“So do you wanna give the report?” He could hear Dust ask, “or should I do it?”

The reply was a soft, “I dunno.. we could probably.. just do it together.”

“But shouldn’t you start dinner?”

Horror just shrugged, chuckling to himself, “it can.. probably wait. If they were so hungry.. everyone would be bothering me by now..!”

Dust just laughed with him, “yeah, you’re probably right.”

Nightmare almost felt bad for cutting their conversation short. Really, they always seemed to enjoy talking to each other. 

But he felt like he would explode if he didn’t bring them to his nest.. they’d just have to resume their conversation another time.

He finally made himself known, purposely approaching loud enough for them to hear.

They jumped slightly, having not been aware of him before then. 

But they were quite used to Nightmare doing such things by now.

“Oh, boss,” Dust smiled at him, “we were just about to come find you.”

Nightmare didn’t really understand why Dust was smiling. Maybe he was happy they didn’t have to actually look for the king, maybe he was happy Nightmare finally got out of bed? 

But he didn’t care, it didn’t matter. 

Dust was smiling at him, and he wished to keep it that way.

They both started on their little report, Nightmare drinking in their cheerful voices and soft laughter. 

It was the only positivity he would tolerate, from his boys..

However happy they were giving the report, though, he had to cut it short.

He would much rather this not take too long.

He walked closer as they spoke on about their mission, purring at their delicious laughter.

They didn’t seem to notice until he got a bit closer than he usually would’ve, confused by his behavior. 

“Uhh.. boss?” Dust questioned, before being cut off by Nightmare scooping him up into his arms.

He gave a startled squeak, but didn’t squirm or complain like Cross or Killer. He just.. didn’t care.

The king grabbed Horror too, holding him gently in his tentacles as he carried them both back to his nest.

Dust tried to question him at least once more, but Nightmare already had such a calming aura in the moment that they didn’t feel the need to question.

Once back at the “den”, Nightmare happily placed the last two nest, purring at how wonderful they all looked together.

The two snickered slightly at the sight of what they were seeing, and Dust immediately got comfortable in the nest, prompting Horror to follow.

“So this is why nobody bothered us when we got back, huh?”

Nightmare thought he might’ve answered, but really his only reply was a soft growl as he clambered into the nest after them.

He curled up in the middle of them all, wanting them all against his body. He held them close with his tentacles, making a small exception for Cross, whom he cradled in his arms.

The first three might’ve stirred a bit, but they were quickly lulled back to sleep by Nightmare’s loud purring. 

Dust and Horror were quick to join them.

Nightmare loved this; he couldn’t help but love this. 

He’d never had them all so close before, and it was like heaven. It was soft, it was comfortable.. it was home.

He didn’t think he was letting anyone sleep in their own beds for a little while.

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Thank you for reading!! Though I am only writing for fun, I am willing to take a bit of criticism as long as you’re nice about it! So please, if I’ve made any grammatical errors, or a sentence doesn’t make sense, feel free to tell me! Any hate will be ignored, and the commenter will be blocked.

[buubonita]

I generally have no problem if a writer wants to write Nightmare as someone who cares about others. Its okay. You should write for yourself, and its up to others if they like it or not.

But I'd rather see Nightmare struggle with his own nature in the process. Learning to be better must be a difficult path for him, and I've said before that his "wanting" would not be healthy because of what Nightmare embodies. He can't help but hurt others in his loving ways. And that's much more entertaining to read. How the others react to this attempt and how this could change their dynamic? Would this draw them all closer to each other? I'd dying to see it!

My problem with canon Nightmare is that while the concept is amazing, the execution is not of my liking, the creator said Nightmare is not a person like Dream, he is a THING that acts by nature.

And i have this in mind all the time because you can yet make him move and act conditioned by his nature and do a lot of more of the character by just being "oooh ohh he is so mean!!" Give him an identity to start with maybe? Give him motivations besides his survive? Yeah.

[didderd]

MY BELOVED—cough cough I mean uh...

Crack, sweetest boi, I would like to know what kind of food is absolutely your favorite 🫶

Crack: Heh.. Hey Lex.

Ah... favorite? Don't think I could chose. I love most things.

..... If it's meat.. 's long as 't's not bloody... or real obviously an animal... 'n' sometimes I jus' avoid it completely... Found some vegan places I really like in some AUs over time. Love a good vegan burger.

