Nightmare's POV

I sighed a bit in annoyance as I felt two negative energies appear withing the castle and looked up from my phone to see what was going on.

Error was in a net like hammock that was attached to the ceiling that was made out of his strings and knitting with balls of yarn that were also made of his strings. 

Horror was in the kitchen, as usual.

Cross was sitting on the couch sharpening his conjured oversized blade of a weapon. 

Dust had somehow gotten a hold of a can of hairspray and found a lighter.

That was four people, not including me. There's usually six.

So where was-

A sudden yell cut through the air, drawing Horror out from the kitchen and making all of us look around. Killer came running as fast as he could, holding something tightly in his hand. 

He was running like his life depended on it. Which it probably did, considering what he was running from.

Or should I say who he was running from.

"Asri! C-come on! We can, we can make a deal out of this, r-right?!" He called over his shoulder as he continued running.

"Oh, here's a deal for you, suka! You take my knife, I take your life you ublyudok!" Asria yelled as she also appeared, one hand glowing with bright green and red magic while her red cat pupils were narrowed to tiny glowing slits.

She was known for sometimes cursing in Russian. Something she tended to do when she was extremely pissed off.

Asri was the latest recruit that I had discovered about two weeks ago when I felt an almost overwhelming feeling of negativity that was steadily growing stronger. After tracing it, I discovered an Au that was absolutely destroyed.

I found what appeared to be the only inhabitant, who turned out to be Asri.

Yeah, after a bit of convincing, I had managed to convince her to join my group. And having a Sentimonster on the team has definitely, dramatized, some things.

A fearful yell brought me out of my thoughts and I looked over to see Asri getting rather close to Killer as she chased him, using her tail for stability on sharp turns. While part of me really wanted to see how this played out, another knew that Asri was probably going to try and kill him.

Which I did not want.

So, after heaving a sigh, I stood up and walked down the couple steps that led to my throne. Then I stood there and waited. 

As the two passed by, I whipped out a tentacle, which curled around Killer's legs, which caused him to trip. Though I quickly moved my tentacle upwards so that Killer didn't hit the ground.

Asri, probably thinking she now had an easy catch, moved faster, only to be stopped short by my tentacle wrapping itself tightly around her torso. I made sure that she was still able to breathe. 

"Mind telling me what it is that happened that had Killer running for his life?" I asked as I shoved my hands into my jacket's pockets.

"This bitch stole one of my knives!" Asri told me while glaring at Killer.

"I needed to borrow it! I lost one of mine, and I require a full set!" The black teared skeleton replied, his tone defensive.

"You could've just asked, chert voz'mi!" Asri immediately snapped back, her tail beginning to lash from side to side.

I sighed as I pinched the bridge of my nasal ridge, squeezing my eye sockets shut.

"Alright, Killer, give Asri her knife back, Asri, quit trying to murder Killer" I said, removing my hand before I set the two psychopaths down.

Killer grudgingly handed over the knife, which Asri took, and then the two went their separate ways. Once they left, it only took a couple seconds for Dust and Horror to burst out laughing.

"Bro! Did you see the look on his face when he came running?!" Dust practically hollered through his laughter.

Horror couldn't even bring up a reply.

"I mean, you can't exactly blame him when it comes to Asri. She's got one hell of a temper" Cross jumped in as he made his weapon disappear.

I could see Error nodding in agreement out of the corner of my eye. And to be honest, I did have to agree with them.

Asri was a bit hotheaded, and did have a harsh temper once it was stirred up. Maybe that was part of her personality, maybe that was something that resulted from trauma, I don't know.

But she never stays that way for very long, unless she decides to hold a bit of a grudge or views you as an enemy. Chances are she's gonna come around again in half an hour acting like her crackhead self.

I shake my head slightly at the thought and head back to my throne-like chair that I often sat on when I was in the living room. I picked up my phone and went back to scrolling through the social media.

I was interrupted when something crashed in the kitchen.

"That wasn't me!" I heard Horror call out in a guilty tone.

"God damnit Horror!"