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carelesscreativity · 9 months

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MASTERPOST

ECLIPSETALE (AU by @/skumhuu) https://carelesscreativity.tumblr.com/post/666821623111974912/eclipsetale-masterpost

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KillerDust Wholesomeness https://carelesscreativity.tumblr.com/post/634332805063737344/killerdust-wholesomeness-for-fatebean-commission

Crerror Cuddling https://carelesscreativity.tumblr.com/post/634361984544112640/crerror-cuddling-for-drakinjade-commission-for

DeathGlitch Comfort https://carelesscreativity.tumblr.com/post/634467573473460224/deathglitch-comfort-for-themainalpha-commission

CherryBerry Stars https://carelesscreativity.tumblr.com/post/634472283761754112/cherryberry-stars-for-tinystarfruit-commission

Blightmare Hiding https://carelesscreativity.tumblr.com/post/635108726196600832/blightmare-hiding-commission-for-ko-fi

ErrorBerry First Date https://carelesscreativity.tumblr.com/post/635209551476588544/errorberry-first-date-for-blu3b3rryp13-commission

Bad Guy Poly (Focus on Dust) https://carelesscreativity.tumblr.com/post/635478167970299904/bad-guy-poly-focus-on-dust-for-zellalmasy

NightHorror Panic Attack https://carelesscreativity.tumblr.com/post/635742981455003648/nighthorror-panic-attack-for-lunatone-commission

HorrorDust Freakout https://carelesscreativity.tumblr.com/post/636372152949637121/horrordust-freakout-for-tyraxes-commission-for

TransMasc!Kross Body Worship https://carelesscreativity.tumblr.com/post/636441390844444672/transmasckross-body-worship-for-chromaholster

Bad Guy Poly (Focus on Uncorrupted!Nightmare) https://carelesscreativity.tumblr.com/post/637796869884559360/bad-guy-poly-focus-on-uncorruptednightmare-for

CrossDust Bad Night https://carelesscreativity.tumblr.com/post/638889848013553664/crossdust-bad-night-for-crazythings-commission

Creammare Sickness https://carelesscreativity.tumblr.com/post/640226098589974528/creammare-sickness-for-sarahafterdark-commission

HorrorDust Fluffy Wholesomeness https://carelesscreativity.tumblr.com/post/643635370389602304/horrordust-fluffy-wholesomeness-for

Creammare Care ft. Dream w/ Wings https://carelesscreativity.tumblr.com/post/644518113172389888/creammare-grooming-ft-dream-w-wings-for

HorrorDust LV Soothing https://carelesscreativity.tumblr.com/post/644526259039354880/horrordust-lv-soothing-for-crazythings-commission

Kreme Love & Trust https://carelesscreativity.tumblr.com/post/644533204755382272/kreme-love-trust-for-thelemonheartlocket

HorrorDust Softness + Comfort https://carelesscreativity.tumblr.com/post/644567603748241408/horrordust-softness-comfort-for-zeph

DeathGlitch Doubting https://carelesscreativity.tumblr.com/post/644901883503312896/deathglitch-doubting-commission-for

Errink Regretful Soul-Fusing https://carelesscreativity.tumblr.com/post/645164368997253121/errink-regretful-soul-fusing-for-calavirs

MidnightCrow Biting https://carelesscreativity.tumblr.com/post/645620641794605056/midnightcrow-biting-for-lee-commission-for-ko-fi

NightKiller Broken Bones https://carelesscreativity.tumblr.com/post/646252787662045185/nightkiller-broken-bones-w-uncorruptednightmare

Ink’s Breaking Point https://carelesscreativity.tumblr.com/post/648858614497509376/inks-breaking-point-gift-for-jdemicreates-on

AfterDeath Coffee Date https://carelesscreativity.tumblr.com/post/651263292251242496/afterdeath-coffee-date-for-latenightbarista

DustDream Comfort https://carelesscreativity.tumblr.com/post/649875219308232704/dustdream-warmth-comfort-because-i-had-a-need

Kross Fatal Sparring https://carelesscreativity.tumblr.com/post/649402486983163904/kross-fatal-sparring-gift-for-shironuk

Error’s Strings = Cat Whiskers https://carelesscreativity.tumblr.com/post/632003760186671104/errink-torture-scene-in-which-errors-strings-are

Crink Fluff https://carelesscreativity.tumblr.com/post/630664534400565248/crink-requested-by-anon

BlueKiller Bone Peeling https://carelesscreativity.tumblr.com/post/692764737449181184/bluekiller-bone-peeling-for-mocha-commission-for

Killer’s Cats https://at.tumblr.com/carelesscreativity/killers-cats-for-yastaghr/3yh0sdg4216r

