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Darkness.

Thats all Killer could see.

The forever crying skeleton's head pounded like getting hit with a wall over a thousand times, it hurt like hell.

The rather quiet skeleton felt his body laying on something rather. . . plush. Whatever he was laying on felt velvety, a soft material that held dignity, it felt fancy and brand new.

The tall skeleton usually sat on this type of fabric back at nightmare's mansion, but Killer knew more then what he had described. Killer knew he wasn't back at Nightmare's place, the place didn't feel emotional or negative. The place felt relaxed with slight tension lacing over the relaxation.

Killer finally felt his body move upwards from the fabric, the white-boned skeleton felt his body ache in mild pain, like he haven't moved in forever.

The male's eye-sockets were blurry at first, since he was laying down, head facing the fabric. His eye-sockets grew less blurry as the more he looked around, like he was putting on glasses.

The shapes took definition once Killer's vision progressed, and soon the once blurry shapes were things that held fancy designs and everything around the skeleton was old fashioned.

He had soon realized that he was laying on a fainting couch. The couch had what all the usual features, the raised end, fancy back board on the side, etc. The couch was a dark scarlet red, as it was holding plenty of pillows on the end board, along with others leaning at it's legs like a child would with his/her mother.

Killer looked away from the couch to be met with four other skeletons laying down in different parts of the room.

Now that the room been mentioned, the room was rather huge. The width and length of the room wasn't what made the room large, it was the height. the ceiling was high up, with a glass roof, and large beams sprout from it and the breams touched the ground, keeping the top from crashing down on them.

The see-through ceiling, known as a glass ceiling, made a clearing to show that it was nighttime, as the moonlight fought its way through and danced around the room, adding the natural light. Candles hing from the wall, as if they were in a medieval castle. There were no electric lights, countered with no light switches anywhere; though there were a box of matches facing downwards on the table next to Nightmare and Cross.

The fancy room was open, high openings to other rooms available, with a rather large and tall staircase leading to the next floor. By Killer's view, he could see a second flight of stairs in the same hallway the first stack lead to.

Killer ripped his gaze away from all the fine details the place showed off, he went to examine the four others with him.

Lust; Killer was never really fond of the guy. He was flirtatious and over-dramatic, never fit Killer's life style as he never showed off anything, but he has seen Horror and Lust hang out time to time in the lounge area.

Lust was wearing what he always wore. The sleeveless jacket, short tank top, silk black gloves, bone tight jet black pants, etc etc.

The revealing skeleton was laying by himself on a similar couch Killer was on, but the faint couch Lust was on wasn't the same. It was a much darker and more richer red then the dark scarlet Killer's couch held.

He focused on the next skeleton in his view;

Error.

Error was lazily laying down on a normal couch that lacked any extra pillows, one of his red legs was almost touching the ground, droll left his mouth.

Error, like Lust, was wearing what he wore when they met in Outertale, coat like jacket, weird baggy pants, red sweater, sandals, etc. He was alone on his own piece of furniture, like Lust and Killer, but his couch was much longer. The couch scoffed a Dark blue, almost a black, but in the moonlight showed a shine of a dark blue.

The last skeletons he needed to scan was Nightmare and Cross.

he looked around the room, as he shuffled around on his faint couch to see- 

oh.

Cross and Nightmare saw that they shared their own couch together.

'That was. . unexpected,' Killer thought as he interrogated the two.

Cross was laying on top of Nightmare, almost like Cross tackled Nightmare in a bear hug like he usually did, but the goopier one wasn't struggling. Both of their features showed relaxation like they were enjoying a moment.

The tentacle-armed skeleton held onto the other as his tentacles laced over the black and white dressed skeleton. The tentacles curled around the smaller, in all different places.

Like everyone else, nothing about them changed clothes wise. Both wore their original clothing they showed up in, Nightmare with his sans-like jacket, his his c-shaped collar sweater, his shorts, etc. The octopus skeleton's c-shaped collar showed off some of his bones, as his neck, and some of his clavicle bone(s) showing and the start of his rib cage.

With Cross, was no different, fluffy t-shirt jacket, long black sweater, his x like belts on him, the usual. He always covered himself in heavy clothing, like he didn't want to show off anything about himself, closing himself off away from society's questions.

Killer would be lying if he wasn't jealous of Cross's position with Nightmare's.

But that's when Killer realized. . .

Where the hell was his weapons?

Killer was missing his own knifes (as he always carried some spare knifes with him if he couldn't use magic), but he wasn't the only one who was missing their protection.

Killer scanned Cross as he was in a similar situation, even though the fluffy skeleton was passed out with Nightmare. Cross's knife was no where in sight. . .

Sighing, the thin skeleton stood up from his fainting couch, as he sauntered over to explore the other rooms, not wanting to rush himself incase he misses any hint on where he exactly was or something that'd help him in near future.

after stumbling through the 'living room' or so he thought was the living room, he met eyes a dark oak door.

The oak was a rich, dark brown color, like a Dark sky color of oak. It was obvious that the door was a push through, as the hinges looked like they could be moved at any degree and the door held a swishing back and forth feel to hit.

killer stepped through the door to be met with.. .

The kitchen.

The kitchen looked like it was just cleaned, the table space and counters were sparkling that you could see your reflection, as well as the absence of dirty dishes.

'Does someone live here?' Killer questioned, but was quickly disturbed as he heard a bang from the room he started in.

Killer panicked as he looked around the room in a hurry.

He spotted the kitchen knifes.

The skeleton didn't even think of which knifes he grabbed as he thrashed around the kitchen, grabbing a few different shapes and sizes of knifes and waited for whatever made that sound to come.

He heard loud footsteps heading towards the kitchen, Killer held his position. The footsteps sounded demanding, like in a higher rank the panicked skeleton.

The door opened and Killer quickly threw one of his smaller knifes he gathered at the other.

That was until something stopped it in mid air.. .

He looked the the skeleton in front of him to reveal.

Killer soon realized who he though was an intruder.

"Killer what are you doing?''

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YO!

Sorry if this chapter felt short ;-; I've been trying to update sooner then a goddamn month-

so hErE-

we finally hear back from Killer-!

WHoooop He aINT DEAD-

Who do you think entered the kitchen? Curious who you think it is.

AND IM OUT-

-MAA

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