I.H.
Lust's expression turned from sympathetic to pained. He looked at Horror with hurt eyelights, but he didn't move closer. He felt like his soul was tearing apart.

Horror had loved someone else.. He didn't care about him. He probably never had. Horror only saw him as a disposable toy. He could feel tears brimming at his sockets. He loved Horror so much, but the other would never love him back.

"I'm sorry. I know I'm only your fucktoy." He backed away, his eyelights full of pain, but something different from physical pain. 

M.F.
Horror opened his mouth as if to say something, but then stopped himself. He knew best to say nothing at all; it would probably only make the worst of them both.

They've already known each other, even before Snowdin fell into ruins! Though it looked like only Horror remembered.. "..Enough. I don't want to hear more about it." His fists loosened as if disagreeing with Lust's statement. "Just... don't do it again."

I.H.
Lust looked up at him with dull eyelights that still managed to hold deep sadness and pain even with their hollow emptiness. He had only hugged and comforted Horror, wanting to offer him his love and support. But even that wasn't something Horror wanted. Horror didn't want him.

"Okay.." His voice was barely above a whisper. Horror didn't want him to hug him or touch him without permission. That was fine. Horror could do whatever he wanted with him because he loved Horror and he would let him. Let him torture him and abuse him. Lust turned away from Horror to hide the tears brimming in his sockets.

M.F.
Struggling between guilt and lunacy, Horror felt like passing out. Instead, he sat back down on the bed, turning away from Lust. There was so many choices to do, but his incomprehensible mind always blocked him from doing such things.. A part of him wanted to comfort Lust. While the other had dark plans for the small skeleton. It felt like this was even worse than back then.

But before anything else happened between the silence, Horror teleported out of the room and landed outside the porch, running away and distracting himself from his problems like always. He shivered as he tried to make out a solution. And he did. In some certain houses there were survivors. Horror dragged one of his friends out, their face half-burned and the lower part of the body missing. The dying monster's screams echoed almost everywhere as its intestines were also dragged on the frozen snow, leaving trails of blood. Then they were thrown in the house.

The pained monster continued to groan and gasp, calling for their once true friend's name as it lay on the floor where Horror dropped him as he went for his weapons. All that mattered to Horror now was that he won't remember the pain, thinking it was better for them to die by his hands instead of any other.

I.H.
Lust peered out of the door, his sockets going black as he saw the scene downstairs. He rushed down the stairs, throwing himself in front of Horror. "Stop! Don't hurt him even more! Look at how much he's already suffering!"

He cried out as Horror grabbed his wrist painfully, pulling him to the side. "P-Please! Have mercy on them! They're your friend!" His desperate eyelights sought for reason in the other's eyes.