Killer snickered along with Cross and they heard the empty threats of Error. He wasn't nearly as angry as Ink had been, which was disappointing, but it was still fun hearing Error's comminations.

Killer stopped when he noticed something. Error was pulling the door hard, and the rope seemed to be stretching out. Shoot, he thought. That's probably not good.

He watched as the door tugged on the rope harder. He was about to alarm Cross when the adjacent doorknob to Error's popped right off. Error took a harsh step out and grimaced at Killer and Cross. The expression soon turned into a wide mocking grin as Error raised his hands. Killer wasted no time and booked it out of there, Cross following after him.

Killer nearly dodged a shot of strings that would have otherwise caught his arm and continued on. Cross was ahead of him now in the long hallway that stretched onwards. Error tried again, and this time, he hit his target, coiling his strings around Killer's two arms. He yanked Killer toward himself and smiled madly. Killer braced for impact.

...

Nothing?

Nothing at all?

Why-...?

Killer looked up. Nightmare had Error's arm grabbed in his hand, smiling lazily at him. "Running in the halls? Don't you know that's against the rules?" he said, smirking at the other. Error growled. "Don't be a hypocrite, you do it, too." Nightmare shrugged. "That doesn't mean it's not against the rules."

The two glared at each other, staring the other down. Killer used this moment to escape, cutting off the strings with ease with a handy pocketknife. Error started to give chase, but Nightmare stopped him. "Where do you think you're going?"

Killer frowned as he ran towards the stairs. If he thought that this was going to make up for everything he had done, then he was wrong.

Killer had only just touched the cold kitchen floor when he felt a tug at his hoodie, pulling him towards it.

"Dude, what happened? Did you get caught by Error or something? Ya good?" Killer smiled. "Yeah, I'm fine, don't need to worry so much about me," he laughed.

Cross sighed. "Good." He went right to worrying again, though. "Then why did you take so long? I was in the living room and you weren't there behind me. What, did Error catch you or something?" Killer hesitated for a split second, his mind trying to find something to say. Should he lie? Telling the truth would force him to tell Cross about the interference, which he didn't want to talk about.

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Error sighed, apparently disappointed at the sight of his victim running away. "Mission failed. I'll get him next time," he said, smirking. He turned to Nightmare. "Did you really think that one little gesture would make up for what you did to him?" Nightmare went silent.

Error shrugged. "Welp, not like it matters, anyway. What you think won't change what he thinks. And, just a little tip, buddy..." He put a hand on his shoulder. "Killer's defiant. But you probably already knew that since you know him so well, huh?"

"One little action isn't gonna change his mind. Try slipping some chocolate to him, though," Error said, removing his hand from Nightmare's shoulder and left to his room. Nightmare watched him go, thinking about his words.

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Killer excused himself to his room after Cross and he had hung out together a little longer. He hummed a favorite song of his quietly as he headed up the stairs. He opened the door and entered.

He picked up a book and started reading.

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I feel so bad for some reason-

I was just writing the last few words after taking such a long break and for some reason, I feel really... Idk, guilty? I might know the reason, though, but that would be spoiling. But just saying, it has something to do with the reason why that last entry was so short that I'm saving for later.

I'm sorry this chapter is so short, but I wanted to focus on Nightmare and Killer for a bit. Their backstory is the most planned out and complicated out of everyone's. I seriously love those two. ^^