HorrorCross Cannibal’s Game https://at.tumblr.com/carelesscreativity/horrorcross-cannibals-game-for-zoe/g78r3kc18qaw

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carelesscreativity · 9 months

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(reposting some of my old stuff from twitter into here) Dust art gift for my best buddy pal friend

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carelesscreativity · 1 year

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HorrorCross Cannibal's Game for Zoe

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TW. Gore (In Terms of Bones), Angst

The rattling of the chains were absolutely piercing to Cross' pounding head, but in a twist of fate, they'd woken him up from his unconscious state. Whether that was a good thing was yet to be determined, him flinching as he felt himself being dragged along the ground by his wrists. He could hear talking, but the throbbing in his head wouldn't allow him to make out what it was. At the very least, he was starting to recognize his surroundings, but this was, in no way, a good thing. The halls of Nightmare's castle were familiar in all the worst ways, but he couldn't bring himself to move. Trying to gain control of his limbs was proving to be a much more difficult task than he'd expected and he was sure it was linked to the throbbing in his head. Cross grunted as he was unceremoniously dropped and a red, target-shaped glow soon entered his vision, Killer giving a wicked grin as his knife was felt under Cross' chin, forcing him to lift it. "Hey soldier! Glad you’re awake! Going to serve a different king really didn't work out for you, huh? You were gone for less than two days before we dragged you back here. Boss is pretty fucking angry." His empty sockets seemed to pierce into Cross. "We're all... pretty fucking angry." That smile didn't diminish.

Cross slowly became aware of the creaking of doors and immediately, a chill went down his spine. Killer seemed to notice if the way his grin widened was any indication. "Yeah, you know that noise, don't you? You've heard it a couple times. Boss decided on this punishment for you." Cross barely managed to turn his head. Dust glanced back at him with cold, yet burning eyes as he stepped away from the now-open doors to the castle courtyard. It was a large space only accompanied by one thing. A maze. The hedges making it up were cleanly tended and dark. It was fitting for someone like Nightmare to have such a thing sitting right in the courtyard of his castle, but it was the activities that took place between the walls that made Cross gulp. That was a hunting ground. Specifically Horror's hunting ground, where he could torture and eat their prisoners. Were they really about to throw him in there?? Surely Horror wouldn't attack him. He'd spent many late nights with the other in the kitchen and Horror had shockingly proven to be one of the more... moral Sanses of the team. "He hasn't eaten in days." Killer's words jarred him and any previous thoughts across had been having went right out the window. So Horror was starving. If Horror was truly starving, Cross wouldn't stand a chance.

He jumped as Killer stood up and grabbed him by the chain keeping his wrists together. He dragged him along the ground, despite Cross' protests. He was unceremoniously dumped onto the cobblestone pathway just within the entrance of the maze and he tried to wheeze out Killer's name as the other dissipated the chain with his magic. The cuffs remained on, proving to be restricting his magic or anything else of the sort. "Don't try. Don't even say my name." Killer's playful voice turned serious and dark, making Cross flinch. "If you'd even thought twice about abandoning us, this would be different. But it fucking isn't." His voice wavered on the last word as he stood up. He backed up and Cross could only watch as Dust's hands lit up with magic. "You have a minute to run, Cross!! Start fucking running!" Killer called as a new hedge started to grow out of the ground, cutting off the entrance. It was eerily silent now. Cross could only hear his own breathing and the sound of crickets. He shakily pushed himself to his feet, starting to stumble through the maze. Left, right, right, straight. How could he have been so careless? Getting captured so easily?? Left, left, straight, right. He managed a glance up at the cloudy sky, wondering if it would've been any better if the sun had been out. His jaws were parted as he took in ragged breaths. Straight, right, right, straight.

He finally came to a stop, having to lean against the prickly wall of the hedge to get his breath back. He was sure it had been longer than a minute. How was he supposed to know when Horror was near? None of their prisoners ever made it out. None of them. Cross knew there was an exit somewhere. It was a twisted game, offering the prisoners freedom if they made it out. They would often have to take turns guarding the end just in case, by some miracle, a prisoner did make it. Cross stared ahead. The cobblestone path disappeared into dirt ahead of him. He was reaching a whole new section of the maze. Before he could take another step, his body froze up and he snapped his jaw shut at a new noise. In the distance, a scraping noise echoed. It would occasionally stop for a few seconds before starting again. A ghastly noise it was, the sound of metal dragging its way along stone. Cross knew exactly what it was. Horror was on the way. Cross had never felt adrenaline like this as the scraping suddenly became much faster, heading in his direction. He was off in an instant, stumbling down the dirt path and ducking to the left as he heard that strained, gravelly voice. "CROSS!!" He pressed himself back against the wall, panting. The scraping was right where he'd come from, echoing so loudly, it made his head spin. "Cross!!" Horror sounded pained as he screamed out for him. The scraping suddenly went silent and Cross could barely bring himself to move as he realized that it meant Horror had crossed over into the dirt section of the maze. Cross squeezed his head shut before he heard the footsteps stop next to him and heavy breathing.