[kkpup]

pov: you're so gay you don't even know you're gay

@thatidiotutartist gave me inspo for this ofc

[wickjump]

horror and killer but they’re underweight due to horror starving for 7 years and coming out of that with an eating disorder, and killer being incapable of figuring out when his body needs to eat and just Not doing that when he needs to

and then there’s dust who eats more than he did as sans because as long as it makes him forget he wants to kill himself he will eat whatever the hell he’s given as a distraction. everything is a distraction to him. and i think that’s fun

it’s okay killer and horror gain weight eventually once horror figures out how to not throw it all up and killer is pressured into a normal eating cycle don’t worry

[abstractdogwolfthing]

Wooagh that’s carzyyyy

[dustcrumbs]

Don't question why Killers shirt is ripped. (I drew it in randomly and liked it too much to just erase it)

That kind of shading you'll rarely see in my drawings, I usually do it when I don't wanna color, but I don't want it looking bland either. 😼

[vanglaggle]

something i do not like in writing, is when people make dust and horror extremely replaceable in the bad sanses

more specifically, when nightmare has had "hundreds" of previous dusts and horrors, and killer stopped caring about them or sees them as disposable too. it feels weird to make killer have the same views as nightmare.

to me, i see it as favoritism. you don't give me reason to care about dust or horror in this context when they just die and nightmare "gets a new one" all the time. it feels like an excuse to just focus on killer.

dust and horror are not weak, and I'd say they're not even weaker than killer. i think it's weird to make him the absolute strongest as an excuse to only keep him.

plus i see a lot of "horror wouldn't join the bad sanses." who would? neither dust or killer would want to, or even decide to. you're telling me they'd trade their situation for a worse one, willingly? okay.

and horror and dust are not stupid, they would also pick up on nightmare's mannerisms just like killer would. horror isn't just paranoid, he's also scarily observant. he wouldn't go "how did you know that??" it's another version of stupid horror. dust is also scarily observant, that came free with him being sans. making them unobservant is just another reason to make killer the smarter one.

this too, i personally not think nightmare would be able to keep any of them. what's the point? they'd be killing themselves at that point. i think they would die by their own hand more often than from in battle. why wouldn't they? sure nightmare can threaten to kill horror's brother but how long would that work? and ESPECIALLY dust. there's no leverage for him because everyone is already dead. the idea that nightmare cam just get hundreds of them and they all do his bidding is bad writing.

they're not replaceable, every version of them is different and unpredictable, and i personally can't enjoy any fiction when it's written like this.

there could be a lot of "well that's the point!!" i don't care. i don't like it.

[appleinfesting]

tumblr scares me

drops art and runs 5 miles

kist is all i think about now, i want them happy and at eachothers throats right flipping neow

[mikimakiboo]

Happier Somewhere Else

It's been a while since I wrote some Nightmare angst :)

Thankfully @somegrumpynerd posted a wonderful thought that gave me a boost of inspiration :D ( surprise surprise hope you enjoy :) )

Tw: some self hatred, mention of past bullying, slight abandonment issue, basically just Nightmare badly needing therapy and having a bad time™

- What would you like to do ?

Nightmare asked as Killer turned to look at him, taken aback by the question. His boss rarely asked him about what he would like to do, surely because the determination dripping skeleton always seemed pleased with everything. He was always so enthusiastic about everything Nightmare asked him to do or anywhere he asked him to go, that Nightmare just didn't think Killer would want something else. But his henchman had looked quite... down, lately, he often found him looking through the window, lost in his thoughts, spacing out during dinner or mid conversation, and so he had been worried that he could be longing for something else that Nightmare didn't think of providing, but now that a truce had been established with his brother, it would be easier to satisfy whatever need he had.

Killer thought for a moment, glancing at the window before looking back at Nightmare. Something he wanted to do ? He didn't want to do anything special, but... he did want to go out... did that count as something to do ?

- I... I want to go in the Omega Timeline... to see Color...

Nightmare didn't respond right away, and Killer saw him frown a little, was his answer not what Nightmare expected ? Should he have asked to watch TV instead ?

Nightmare kept staring at him for a few seconds before realizing that he was waiting for an answer.

- I.. sure, you can.. you can go see him...

He hesitated. Killer smiled, giving him a hug that Nightmare didn't know how to reciprocate, before letting him go and leaving to go to his room.

- I'm gonna pack my bag, I'll be back in five minutes !

Nightmare watched him leave, a feeling that he hadn't felt in years emerged in his soul and he had to take a deep breath to try and suppress it. He looked out the window. It was autumn, his favorite season, he loved watching the trees change color and the leaves falling on the ground, the trees in Dreamtale never did that, his AU had been stucked in a perpetual spring due to the Tree of Feelings. His boys always teased him when he called it autumn instead of fall, they always said he was so fancy and sophisticated.

- Hey, uh.. you're good ?

Nightmare turned, Killer was back with his bag on his shoulder. He looked worried. Nightmare forced a smile.

- Yeah, I'm good, I'll take you to the Omega Timeline.

