//Let It Out//

Nightmare finds his subordinates are not good at keeping things to themselves. Otherwise known as; Killer definitely snitched in the end, and Horror probably followed suit.

//HI I'm so sorry this took so long but also SURPRISE UPDATE HAHAAAA//

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Nightmare had dropped the little ball of fluff off in Horror's room in the end, saying it had been bothering him as he tried to work. He had a feeling his subordinate saw right through that one, but he hadn't commented on it, so Nightmare was 84% sure it'd be something he kept to himself. You could never know with Horror, really.

Moving away from that topic, Nightmare continues navigating through the darkness of his "gooportals," as Killer had helpfully supplied, eventually ending up back in his office at sensing another presence in the room.

Killer was there, holding a beat-up cardboard box, trying to quell the pure yowling the creature inside gave mercilessly. Killer looked up again, now looking at Nightmare himself, and grinned. Nightmare responded with a grimace.

"hey, so, y'know how you totally love cats and want to treat them with all the love in the world??"

Oh no.

Nightmare's grimace tipped further downwards, goop rippling in displeasure.

"Absolutely not. Put it back, Killer."

Killer's mischievous grin switched to a dramatic pout. Oh, now he's doing the equivalent of "puppy dog eyes."

"pleaaase, Boss?? lookit how sad she is!"

Nightmare rolls his eyelight, but reluctantly looks down into the annoying box as Killer sits it on his desk.

Oh, that's.. really cute. And really sad. The poor thing was covered in some sort of grime, and the whole box smelled like urine and rain. The cat itself seemed older than the rest they'd collected so far, but no less pitiful. She seemed to have an issue opening her mouth, contributing to how thin she was despite all the matted fluff.

It made Nightmare soften, Killer's expression hiking back up into a knowing grin at the sight.

"see? she was all alone, meowing so loud her voice kept gettin' all crispy, I couldn't just leave here there! I'm stupid, not insane!"

"Debatable. Now go wash her up, before I change my mind."

Nightmare straightened back up and shooed his subordinate (and the ball of equal parts fluff and filth) away with a tentacle, watching him go with the most unimpressed expression he could muster. Killer still seemed giddy about the answer, because of course he was.

There's a much higher chance of Killer not keeping all of that to himself.

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//hello again!! sorry this is so short for how long it took, I. could not write for the life of me smh//