Tw: Violence Mention, and Nudity Mention (Both are implied to be in the past.) And some slightly suggestive bits. (Just you know, typical lovebirb stuff + Killer and Dust shenanigans.)

—Your POV—

"DAMMMN THAT WAS BORING." 

You're immediately rushing out the kitchen to greet your guests, politely bowing as Error and Cross make their way by, before getting trapped in a half-crash half-hug, by your skeletal companion. 

"Hi Cupcake!" Horror nuzzles you affectionately, snickering and giggling like a loon. "Look what I found!" Out of his pocket comes a golden band, small enough to be a ring. Your face heats. 

"I kinda wrecked the last one so..." He sheepishly scratches the back of his skull. You remember all too well, he was practically a puddle, sweating like mad as he wildly explained the fate of your past rings. You don't mind going without, but you suppose the gesture is never less special. 

"Thank you..." You don't take it traditionally. You're also dating a walking talking magical skeleton. He kneels, slipping the ring onto your non-dominant hand. "I appreciate it." You lean forward and give him a little peck on the skull, avoiding the shattered area. He never told you how that happen. 

He sprang to his feet, a cute crimson bleeding across his cheekbones. Speaking of blood... 

"You should go clean up..." And you too. That hug leaves you covered in dark, half-dried red. You'll just change clothes though. You showered not that long ago, right?

"Are you coming with?" Horror teases, a playful grin on his face as you avert your gaze. You've only helped him clean up a couple times, and that was when he was severely injured. You think Nightmare broke both his arms for doing something stupid. A bit extreme, but you know Nightmare.

"Alright lovebirbs." Killer sashays over, hands on his hips as Dust peeks from behind him, a lax smirk on his face as he overs a small wave. "Let's not do all that." 

"Do what?" Horror growled at his comrade. Standing in front of you. You don't know if he's protective by nature or out of habit. "I was just about to go take a shower." 

"Exactly." Killer said, faking a gag. "People usually do that alone." 

"Poor Killer's just mad because he pulls zero." You quickly chime in as Horror goes to say something foul. "Go on Horror, don't mind him." 

And so he gave you a gruff nod before leaving, not like he didn't need to get out of there. Sure, there was the smallest bit of protest about leaving you along to fend off his comrades, but you reminded him you'd spent a whole day with Nightmare and lived. He hummed at this, saying he wanted to know more when he got back. 

Meanwhile, Killer, appalled, glared a searing hole in you. 

"I pull zero?" He crossed his arms, tossing his head indignantly. "I pulled Dust!" He quite literally turned and yanked Dust from behind him, showing off the latter like a trophy. (Swear I don't ship them.) 

"K-Killer!? What the fuck?" Dust hissed. Flailing out of his friend's grasp. "We never have been and never will be involved like that!!" He snapped, dusting himself off before he marched away, muttering. 

"Welp. There he goes." You say, shrugging. "Looks like you're back to zero." 

"I pull several!" Killer pleaded, trying to defend a title he didn't have. "Just you wait and see!" (Killer simps, rise up! Or don't, that's fine too.) 

"I'm the only one who pulls several." Nightmare came up front, a slimy tentacle shoving Killer onto his couch with little remorse. "So you can shut your mouth on that." 

Killer grumbles, crossing his arms before ultimately leaving, probably off to the showers to clean up too. No one came back looking particularly clean. 

"Hey Reaper!" Nightmare shouted, and the death bringing god floated up front. Ok, you stand corrected. Reaper is absolutely spotless, not a drop of blood, not a grain of dust, even his scythe is free of waste... did he clean up while you weren't looking?

"Yeah?" He asked, noticing your stare and sparing you his trademark wink. Seems like a mystery you'll never solve. "Sup' Boss." 

"Gimme a report." Nightmare demanded, lazily laid out on his couch, tentacles idly curling and flicking about. "How was everybody?" It sounds more like a statement with his tone. 

"Well, isn't Error supposed to—"

"Don't feel like listening to his glitchy voice right now." Nightmare dismissed. You could sense his impatience growing. It felt almost like a weight coming down on you. "How did it go?" 

"Well, glad you like my voice better." Reaper pokes the bear, risking a tease as your brain whispers for you to be ready to jet if need be. "But everybody was great! Killer didn't talk too much, Dust was doing just fine, Horror didn't try and eat another brick, Error didn't strangle me this time thank god-, and Cross...? Well, actually, I don't know what Cross was doing the whole time." 

Nightmare nods, taking this all in. A cyan eye is temporarily clouded by thought. You do too, secretly. Well, at least no one was too shaken by Nightmare's leave. That was good. You didn't want any potentiometer frustration to backfire on you... especially when you'd be spending your next few days with Nightmare... a bad report could really ruin you. 

"Alright." He finally answers, waving a hand. "You can scram now." 

"Ok!" Reaper says, smirking widely. You guess Nightmare didn't deny liking his voice. "I'll be off then." 

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A tad shorter than I'd like it to be... but this chapter was most a filler! I actually meant to POV swap to Dream and his reaction to the message but... guess I got distracted and I kinda didn't wanna throw away 600 words worth of writing... 

Thanks for reading! Hope you enjoyed!

- De Moogus