|| SPACE || [Errormare]

1 | The small things |prologue|

[3rd POV]

Location: Nightmare's castle.
[locked AU]

Killer was seated on the couch, lazily watching the TV with a bored frown upon his face.
The quiet ticking of a grandfather clock in the background, overlapped with the yells from the crowd emitting from the TV echoed through the castle.
There was a small thud before Killer noticed Dust had teleported in. He turned his head to face him, the small dark smudges of negativity below his eye-socket's, not even bothering to reflect the light from the TV.

Dust would speak. His voice quiet and raspy as always, yet it was pleasing to hear something other than the sound of that damned clock.
"You look like you've had a good time, what's up?"
Dust would ask, his face hidden by the shadow casted over it, caused by his hood. The only visible thing being his red and blue eye-light that produced a small glow. Killer always wondered how he had enough power and energy to keep it up till it turned white...

Killer replied with a bored sigh, cocking his head back as he sat on the couch, his legs up on the cushions.
"Ugh, there's just nothin' to do! Not even boss wants to get rid of me today... Breaks are nice, when you're not in good shape. I'm fine! You're fine! And Horror is- well...Horror!"
Killer exclaimed with a groan, crossing his arms as he spoke.
Looks like Killer was already tired of having the past three days off.

How much longer will this last?

That was the one thing they were all secretly asking themselves...
How much longer would their boss keep acting this way?
Why was he acting this way?

As infuriating as the whole situation was, the three of them couldn't help but worry for their boss. He had always done so much for them. He gave them purpose when they were already tired and used. He reassured them when battles got tough, when strategies failed. When they could get up no longer...
And yet here they are, boredly letting time fly by as their boss is the one in need of help this time. But what could they really do? Not like they had any way of figuring him out. He was always a mystery. Easy to talk to, but once he gets distant, it's like putting together a Rubik's cube while being colour blind.

Dust would stare blankly at Killer as he spoke, allowing him to finish. He would reply, taking note of Killers obvious annoyance.
"Your annoyance is understandable, and I think me and Horror's feelings are mutual with yours..."
He chose his words carefully to avoid provoking Killer any further. The last thing he would want to do was piss Killer off even more, not that he was afraid, but instead; not wanting to take the risk of the castle getting trashed all over again.
He turned his head, looking over the back of the couch to the long, dimly lit hallway. Staring into it for a moment before continuing.
"But Nightmare isn't doing well, I think he's made that clear. And we should be respectful of the fact he too needs a break."
Dust would sigh before taking his hand out his pocket and looking back to Killer, extending it out to Killer, looking to the side for a moment before back at him.
"How about we go on a walk? Take your mind off everything. After all, it's the small things that count, right?"
Dust stated with a small tilt of his head.

If there was anyway to describe Killer currently. The only word you would find would be gobsmacked.

His jaw was slightly ajar, before it then turned into a silly smirk
"You're offering to take me out? Oh dusty- this whole isolation shit must be getting to your head! Hey- let's keep you locked indoors more often!"
Killer said teasingly, taking dust's hand and standing up.

Dust would make a small scoff, rolling his eye-lights before then shoving his hand back into his hoodie's pocket, mumbling a reply.
"Don't word it like that- and don't get used to it.."

[642 words!]
I do hope you enjoy this, just a little snippet of what I've got planned 😉
Anyways, I'll get to work on the second page as soon as possible, it will be longer than this one I reassure you, as this is just the prologue :3

-CD