He barely managed to open his eyes and glance over, purple tears already erupting down his cheeks. Horror stared at him. The pupil in his glowing red eye was so small, it was nearly nonexistent. His jaw was parted and his breathing was heavy as he stared at him. Red tears were spilling down his face from his lit eye, the other remaining empty. "Cross..." His voice was barely a croak as it left him. He was holding his axe so tightly that there were red tints in his knuckles. "Cross, why did you leave? Why?" Horror inhaled shakily and Cross couldn't help the pain in his chest. "Cross!" He jumped as Horror reached out and grabbed him by the collar, heaving him off the ground as he panted. "Why?? Why did you leave? WHY THE FUCK DID YOU LEAVE?!" He practically screamed the words at him in a shredded voice and Cross' own voice caught in his throat as he stared down at him.

"I-I couldn't d-do it, Horror. D-Destroying wh-whole worlds. Whole families and lives. I-I couldn't keep ruining them. I h-had to go to Dream. I had to g-get out of here, I'm so sorry. I-I'm sorry, Horror, I couldn't do it anymore." The way his apology faded into blubbering was less than pleasant and he squeezed his eyes shut. His soul hurt, almost as much as his head. He wasn't making any attempt to get away from Horror and the other stared up at him as more tears ran down his face.

"So you had to... to go and ruin our lives?" He finally asked in a shaking voice. Cross stared at him, his jaws parted. He wanted to say something. Anything to assure Horror that that wasn't true. But he couldn't bring himself to lie to Horror. He never could. Horror stared at him, seeming to be searching Cross' gaze for anything to indicate that it wasn't true, but he didn't seem to be finding anything. He gave a slow nod and his hand was shaking before he suddenly threw Cross down one of the pathway. Cross' body hit the dirt and his arm hit something much harder. Pain exploded through his shoulder as the bear trap swung shut, severing his upper arm in half as a scream tore its way from his throat. He squeezed his eyes shut and silence himself immediately, pushing himself back with his feet. He couldn't stay here. He had to keep going. Through his tears, he could see Horror watching him with a glowing eye. He had never seen such a distraught expression on the other's face. He managed to push himself to his feet as Horror moved forward, reaching down and using his axe to open the bear trap, pulling out Cross' severed arm. He raised it to his mouth and Cross flinched at the splintering noise it made as Horror bit into it. More tears ran down Horror's face as the loud crunching slowly quieted in his chewing, it starting to sound more like he was eating sand instead of rocks. He gave a hard swallow and panted, dust spilling out of his mouth as the pupil in his eye slit. "M'hungry, Cross... They ain't fed me... I'm so hungry..." Another ugly crunch echoed as Horror bit into the arm again and Cross turned on his heel, sprinting through the maze.

Left, right, right, right. His soul was pounding in his chest and there were tears in his eyes. He could barely see around them and it crossed his mind that he deserved this. Straight, left, right, straight. He stumbled, losing his footing for a moment as he fell into the hedge wall, the branches scraping at the top of his bones. He could barely think through the pain from his head and his missing arm. He pushed himself up and stumbled forward again. Straigh- He didn't even get far before something heavy embedded itself in his spine, sending him crashing to the ground. For a moment, it slightly impressed Cross that Horror was such a marksman with his axe that he was able to hit his spine directly between his shoulderblades. He drew in ragged breaths, a whimper barely escaping him as he heard Horror's slow footsteps approaching him. Cross screamed out as Horror pulled the axe out of his back, making sure it dragged down his spine. There was nothing for a moment before there was a loud crack as Horror severed his leg right at the hip. Cross' voice cracked as it echoed through the maze. There was another crack, followed by another scream as Horror severed the other leg. Finally, a clatter as Horror tossed the axe aside. Cross broke down, sobbing weakly.

"Horror... H-Horror, I'm so sorry..." He whispered. Horror was heard kneeling next to him before those bony fingers wrapped around his wrist. Horror lifted him and Cross shook as he watched Horror raise his arm to his open mouth. The bite was much more painful than Cross would've expected, splintering pain erupting through his body as Horror bit a large chunk out, purple magic spilling from the wound like blood. Grey dust stained Horror's face as he slowly chewed, seeming like he was losing breath with each movement of his jaw. Cross shrieked as Horror took another bite, fully separating Cross' hand from the rest of his arm. He dropped the hand, panting as he moved over, his hand suddenly grabbing under Cross' shirt and wrapping around his lowermost left rib. His other hand placed itself on his chest and Cross trembled before letting out another throat-wrenching scream as Horror yanked the rib off of his ribcage with a brutal crack. Horror raised it to his mouth, seeming to eat it almost greedily.

