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Also, up ahead has Killer being a simp for almost the entire chapter :)

Killer burst into the room, a giddy smile on his face.

"Looks like it's my turn to do something fun with you, boss!"

Killer chirped, and Nightmare sighed.

"Oh? What'll we be doing?"  He asked, unamused.

"Picking flowers!"

Dust seemed.. jealous..

"Great."

Sarcasm was bold in his voice, though a portal was actually summoned.

"We'll actually be going somewhere else." He smiled, holding out his hand for Nightmare so he could pass through.

The prince just looked to his hand then to him, rolling his eyes as he shoved passed him and into the portal.

Killer seemed slightly hurt, but it had quickly become distracted when Killer saw the look on Nightmare's face, looking off into the scenery.

Nightmare was actually surprised this time.

What AU were they even in? The flowers were of different varieties and colors galore. Some pink, others varying from different colors of the same. Hell, some he didn't even know existed! The sky was lit up beautifully, it was fuzzy and a nice shade of what simply reminded the prince of pollen. Was that pollen? It couldn't be. He knew it wasn't. The rushing water from the rivers' trailing downwards and flowing up to wherever they may lead was so soothing to him. Not only that but the night-Like creatures such as the owls and crickets' noises were so much louder but it only morphed in with the atmosphere. Like something that was so familiar yet he couldn't grasp it...

Nostalgia.

A red blush spread across Killer's face.

Nightmare, along with the scenery... it looked perfect.

He looked perfect.

Nightmare looked to him and noticed him staring. "What?"

Killer flinched, turning his gaze away as he cleared his throat, "a-anyways.. pretty right? I actually found this AU a while back. It seemed either abandoned or apart of some weird storyline. Imagine how pretty the actual town is if this is what the outskirts look like."

Nightmare crouched, picking up one of the flowers. It was a light lavender, the smell being able to make it to his nose just from being held so far back.

"Yeah.."

Killer could feel his cheeks burning up more and more by the minute.

How was Nightmare being so...

Cute?

"S-so, uh, shall w-we start?"

"Fine, it's not like this is all that bad anyway."

Killer chuckled at how low in spirit he was before he sighed deeply. "Who knows, Boss. Maybe you'll find a bit of...hope to this?—" he was cut off by a scoff,

"I highly doubt it. Though, I suppose it's peaceful enough to pass the time being."

Nightmare wasn't lying about that. He found the sweet smell, the surroundings and just...everything to be relaxing. Like he could read without worries, or even let loose a bit.

When was the last time he'd done that anyway?

Just be able to live. Not worry about everything that'd happen? Right now he was able to actually feel..

Free..?

Killer sat down in the lush field, Nightmare following suit.

Killer began to pick some flowers, however, Nightmare seemed more interested in hunching over to get a whiff of the beautiful flowers.

Killer stopped plucking to look at the prince.

Nightmare had his face buried in a clump of hydrangeas, and through the flowers Killer could see a concentrated but relaxed expression; it was almost as if Nightmare was trying to burn the memory of the flower's scent into his mind.

Killer let out a soft chuckle at Nightmare's unusual behavior, and got back to picking flowers..

Though, he couldn't help but see some very purple ones.

He stared to them for a while, before looking to Nightmare from the corner of his eyes.

Nobody knew except him, but he'd borrowed the Multiverse's origin book from out of Nightmare's library. It was obvious just from the title that it was about everything really, which included Ink and Error, the  protector and destroyer, Life and Death, and of course, the two brothers that guarded all negativity and positivity,

Dream and Nightmare.

He, for all he knew, was the only one who actually knew what his boss looked like before becoming such a goopy monster. But, for Killer, when he stared long enough, he could see past that hard, protective shell and into the body of the purple prince.

"These flowers remind me of your eyes."

Nightmare turned to him, expecting to see cyan, only to see purple dandelions.

"Those are purple—"

"I know. They look like your eyes." He looked to him, a small smile formed on his face.

"It's hard to explain but," he twirled the flower between his fingers gently, "at first glance, your eyes look like such a light cyan, so bright that it stands out against your dark color. But, being able to hold your gaze, shows that they are a very pretty blue, one of your best core elements. But if you really get to look close enough, especially in such a darker atmosphere, it's quick, and you might not catch it the first few times but," he handed the soft, purple flower to Nightmare, "when you get a good look, they shimmer a very beautiful shade of purple. Even if only for a second."

Killer looked to Nightmare, his face dusted with red blush.

Nightmare didn't say anything at first before breaking the flower in half and throwing it somewhere,

"that's stupid, Killer."

Killer frowned. Nightmare was just denying the truth.

"It's stupid but true." The tar-leaker whispered to himself.