He wrapped a tentacle around Killer's wrist and the two of them dissappear in a puddle, when the reappeared they were in a white void, a spot in the Omega Timeline that was far enough from the city as to not be seen. Nightmare wasn't welcomed here.

Color was already there, Killer must have sent him a message. He looked at Nightmare with suspicion, as he always did, not trusting him near his friend. The black skeleton let go of Killer, watching him run to his friend to hug him full force, his soul radiating happiness and excitation while Nightmare's soul only clenched in his ribcage. When Killer turned around, Nightmare was already gone.

Nightmare reappeared back in the living room, alone, his whole chest burning from the inside. He felt Dust's presence behind him.

- Hey, uh, I saw Killer running out of his room with a bag, you dropped him somewhere ?

- He's.. in the Omega Timeline..

Nightmare answered without turning around. Dust laughed.

- Off being gay with his rainbow boyfriend again ?

Nightmare forced himself to chuckle but he already felt his lips trembling.

- Yeah.. I'll.. be in my office, I have work to do, do not disturb me..

He said before teleporting, leaving Dust in the living room, confused.

He locked the door and went to sit on his chair. What had he done ? Why did he let him go ? Why did he let Killer leave ? Why did he want to leave in the first place ? Wasn't he happy here with them ? He thought he had been happy, he was always so.. so joyful when they were all together... had he been secretly miserable ? So miserable that now that there was a truce he saw his chance to leave ? To go be happy with his friend, like Dust said, because he wasn't truly happy here ? What did Nightmare do wrong, what did he not see, for Killer to want to leave this soon ?

Nightmare felt terrible, like a giant weight was crushing him and couldn't get up, he could never get up. He had thought that Killer was happy, he truly believed it, but he asked him to leave, and Nightmare hadn't found the strength to tell him no, to keep him away from someone who made him smile more then they could ever had. He didn't find the strength to say no, to lock him here and watch him be miserable and knowing he was the cause of his misery. Not again.

He didn't want to be the cause of anybody's misery, not again, not anymore. He had felt so bad, so guilty, each time a villager accused him of causing harm to them or their family. He didn't want to harm anyone, all he wanted was play under the tree with his brother, his brother was always so happy to be with him. He harmed him too. He harmed him each time there was a storm, Dream didn't like thunder, it always made him cry when it was too loud, he was scared. But where did fear come from ? It came from him. From his apples. He knew that if Dream was scared it was because of him, because he guarded those feelings, each time someone felt fear or sadness or despair it was because of him. He knew it. So if Killer was unhappy, it must have been because of him.

His gaze fell on the picture on his desk, a picture taken by Killer, on which there was everyone. They were smiling, Nightmare was in the back, watching them fondly, his boys, his family. He grabbed the frame carefully, holding it with both hands. He loved them so much... were they happy here ? Did they want to go too ? Should he let them go ? He wanted them to be happy, even if it meant they would be far from him...

He sighed, putting the frame back on his desk, he teleported to his room and fell on his bed. Dinner was almost ready, judging by the time, but he wasn't hungry. Horror wouldn't be pleased with him skipping a meal, but he felt like he would throw up if he ate anything. His chest felt too full, ready to explode, he felt like he had something in his throat making his cheeks tingle. He rolled on the other side of his bed, holding a pillow in his arms as his tentacles curled around him in a protective manner. He was breathing faster, louder, his lips were shaking. He felt pathetic. He didn't have the right to cry. He didn't have the right to feel sad that Killer was happy. He should be happy for him ! He should be happy Killer had someone who cared about him ! He should... he should have seen something was wrong... he should have guessed... it wasn't rocket science, he could never make someone happy, that was his brother's role, not his, it had never been his. His role was to make people miserable, and he was good at this job, so good that he himself felt so miserable at that moment.

He didn't find sleep this night, he just kept rolling over and over and over, listening to the others go to bed too. Horror had knocked at his door, informing him that his plate was in the fridge if he was hungry later. He wasn't hungry. He wanted to throw up. He felt disgusted, disgusted of himself for having neglected Killer so much he didn't notice he wasn't happy.

He got out of bed in the morning, later than usual, he felt heavy. He managed to drag himself to the kitchen and sit at the table where the others, minus Killer, were already having breakfast.

- Mornin' Night, want coffee ?

Horror asked, already making some pancakes. Nightmare nodded, not feeling like talking this morning.

- You look down, bad night ?

Cross asked him, worried, Nightmare was usually the first to get up. He nodded again and gave a small smile to Horror when he gave him his mug, sipping on the hot liquid.

He listened to them as they were having their conversation. Did they want to leave too ? Did they have places to go, people to meet, where they would be happier than here ? Did they know Killer wouldn't come back ? Did he already tell them goodbye ?