"So... hungry... Cross..." His name was barely a wheeze from Horror's mouth as the other spoke in a crunching tone. His eye raised to look at something past Cross and he beckoned with his finger. Cross barely managed to look and his eyes widened as he saw the end of the maze. It had been to the right of the path he'd taken. It had been right there. A fresh wave of tears welled up in his eyes and he let out a choked noise. Horror's hands were felt scooping him up and he was pulled against the other in a hug, Horror's face buried in his shoulder. Cross could feel his hot breath against his neck and he managed another soft, choked 'I'm sorry' before tipping his head to the side and closing his eyes. "...Me too." Horror's reply was soft, unlike the bite on his throat that followed, sending darkness through Cross' vision and body.

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Killer's Cats for Yastaghr

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(SFW, Fluff, Angst)

Was that his name now...? The skeleton stared at the ground in front of him, his knees pulled up to his chest and his knife dangling from his grey-stained phalanges as he stared forward with blank, empty eye sockets. The first black trickles erupted from the corners of his sockets, but he didn't move. He could hear the name on the wind now, though he knew there was no one around for miles to call him that. "...Killer?" He spoke the name out loud and that alone seemed to silence the voices he was hearing. He wished he hadn't done that. There was nothing but silence and wind now. The skeleton was scrunched up outside of Grillby's, pressed against the wall next to the broken open door. What had happened to his adrenaline? He'd been so confident before. There was an uncomfortable pressure in his chest and he furrowed his brow. He knew what it was.

Killer let his knees fall from his chest as he loosened up, studying the new soul that burned in front of his body. He'd never seen one do that nor had he seen one that looked like that before. He lifted a grey-stained hand, hovering it over the burning target. The cold was biting at his bones, but he couldn't bring himself to get up. He could've just gone inside the building he was shivering against. The door was wide open. But there was no way he was getting up. He stared out over the snow quietly, taking note of the grey-stained patches and piles. And the way the snow around him looked like it was stained in human blood. Something black dropped onto his T-Shirt and he let his attention drift to it. It was a jet-black splotch and he raised his hand up to his face. Something wet was streaming from both of his sockets. Something black. After staring at it for a moment or two, he lowered his hand back down and slumped backwards against the building once more. It was so quiet. Killer closed his eyes.

After what felt like hours, there was an odd wailing in the wind. Killer furrowed his brow, it sounding just a little too real to be in his head. He opened his eyes, albeit with some difficulty since whatever was leaking from them had dried a little. He blinked a couple of times, turning his head to the side as he heard the wailing again. He stared quietly at the little creature in front of him. It was a house cat with white paws and a black coat. It had a bobbed tail and a white ear. For a moment, Killer couldn't even process that fact that there was still something alive right in front of him, let alone a cat. He knew they sometimes made their way in from above, but he hadn't thought he'd ever see one this close. He was broken out of his thoughts by another loud, plaintive meow. He focused on the cat a little more, the small animal taking a few steps towards him before turning and walking to the woods a little before coming back. It kept repeating this while meowing and Killer let the knife slip from his ash-covered hand. There was no more drive. No more excitement or adrenaline for him to hurt at the moment. Especially not this small creature.

Even though his bones were screaming, Killer pushed himself to his feet, turning to look down at the cat. He wondered how disheveled he must've looked right then. The cat meowed again, walking right up to his and rubbing against one of his legs before running towards the woods a little, looking back at him. Killer blinked as he stared after it. Surely it could smell what was on him. How could it still trust him? He took a few steps forward and the cat did the same towards the woods before looking back at Killer again. It did want him to follow it, that much was obvious to him now. Were the animals from above that stupidly trusting? Killer tipped his head as he followed the cat, it leading him into the woods. His newly exposed soul acted as a sort of demented flashlight, illuminating the way forward. The cat kept stopping and waiting for him before bounding forward again. Finally, they came to a tree with an opening in the roots. The cat paced around outside and let out another loud meow.

