Huehuehue! I'm evil!!!
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Dust dashed down the hall.
Tears of joy stream down his cheeks.
SF had just ran into his room to tell him Killer had returned.
Voices in the living room caught his attention.
Dust burst in with a smile that slowly drop at the sight of Killer.
His happiness became terror with the state his lover was in.
He laid on the couch, standing to gray fabric a crimson red.
His right leg was bent in such a way it was rather obvious it was broken.
Cross sat beside the bloodied sans, getting as much information from him before he passes out... or worse....
"T-tomorrow. Ink said to m-meet him in the Antivoid tomorrow with the kids, unarmed, to make the trade for nightmare."
Killer gasped through his words.
Cross nodded.
"Thank you. Now rest, I'll get the first ad and fix you up ok?"
Killer only nodded weakly.
Only when Cross walked to the kitchen to get the kit, did Killer noticed Dust.
He gave a half hearted smile to his shocked partner.
Dust gently walked over to him with full worry.
Killer simply reached out a hand from were he laid to take Dust hand.
Dust instantly intertwined his fingers with his lovers.
His mind running a million miles an hour.
He never new this was going to happen.
Fear and realization hit him like a truck.
If they did this... then what else will they do when they have the children safe.
The kids were the only thing keeping them from coming to his base and slaughtering them all.
But once they get them, who knows what kind of hell will be dropped on them as a punishment.
He couldn't... he can't risk this anymore because of some stupid act.
He couldn't risk his or his lovers lives, especially in his current condition.
"Killer." His voice was low.
He didn't want Cross to hear from the other room.
Killer looked up at him, looking nervous.
Dust waisted no time explaining.
"Killer, im pregnant."
His voice was soft yet serious.
Killer seemed to freeze at those words.
Happiness flashed in his eyes as well as pride, but at the same time he was worried.
Before he could say anything Dust continued.
"We're going to be parents, and as parents we have to keep our baby safe. This place, what we're doing, isn't safe, Killer. I mean look what's happened to you."
He gestured to his lovers mangled body.
He looked into killers eyes with all the fear and seriousness he had.
"We need to leave."
Killer didn't hesitate to nodded in agreement.
It wasn't safe. They needed to get out of there before something seriously bad happened.
"Let's go." Killer hissed out.
In a flash they were gone.
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Cross soon walked in to see a empty room.
He set the medical equipment he was going to use on a small desk.
With a sigh he walked up stairs.
He didn't even bother calling for them.
He knew they were gone. For a good reason to.
He had found a few pregnancy tests in Dusts bathrooms trash.
He only knew it was a matter of time before they'd leave.
Now it was just him.
SF most likely left after telling Dust, Killer was home.
Cross couldn't blame him either.
Now he was alone.
But if everything goes as planned...
He'll never be alone again.