Minutes later, Killer began to make a flower crown out of golden flowers. From the book, he knew Nightmare used to make flower crowns with his brother. If he could just put this atop the prince's skull, he was sure it would do something to crack his shell a little more.

Killer soon finished the flower crown, and looked at Nightmare. His nose hole was twitching, then...

"hhHchUu-"

It sounded like a kitten hitting puberty. Killer snorted, and Nightmare looked embarrassed.

He'd even pretended nothing happened. Killer stalked closer to Nightmare, then tossed the golden flower crown on top of Nightmare's skull.

The black one flinched as he felt something soft land onto his head.

"What are you doing?"

"Flower-crown."

Nightmare looked unamused, taking the crown off of his head to look at it.

His expression couldn't help but soften.

When was the last time he made one of these? How many years ago? He'd forgotten this was even a thing. The last memory he had was..

..A memory he did not want to think about.

"It's like all of my men have become soft. Gross.." he grumbled quietly, putting the dumb thing back onto his head.

Killer smiled softly. He saw the way Nightmare looked at the crown, and on top of that he didn't destroy it, or toss it away.

He wore the crown!

"It looks good on you, boss."

"...shut up."

Killer giggled, and sat back down in the grass. Nightmare flopped onto his back, rolling onto his side to sniff some more flowers

The prince didn't like all this cheesy stuff. It was stupid and it didn't make sense.

"I enjoy moments like these."

Nightmare turned his attention to Killer with a quiet groan. Why did he keep talking?

"Just...us. I enjoy being with ya at times like these. It makes me happy." He cheeks dusted a dark, rosy color though, continuing with his words.

"It...makes me feel a bunch of things. You can't tell me you don't feel it to—"

"—I don't. I don't even like flowers."

Killer felt a pang in his chest.

He thought he was getting somewhere.

"Oh..."

Nightmare only scoffed.

Nightmare sighed deeply, turning his head to look at the other, "like what? Friendship bracelets? Ponies and sunshine? Puppies and kisses? Next thing is gonna be romance, huh?" He scowled and cringed just at the thought.

Killer stayed silent. That hurt too. Why was Nightmare being so mean...? But the romance part didn't sound bad.

"I still don't get how this is supposed to "help" me. The only thing that's ever gonna help me is death. I've told you all that already."

Nightmare growled, gripping at the grass with his hands.

Killer felt something burning up inside him.

"That is NOT. TRUE. Death isn't the only way out, Nightmare. We will not let you end your life. One way or another we'll get you better."

The tar-leaker glared at the goopy one.

"If only you had that determination during battle then maybe you wouldn't get hurt so easily." He insulted.

That really hurt. He always gave his all for Nightmare. To please him. To make him happy.. anything. And he describes it as low performance?!

"Like really Killer? Blueberry is probably the easiest opponent out of the Star idiots and you can't even beat him. I think you're wasting your energy on trying to "help" me."

Killer could feel tears begin to prick at his eyes, and his throat tightened.

Nightmare continued on,

"If you were in charge of helping me when you can't even protect yourself good enough, I should've just gotten rid of you from the get go. I don't really know why I still keep you around anyway. Why? Did you think we were friends?"

Killer did.

"Did you think that I care? If I wanted to, I could've picked anyone else. I only picked you out of the flip of a coin metaphorically speaking. Practically the same thing. You were easy to find, I never even took your skills into mind. Which is what I should've done when I picked Cross—"

He didn't even have time to finish as he heard someone get up.

It was Killer, he looked somewhat hurt, angry, beat up..

Killer was crying.

The tar mixed with tears trailed there way down his cheeks, out of his eye sockets.

He risked his all for Nightmare everyday. His life. His goals. His friends.. everything.. for him. He always would. Even after today. And the next day. And days to come.. he always would. But to know his efforts always went unrewarded. Not even with a simple, 'good job?' That everyday he was doing everything for someone who'd never notice?

The slight brushes of their hands when Killer passed the hallways?

His stares or smiles that lasted a minute to long to go unnoticed?

The will to talk at any moment he could with the prince?

Did he never get the messages either?! Did he not get the visible hit right in front of his face?!

"Fuck you."

Killer said with a choked sob, and teleported away, leaving the prince alone.

Nightmare's eyes widened as he saw Killer crying.

He couldn't help but feel a sinking anxiety throughout his body. So familiar.. like when knowing he made a mistake and being blamed.. like being the one in charge but never seeing it through to the end.. like breaking a promise.

Guilt.

Though as Killer left, he just sat there...

His eyes re-directing to the same lavender flowers Killer had complimented his eyes on.

"...maybe I'll plant some."