It dawned on Killer that it must not have been just stupid, but desperate. He knelt down in front of the hole, leaning forward so his soul could show him what was inside. Sure enough, there were five wriggling shapes inside. Little mewls and squeaks were heard from inside and Killer reached out to them. A couple of the kittens squirmed away from his hand, while others bat at it fiercely. They had to be almost a month old. Three of them looked like their mother with variations of black and white, though they all had long tails. The other two seemed to be grey and black tabby cats, though one had the bobbed tail. Killer remained on his knees in front of the hole, watching as the mother cat climbed inside and started to groom her wriggling babies furiously. He wondered how it was to be this blissfully ignorant to a potential danger. He was stained in dust up to his elbows, yet this small animal had seemed him trustworthy enough to come see her children? It was something he couldn't even fathom.

But her trust had been correct. Killer pulled back his hands and slipped off his stained jacket. The cold drive into his bones like knives, but there was an odd heat that spread from his soul like roots. He reached into the hole and started to scoop up the kittens as they squealed and mewled in protest, placing them into his jacket. Once he was able to scoop them up, he stood. "Come on, Mama." He mumbled quietly, though he knew the mother cat wouldn't understand him. He started trudging back towards Snowdin with the wriggling bundle in his arms. The mother cat meowed loudly, following at his heels and even running ahead of him sometimes. When they emerged from the woods, Killer finally shambled his way into Grillby's. As expected, it was empty. His slippers dragged along the wooden floorboards and he placed the bundle down on the round table. Instantly, the mother cat hopped up, sniffing and grooming each of the kittens. It was warmer in her than it was out there for sure.

He went behind the counter and dug around. He found some bottled water, though they were accompanied with a note on the shelf that seemed to be a reminder to make the customer pay extra for life insurance. Killer felt a soft scoff escape him at the thought of someone as unshakable of Grillby being afraid of a water bottle. It did make sense. He grabbed one and a plate to go with it, moving back over to the table and setting the plate down, filling it with water. The mother cat was the first to notice it, starting to lap at it immediately. Killer sat at the table, resting his head on his arms. "...You all can't stay here." He said softly. He was talking to himself at this point. "I... have Determination now. Surely I can just... go." He mumbled. Could he really get past the barrier like this? "You guys can't stay down here. There's no one left. There's nothing left." A few black splotches appeared on the table beneath him as he watched them quietly. Two of the kittens had come stumbling over, one furiously batting at his arm as the other just curled up in front of him. "How are you so trusting? How can you all trust me?? You can smell it, can't you?" Killer's voice was almost feverish at this point.

His soul gave a violent spasm in front of him and he flinched a little. The cats didn't seem to notice, the kittens having joined their mother at the water dish. Killer had his jaws parted, trying to control his breathing. He could hear those voice again. That voice. The child's voice. He couldn't hear what any of them were saying, but he could hear them. He raised his hands to his head, resting his forehead against his palms. "I HAVE to get you out of here. I can't let you stay here, but I don't know where you could go. I don't know where. I don't know." Killer froze as he felt a creeping coldness, his body locking up quietly. Someone else was here. It wasn't him nor was it any of the cats. The mother cat's fur had bushed out and she hissed at something behind him, a loud growl rattling in her throat. Killer didn't have his knife. Without even realizing, red magic had started to ignite around him, red knives appearing likes sparks of flame around him as he turned.

"You want to get them out? You want to get out?" A low, rumbling voice spoke from the mass of dripping darkness in front of him. Four tentacles pushed outwards from the back as a glowing, bright blue eye socket opened up. The mass was taking shape and Killer wasn't sure he liked how much it looked like him. He remained sitting, keeping himself firmly planted in front of the cats as red knives spun in orbit around him. The dark skeleton in front of him gave a smile and Killer's hands tightened on the table. "I can provide you these things, Killer. An escape for you and them. A home for you and them." That glowing eye seemed to burn into his own sockets. "I just need you to come with me."

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Killer blinked open his eyes, his vision blurry for a moment. He made a noise of acknowledgment at the ceiling of the main hall above him. He'd had that same memory as a dream for the past several nights, though Nightmare had assured him it wasn't his doing. How had he fallen asleep? Where was everyone else?? He sat up on the couch, taking note that his knife was still on the table in front of him. Nightmare had called them for a mission, telling them to gather in the main hall of the castle and Killer had gotten there first. He'd only meant to close his eyes for a few moments while waiting for everyone, but it seemed he'd been asleep for far longer than that. Why had no one woken him up?

He had to admit that he felt a little better than he had been for the past week or so. He barely slept more than an hour a night and he knew why, though the only person who would really understand was Nightmare. It had been years since that night and it was a week ago that he'd lost Rabbit, the last living kitten from Mama's litter. Rabbit had been the grey and black kitten with the bobbed tail and he had lived to 20, which was shockingly old for a cat. He'd been the last remnant of comfort Killer had had from his old world. Killer gave a quiet stretch and stood up, scooping his knife from the table. "They really just left me here?" He scoffed before nearly screaming as Dust's quiet voice spoke behind him.