- You're sure you're okay ?

Dust asked, pulling him out of his thoughts. His hands were shaking on his empty mug. He looked at the hooded skeleton, and the hooded skeleton looked back at him, squinting. Nightmare looked down.

- I'm fine, just.. just thinking about.. about stuff..

He mumbled, not at all convincing, and he knew it. He got up before any of them could ask anything else and teleported back in his office.

Would they also leave him one day ? He couldn't stop thinking about it. Were they unhappy too ? If Killer was unhappy, were they too ? Would he be strong enough to let them go ? Would he be strong enough to get up after their departure ? Would he be strong enough to keep living without them ? Would he live or just exist ? Would they even want to hang out with him from time to time ? To ask how he was doing ? Who would they ask that ? Dream maybe ? How would Dream know ? They haven't spend time with each other for so long... maybe it was time for Nightmare to catch up with his brother ? Maybe it was time he finally did something right in his life ? Something good, instead of making everyone he met feel like a piece of garbage ? Maybe Dream would stay a little... ? At least out of pity... ? He was always so nice, surely he would accept to keep him company from time to time...

His phone buzzed on his desk. Nightmare looked at it, frowning, he rarely received any messages. He grabbed it, unlocking it quickly to see who wanted to contact him. It was Killer.

" You can come pick me up now :D waiting at the usual spot kiss kiss •3• "

Nightmare stared at his screen for a while, reading the message over and over again, until his phone locked itself on its own after being left untouched for too long. He saw his reflection in the black screen. He felt ridiculous. So ridiculous. He wanted to laugh, and he laughed, he laughed at the absurdity of the situation, he laughed until it turned into crying, until he cried and choked on all those tears he was fighting since he dropped Killer in the Omega Timeline, the tears he was fighting in bed, during breakfast, he let his soul pound faster and harder, his chest burn, his throat hurt, and his eye and cheeks sting.

He thought he had lost him, he thought he was gone forever and that he would lose the others too, he had been so scared, and for what ? For nothing. For nothing at all. Killer wanted to come back home, he didn't want to leave, he wanted to come back. He had been so scared, so scared to be alone again, to be this lonely little child again, this little child with no friends, no one to talk to, to play with... a terrified little child who just wanted to love and loved... he didn't want to go back to that, he wanted to stay with his boys, he wanted them to stay with him, they were so precious to him, his whole reason to live, he didn't bear the thought of losing them...

But Killer wasn't gone, they were all still here, all at home, they were with him, and he would make it last as long as possible...

- Hey you sure he got connection in this old ass castle ?

Color asked Killer. They have been waiting for Nightmare for almost an hour when he would usually show up not one minute after Killer sent a message.

- He probably got his head in a book, he's such a bookworm I swear.

Killer chuckled, sitting on him bag, humming happily. How could he not be happy ? He spent the whole day with his best friend and was now going back home to play with his other besties !

He truly couldn't be happier.

[a-whispering-echo]

horror is having an actual soul attack in that last frame

[howlsofbloodhounds]

going anon bc idk how safe this space is: I heavily dislike bad sans poly, for a multitude of reasons

- most of it would be abusive as all hell (horror would despise them all and be as petty and cruel as he can, murder would be neglectful in the relationship and hateful, killer would struggle to build a bond to anyone because he knows if nightmare loses the need of them, they're dead, and anyone else would really be the same)

- I never... understood/dislike poly stuff all together, no offense.

I’d say it’s safe, a lot of us seem to know how to agree to disagree around here. I don’t know how’d it be if posts ever accidentally left the circle though.

But yeah I agree. Maybe not exactly for the reasons you give, mostly because I don’t feel familiar with horror and dust quite yet to say, but because I hate nightmare and the thought of him being able to bag any hoes—let alone three baddies—is sickening. He don’t deserve them ong.

And also I hate the way killer is depicted in almost all interpretations, most people only tend to focus on pairs than the whole, and honestly it’s kinda overrrated and convoluted to me.

And also I hate shipping Nightmare with the person he’s at least canonically abused and used and dehumanized and terrorized the hell out of. Killer will always have to carry a reputation out into the Multiverse exactly because of Nightmare. He will always be isolated. Viewed as a threat, a snake in the grass just waiting to strike.

People would never trust him. They’d look at him with disgust and anger and fear. Some would even try to kill and hurt or control him or “fix” him. They’d want to lock him up or even kill him because of what he had to do under Nightmare.

No one was going to save him. He’s lucky three people even tried and offered to help. He could’ve died under Nightmare and people would’ve cheered. All because of how Nightmare used him for his own ends.

Edit: I did not read the last part. Deep sigh..