A skeleton was waiting in his stand. If you look closer, you could see his left eye was glowing red while the other was nothing. Above his red eye was a cracked and open area where his skull was broken and bleeding slightly. His blue jacket was ragged and his fingers were sharp. He had his skull leaning on one hand while the other was tapping on the stand's table in rhythm.

He seemed to be waiting. Waiting for what? I don't know! I don't know what to put- ahem...On his left hanged an axe, covered in blood from his previous kills. He sighs and closes his eyes by magic but all calm and eeriness turned chaotic.

All in one second, blue strings came down from the ceiling wrapping around the skeleton's grey soul, shocking him awake. He struggles and manages to grab his axe. Before he could cut the string loose, he was pulled up and never to be brought down again...
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Another Skeleton walked down the dark oblivion. Every footsteps he took echoed into the darkness. He had black stripes down on his cheeks from his hollow eyes and in the center of his chest was a red target.

The sound of footsteps doubled, the skeleton chuckled and stopped walking. The second pair of footsteps continued until it's behind him.

Silence followed.
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A skeleton wearing a white jacket was sitting on the white ground and surrounded him was nothing but the white void. Next to him sat an invisible child. Both were just sitting there, relaxing and looks as if...

They were waiting.

"He's here, Cross" Said the child to the skeleton and disappears to thin air.

"I know, Chara." Cross, answers and moves his pupils to the side where a certain skeleton stood.

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Crunch

Crunch

Crunch

...

"He he he. Hey there..."

"Ժմꌗ7 ꌗꍏꈤ5. A ᖘ꒒ꍟꍏꌗꀎꋪꍟ ꓄ꂦ ꌗꍟꍟ ꌩꂦꀎ ꃅꍟꋪꍟ."

"A pleasure, hilarious. What do you want."

"1 ꈤ33ꀸ ꌗꂦʍꍟ...ꃅꍟ꒒ᖘ."

The initial skeleton chuckles before raising his knife.

"I don't work for you. Us, killers work for somebody else."

Silence follows. Dust Sans sighs and puts down his knife, glaring at the skeleton before him. "What do you want?" He asks with a huff. "꒒ꀤꀘꍟ ꀤ ꌗ4ꀤꀸ, ꀤ ꈤ33ꀸ ꃅꍟ꒒ᖘ." Error answers and Dust retorts with a "And like I asked, what the fuck do you want?" Error looks at him, testing Dust's patience.

"...ꀤ ꅏꍏꈤ꓄ ꌩꂦꀎ ꓄ꂦ ꀭꂦꀤꈤ ʍ3 4ꈤꀸ ꀘꀤ꒒꒒ ꓄ꃅꀤꌗ ꌩꂦꀎꈤꁅ mꍏꈤ." Error told him, showing a small picture. Dust looks at the picture then back at Error. "Any particular reason why?" He asks. "ꃅꍟ'ꌗ ꓄ꃅꍟ ꂦꈤꍟ ꅏꃅꂦ ꌗ꓄ꍏꋪ꓄ꍟꀸ ꍏ꒒꒒ ꓄ꃅꀤꌗ. ꅏꀤ꓄ꃅ ꃅꀤꎭ ꁅꂦꈤꍟ, ꀤ ꉓꍏꈤ ꋪ3ꀸꂦ ꍏ꒒꒒ ꃅꀤꌗ ꌗ꓄ꀎᖘꀤꀸ, ꁅ꒒ꀤ꓄ꉓꃅ, ꎭꀤꌗ꓄ꍏkꍟꌗ." Error growled at the thought.

Dust looks at the picture once again but this time longer. He then turns back to Error, looking at the destroyer dead in the eye sockets.

"No." Stated the duster (A/N: Get it? Cause' he kills and monsters become dust? I'll show myself out). "ꎭ-ꎭ-ꎭꀤꁅꃅ꓄ ꋪ3ᖘeꍏ꓄ ꓄ꃅꍏ꓄, ꀸ-D-ꀸꀎꌗ꓄?" Error asks with a small smile, his eye sockets were empty of lights. "I said N-," Dust gasps, blue strings had now made its way around the killer's soul. "W-Wꃅ4t's ꌩꂦꀎꋪ ꎇꀤꈤ4꒒ ꍏꈤꌗꅏ3R?" Error asks, his smile larger.

Dust narrows his eye sockets at Error. "You already know." He said. In one millisecond, the blue strings sliced the soul and everything went black.

"5ꍏꌩ 'ꃅꀤ' ꓄ꂦ ꃅꂦꋪꋪꂦꋪ, ꀘꀤ꒒꒒ꍟꋪ ꍏꈤꀸ ꉓꋪꂦꌗꌗ ꎇꂦꋪ M3."

"N1ցհ꓄ꎭꍏꋪ3, ꌩꂦꀎ'ꋪꍟ ꈤꍟꊼ꓄. ꀤ Kn0w ꌩꂦꀎ ꉓꍏꈤ ꃅꍟꍏꋪ ꎭ3."

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A/N: That's for the chapter! Until then,

STAY DETERMINED TILL THE END!!!