"You were sleeping." The hooded skeleton had a penchant for being near silent when he moved. It was something Killer both hated and admired. He turned to look at the other. Dust was staring up at something next to his shoulder that Killer couldn't see. "No, no, he'll like it." He mumbled quietly. Dust held out a hand and Killer couldn't help but stare at his grey-stained fingers for a moment. The stains on his own hands were much more faded as he took the hooded skeleton's hand without question. He'd been violently distrustful of Dust when he'd met him and maybe even a little terrified at someone who'd done the same thing as him, but as some twisted form of justice. Dust didn't speak as often as everyone else, but Killer did tend to like that about him. Dust led him through the halls quietly.

"Can I at least get a hint where you’re taking me? You dragging me to cuddle again?" Killer teased softly, feeling the way Dust's hand tightened on his. The other didn't look back though, telling him in a brisk, but mumbling voice to shut up. "Got it, got it." Killer chuckled quietly. He was led to his own room and Dust finally let go of his hand as Killer raised a brow. Dust gestured to the door vaguely and Killer glanced at him before reaching out and opening it. He jumped as there was a loud, scratchy meow and his soul gave a spasm as he stared around. There were at least four cats that he could see, not to mention Horror was plopped in the center of his room. A large, fluffy brown Maine Coon was in Horror's lap and a sleek black cat was curled on Killer's pillow. There was a calico cat sitting among the books in one of his bookshelves and finally, there was a ruffled Ragdoll cat in front of him. It looked a little older with crinkly whiskers missing an eye. Killer didn't know what to do for a moment before being shoved inside from behind, yelping. Dust followed him inside, shutting the door.

It didn't seem Dust was giving him a moment to acknowledge everything he was seeing because he had taken his hand again and dragged him over to a beanbag in the corner. Killer couldn't stop himself from honing in on that familiar noise. The beanbag itself was empty, but he could hear what was behind it. Mewling and squeaking. He glanced at Dust, who gestured to it, using his magic to pull the beanbag back a little. An orange and white tabby cat was tending to three little bundles, though they didn't look to be more than three weeks old. One looked like her while the other two were completely white. "Found 'em on missions." Horror spoke up from behind Killer, making the other look back at him. "Took 'em from the AUs Boss was planning to destroy. Ones that were dying. Figured you'd know what to with 'em."

"Where have you been keeping them??" Killer finally broke through his disbelief to speak again, glancing down as the grizzled Ragdoll cat rubbed up against his leg. "Do they need to be bathed?? Are any of them injured?" He stopped as Dust took his shoulder, squeezing it.

"We took care of all that. Got ourselves some... pretty nasty scratches, but nothin' we couldn't heal. We got 'em all cleaned up before we brought them to you. We were hoping you could help us... take care of them a little better. Because you did so good with... Mama and the rest of them." Horror said, giving odd pauses between some words as he tried to think of them quickly. "Can you help us, Killer? There's a lot of 'em, but Boss said he'd let us keep them." Killer paused, genuinely surprised to hear that Nightmare had agreed. He knew the only reason the other had let him keep Mama and her litter was so Killer would agree to come with him. He was pulled out of his thoughts by both of Dust's hands on his shoulders, lowering him into a sitting position. The second he was sitting, Killer jumped as the Ragdoll cat climbed onto his lap, kneading him before settling down. "Heh. Now you’re trapped too." Horror said, managing a crooked grin.

"You... fucking assholes..." Killer couldn't even pretend to be angry, his soul spasming too much. He parted his jaws and squeezed his sockets shut, trying to control himself. He blinked as he felt Dust lay against his back, the other's hooded head resting against his shoulder and his grey-stained fingers snagged into the sleeve of Killer's jacket. Killer knew that earning that level of trust from Dust was rare, if not impossible. He paused as he heard Dust speak in a whisper, asking if he was really mad. "...I'm not. I wouldn't be. This... I didn't expect this, okay? I thought... I was just gonna lose Rabbit and that was the end of it." Killer admitted.

He would've only ever told Dust or Horror that being able to have such small animals like cats rely on him for protection and companionship was the only thing that had kept his mind from unraveling and his soul from deteriorating. The Determination of taking care of them was enough to fuel his soul and the calm he felt from knowing the small animals trusted him outbalanced the psychotic adrenaline he got from demolishing AUs during missions. "Do any of them even have names?" Killer asked. Dust gave a shrug and Horror immediately spoke up, his red eyes wide with excitement.

