(Part three. Let's do this.)

Narrator's P.O.V.

Oh no, not another one. Killer is sitting in front of a large bucket filled with liquid hate. His skull slowly leaking the black substance from his eye sockets, as well as his mouth. Color was not far behind, doing whatever Killer asked him to do. (Y/N) was sitting in Killer's lap, purring. She was rubbing herself against him, attempting to distract him from the odd sensation.

Killer had sadly became used to doing this. After the torture his soul went through with Nightmare, it has started to naturally expel liquid hate. The process caused him no pain, but had this strange feeling that words can't describe well enough.

The liquid will slowly rise up his 'throat' and travel towards the bottom of his skull, steadily filling up until he has no choice but to empty the substance from his skull. Color has told him multiple times to go to Sci and see if he'll help with the problem. Killer just shakes his head saying, "I'm fine. I'll deal with it myself."

Color, being the caring skeleton he is, decided to get Sci's help anyways. He called him around an hour ago. Now they wait. Killer has no clue that Sci is coming, but he has a sneaking suspicion. (Y/N) on the other hand is doing her best to help this situation. Now, this may seem weird, but the Cheshire Cat species is weird to begin with. Sometimes she'll like the liquid hate from beneath his eye sockets, attempting to help. She's immune to the toxicity of the liquid and thinks of it as if she is wiping his tears away.

The grin she usually held seemed to have changed. She looked concerned for her partner, but also scared. She couldn't help him as well as Color can, but she's determined to try. Leaping up from her resting position, she scampers off to find something.

As she was gone, Killer felt cold. The absence of the fluffy body as well as her not being by him made him feel cold. He didn't like this feeling. It was much worse than the liquid hate in his head and soul. Color noticed his change in emotion and looked around before running to the door after hearing a loud knock. "It's me, Sci," said a voice on the other side of the door. Color quickly opened the door. "Oh thank goodness you're here!"

Killer looked over at the scientific skeleton. "How long has this been going on for, Killer?" Killer shrugs. "Since I left Nightmare." He says in a monotone voice. "It's sort of a 'curse' that Nightmare placed on him because he had left Nightmare's side." Color added. This seemed to intrigue Sci. "A curse, you say? Killer, let me fully view your soul, please." Killer nodded, making it seem more visible to others.

This took hours. Sci has no clue how to erase the damage done, or how to cure it. He couldn't wrap his head around it, but he was determined to help them. Suddenly the sound of scampering feet came into the room, causing everyone's attention to turn to the noice. There (Y/N) was bolting over to Killer with a little bag around her body. The bag seemed tightly sealed, as if it had something important in it. She the walks carefully over to Killer, nuzzling her body against him. He chuckles and picks her up.

"Where'd she get that bag from?" Color asked, looking at the cat in utter confusion. Killer shrugged. "What's-" Before Sci could ask his question, the cat slipped off her bag and opened it with her mouth. She then grabbed a small bottle in her jaws and placed it in Killer's lap. Everyone was confused, but (Y/N) kept pawing it towards Killer, insisting that he drinks the liquid inside. The liquid seemed to look like alcohol, mainly beer like in color. The bottle itself was clear and seemed to be made of pure glass.

Killer shrugged and downed the bottle, Color and Sci telling him to stop. When he finished he looked up at the two. His eye sockets began to stop expelling liquid hate and revealed old white pinpricks that no one had seen before. They then immediately went out and he smiled. "That, feels better." He says in a slightly happy tone, sounding more alive. "My, emotions... I can feel them, but they're so faint." He then smiled and cuddled (Y/N), who was sitting in his lap and watching this play out.

"Thank you." He said with his skull shoved into the cat's fluffy fur. She purred in response, not saying a word. Killer then tilts his head. "What's wrong? Why won't you talk to me?" The cat then looks down. She then pawed at her throat and the bottle.

Killer, since that day, still doesn't fully understand what happened to his friend's voice. What happened that day was a saddening event. (Y/N), much like Ariel, gave her voice away. The only difference is is that she did it for Killer's benefit and Dad (Triton) can't fix the problem. What no one else knew, was that (Y/N) would slowly start to act more and more like a normal cat. She became more lazy than usual and she was completely silent.

This scared Killer and Color. Killer still loved her to death, but he was fearing for the worst. (Y/N) was still all lovey-dovey with Killer, but it wasn't the same. He missed his old friend, but he didn't know why she'd been acting the way she has been.

Walking into his room he picked up (Y/N), laying her on his 'stomach'. "What happened?" He asked. The cat tilted her head and the licked his 'nose'. He chuckled. "Come on, (Y/N). Say something. Please?" She then did something strange. She spoke, but in a different voice. "She's mine now, Killer."

Killer then quickly shot up from his previous sleeping position. He looked around, noticing how everything was dark. 'It's night time. I wonder how long I was out.' Color then breathed a sigh of relief. "Oh thank goodness you're awake. (Y/N) and I were so scared. After you drank that bottle, you passed out. I thought she drugged you, but it seemed to have saved you."

As if hearing her name get called, (Y/N) comes padding into the room. As soon as she sees Killer awake, she bolts to him. "Killer! You're awake!" Killer nodded and chuckled. She then licked his cheekbones in affection. "I was so worried about you. I thought I had hurt you." She said, nuzzling up to him and hiding. He shook his head. "No, I'm fine. I promise."

This is how they lived for the rest of their lives, but that all changed when Color and Killer came home with a black German Shepherd. (Y/N) did not like it. She also didn't like it having the same name as her. Weird, right? You'd think Killer'd be more creative with his names.

(Y/N), the Cheshire Cat, constantly hid from the beast, to scared to be near it. Eventually Color had forgotten about the Cheshire Cat, but Killer never forgot. He still snuggled with her when he slept and stayed with her to mourn the loss of his dog's life later on. (Y/N) was there for him till the end and that's how it was always gonna be and forever will be.

(Boom! Done! Part 3 written and done! I hope you enjoyed! 😁😁😁)