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Dust and Horror had soon confronted Killer, interrogating him on what happened. Which involved what Nightmare said and how he acted. They weren't happy that they were getting little-to-no-progress on getting him to open up to them either, or getting him better in general!

So they decided it'd be best to get a tad bit more assertive. Based on how their boss said, "did you finally grow a pair and try to stand against me?"

Well, the two of them, Horror and Killer were going to be there if things got.. violent.., all four of them would at least be able to stand against him. Besides, maybe they wouldn't even need to resort to violence! It was only a few questions! Then again.. this IS Nightmare. The one they care dearly about. They can't lose him. Not now, not ever.

Dust and Horror came to an agreement that at 6:00 pm sharp, they'd catch Nightmare at dinner and ask him. Tell him he could talk to them. And if he got violent..they'd be able to handle it.

Though, the original plan didn't really work out.. so they had to move onto plan B when the boss decided to get angry.

"If you care about me so damn much.."

Nightmare raised his head sluggishly to look at them all with a dull, emotionless stare. "Then just let me do what I want most.

I want to die

No matter how much you show me you care, or how much you want to comfort me. My feelings are the same.

I want to die."

Cross, frustrated with the black one's answer, slams his hands down on the table, standing up.

"We just want to help! Death isn't the only way out; you have so much to live for! Taking the last Golden Apple! Ruling the multiverse! Taking down the Star Sans' and watching them, along with everyone else, bow down before you?! Doesn't it sound worth living for? It's everything you've ever wanted! Discovering a new favorite book?! Seeing the stars?!"

Killer stood up to,

"Yeah! Finding that special someone? Getting the perfect kill! Hitting the person right smack between the eyes with your tentacles? Eating your favorite food with people you care about? Doesn't it sound like good reasons to go on?!"

The corrupted one decided to stand up as well, but instead of tears or anger..

He just laughed.

"You think I care about any of that stupid shit?

To die. All of my goals, my "friends," my life. All of it." A creepy, masochistic grin made it onto the black one's face. He gripped at his arms tightly, insanity visibly showing in his eye, "Being able to leave this pitiful multiverse would make me the happiest man in the world! Hell, with all the positivity, Dream wouldn't even need me! Besides, it won't be the end of the world! So just.. hand me the gun and I can do it! Or! Or! Even better; I can give one of you the gun to pull the trigger and, y'know..,

Shoot my brains out!

Whaddya say..?"

Nightmare held out a shaky hand for a handshake, that creepy grin of someone who's lost all hope clear on his face.

Their cold, stubborn boss wasn't even there anymore..

"..."

All of Nightmare's men were silent with shock.

"No no no no.. Nightmare. This.. this needs to stop! This is getting out of hand!" Dust muttered, sweat forming on his skull. His eyes narrowed, though his pupils stayed shrunken.

Nightmare let out a shaky laugh. "What needs to be stopped is my life."

He giggled; he being the only one who seemed to get his... 'joke..?'

"..he's gone mad..." whispered Horror.

"One way or another," he sat back down, looking down at the table with a closed eye and a smile, "I'm going to die and someday all of you are going to be to, to late~"

Nobody said anything else during dinner that night...