"I get to name this one Turkey then!" Horror responded, gesturing to the massive Maine Coon that kept him pinned by his lap. Dust let out a loud snorting noise, covering his mouth as he broke down into quiet laughter. Killer had never been one to be able to take Dust's laugh seriously and he soon started snickering too. He sighed and stared at the floor, feeling another line of black run down his face. When he had told Dust and Horror how cats helped him, he hadn't expected them to remember or take it seriously. He squeezed his sockets shut and his spasming soul started to shift into the new shape he'd just started getting used to. A target in the shape of a regular monster soul. Killer opened his eyes and the white rings in his sockets glowed bright as he took in everything. He wouldn't dare cry in front of them, but it sure felt like he was about to. He glanced up and waved a hand at Horror's concerned look, managing to say that it was nothing. He felt Dust rub his cheek against his shoulder and Killer could tell Horror wanted to come hug him too, though he seemed trapped.

Killer barely managed to compose himself as he reached up and began to quietly rub the Ragdoll cat's ears. He could tell it was a boy and he chuckled as he heard its stuttery purr. It resembled an engine trying to start up in freezing weather. "...think this one will get mad if I name him Old Man?"

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BlueKiller Bone-Peeling For Mocha: Commission For Ko-Fi

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(SFW, Gore, Blood, Angst)

The dungeon door made a loud, creaking noise that echoed through the damp hallways. It was more of a warning noise than it was annoying and for that reason alone, Nightmare never fixed it. Killer rather appreciated the fact, able to hear how the dungeon's only living occupant stopped breathing for a few moments whenever he heard it, seeming desperate that it was one of his friends, come to save him. That bit of hope this one seemed to hold with him tore Killer up inside. His soul gave a violent spasm, igniting the corridors in red light as he made his way through, spinning a butterfly knife in his fingers.

His real knife had yet to be summoned, but the clicking of the butterfly knife gave more than a little warning to their prisoner of who was coming to see him. Killer turned the corner and grinned, slamming the butterfly knife shut with a painful-sounding clack. Those eyelights changed from blue to white in an instant, Blue immediately pushing himself back against the wall. He was chained by his wrists and ankles, unable to summon attacks or any form of magic. Killer could've started with the goading. How a real Royal Guard wouldn't have let himself be captured so easily, but that wasn't why he was down here.

He wasn't like Nightmare, who wanted his fear. Killer wanted his pain. Blue was notoriously known for his cheerfulness through injury, smiling through several broken ribs or a caved in skull. Killer wanted to see him cry. He put away his butterfly knife before summoning the other one, the blade and handle polished to a steady shine. Blue opened his mouth as Killer unlocked the cell door, moving inside. Killer didn't even let him get a word out. "You're the one that likes being the hero, right? Saving people?" Killer murmured as he turned and moved over, kneeling in front of him.

Blue didn't seem to know how to react for a moment, furrowing his brow. He'd learned quickly not to just answer questions without thinking, or without permission, for that matter. Killer hummed, rocking back on his heels. "You can answer." He said quietly, his empty sockets meeting Blue's uncertain ones.

"I... like saving people. I don't know about being the hero. I just want to help people." Blue answered after a moment. Killer made a small noise of acknowledgement. After a few moments, Blue spoke again. "H-How can I help you, K-Killer?" The question was shaky. "I may not... be able to save you... You may not want to be saved. But could I help?" It was clear this was the longest any of the Bad Guys had let him speak so far. Killer hummed and the tip of his knife ghosted over Blue's boot.

"I... appreciate the backtrack on the 'saving' part. You're right. I don't want to be saved." Killer said quietly. "But there aren't very many ways to help me, y'know?" He reached out and grabbed Blue's arm, holding it in a forcibly tight grip before holding the knife in his teeth by the handle and started to undo the straps keeping the gloves he was wearing on. Blue seemed more confused than frightened as he watched him. Killer finally tugged the glove off, it proving to be a bit of a challenge with the cuff, but he'd done it nonetheless. He took the knife from his mouth, holding it in his other hand as he studied Blue's bare arm. "What falls under helping? Is it physically, emotionally, mentally helping...?"

"A-Any. Or all, if I can." Blue said, seeming confused and alarmed. "But I'm not sure how I could help you, I'm sorry." He gave a weak, uncertain smile and Killer's soul spasmed violently at the sight of it. He hated it. He had the same problem as Dust and that this Sans reminded him too much of Papyrus. At least Dust had some twisted, skewered version of him that he could escape and hallucinate with all the time, but hallucinations were a rare gift for Killer. This Sans, meant to mimic his brother in undying hope and a need to help... He hated him. He didn't let it show too much, resolving himself to a soft huff. He sighed and moved, pinning Blue's feet to the floor with his knees and making the other let out a weak hiss. "K-Killer?"

"I think... I might need some help mentally. Or emotionally. It's difficult for me to tell the two apart." Killer took Blue's ungloved hand, interlocking their fingers for a moment and taking note of just how much cleaner and unscarred the other's hand was. "I keep... needing things... Wanting things that I can't have. That are out of my reach. Like... my world. My family. My friends. Everything that you have." Blue's eyes widened and Killer shook his head. "I'm not asking you to give me that. I'm just saying."

Killer's magic took hold of Blue's bandanna and it suddenly stuffed its way into his mouth. He made a startled, muffled noise, looking up at Killer. Killer watched him back with empty sockets before taking Blue's arm and holding it out in front of him. He let out another hum before raising his knife and watching as Blue's eyelights went small and pale in shock. The first drag across his arm didn't get that much noise out of him, but it did scrape off a good layer of dust. Killer furrowed his brow, angling the side of the knife down and digging it in.

He pushed it through the bone with some difficulty, but it did give him the result he was looking for. Accompanied with Blue's muffled scream, there was a layer of bone that had peeled off like he was carving a wax statue. Underneath the white, the bone seemed to turn a faint blue color. Blue's whole body was shaking, but Killer didn't pay it any mind. The piece of peeled bone dropped to the ground and exploded into a mess of dust. Killer positioned his knife again, another scream accompanying another smooth push with vague cracking. This piece revealed an even darker shade of blue.

Killer found it fascinating as he let the piece drop. His eyes drifted up to Blue's face. He paused for a moment. There was pain in the other's eyes and he was letting out muffled screams of pain, but... there were no tears yet. The one thing Killer was looking for. He gave a small noise of acknowledgment before returning to his task. He stared at the open carving, wondering how blue the inside was going to get. He could already see the layers of the bone, starting at white and ending up at the sky blue color he'd reached. When would he reach marrow? He stroked his pointer finger straight down the open wound and Blue's feet jerked under where his knees were pinning them as he made a desperate, pleading noise.

Killer dug his knife in again. When he reached the center of the slice, there was a vicious crack and his hand suddenly became wet. He had broken into the hollow center that held the liquid magic. The magic itself was a dark, royal blue as opposed to the light blue his eyelights usually cast. It was an odd contrast and Killer tipped his head. Blue's other hand was digging into Killer's hoodie so hard that it was almost tearing it. It had taken Killer until now to realize, having been far too fascinated in his own activity. He set the knife aside and ran his thumb along the opening, it pulling a scream that he'd never heard from Blue before.

He glanced up and paused. There. There they were. He reached out with the same hand, Blue's own blood magic staining his face as Killer wiped away his periwinkle tears. He was letting out muffled hiccups and Killer unceremoniously dropped his damaged arm, Blue flinching and letting out a choked scream. Killer tugged the bandanna out of his mouth, Blue pulling in shaking breaths. "I thought it would take a little longer than that to see you cry. I guess I've gotten a little rusty." Killer sounded extremely disappointed and Blue sputtered weakly before flinching as the other held up his stained hand. "No, no, I'm not mad at you. I'm just a little annoyed with myself."

He reached out and poked the wound with the tip of his knife, Blue's shriek echoing through the cold, damp corridors for a moment. "Makes me wonder. We're all the same, so maybe we're all layered like this. I kind of wish we'd captured Ink so I could test it now." Blue whispered something and Killer blinked, turning to him. "What?"

"Please... don't test it on yourself." Blue whispered weakly. Killer stared at him for a moment. "I don't care if you keep doing it to me, b-but I'm asking that you don't turn the knife on yourself." Killer's soul spasmed again and he glanced down at the blue-slicked blade. Was that really what Blue was concerned about? Not his so-called artist friend who could've had a layer of every color under the sun? He furrowed his brow. "That's all I ask."

"That's all you ask?" Killer repeated with a suddenness that seemed to scare Blue. He met his gaze again and Blue nodded. Killer didn't say anything for a moment before nodding. "If that's all you ask in a situation as horrible for you as this, I won't deny it. A form of mercy in exchange for letting me see what's really on the inside." He poked at the open wound again. Blue seemed a little relieved by his words, even if he let out a weak shriek at the poke again. Killer didn't even bother to tell him that the thought hadn't even crossed his mind until he said something. They sat in silence for a few more moments before Killer spoke. "Blue."

"Y-Yes?" Blue's voice was weak and shaking. Killer hummed, picking up the knife and messily wiping it on his jacket. He traced the blade over the side of Blue's skull.

"Maybe you can help me." He tipped his head and Blue squeezed his eyes shut as he spoke. "You can help me discover just how many layers of blue you are."

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