Nightmare had just sent Killer out on his own for once. He brought nothing but his knife with him, as he always does, which was honestly a stupid decision altogether. It was quite silent at night, which Killer enjoyed. Of course, that had to be ruined.

Error had stepped out of a portal a few depths away from Killer, but it appeared that Killer saw him anyway.

They were eventually face-to-face.

"Were you stalkin' me or some shit?" Killer abruptly asked.

Error sighed. "I have no idea why the hell you'd suspect that I'd stalk you of all people. But no, I wasn't. Blue forced me out of the antivoid to come get your dumbass,"

Killer looked puzzled. The god of destruction, and a twink. Well. This is new.
"What does he want? I don't have time for this bullshit."

"He doesn't want anything. But it would be appreciated if you'd go fucking see him before I forcefully make you. I'm not dealing with this bullshit tonight. And I'm not doing this for you. Blue is," Error said, aggravated.

"Jesus, fine. But would ya at least damn tell me why Blue would want to talk to me out of all people?"

"He has some information on a certain someone you know. And he figured you'd maybe like to hear it. He's good at finding out shit about people. Now, if that's enough for ya pRiNcEy, step into the fucking portal,"

"Okay, Okay, goddamn,"

A few minutes later.

.

.

.

Blue and Killer settled while Error read in his hammock.

"Alright, so. I'm just going to say, don't think I haven't seen the way you and Epic have been sneaking out every few nights and going to that old au me and Error wrecked. And should I even mention how much you two randomly, accidentally flirt with eachother, orr?"

Killer blushes a deep crimson color. "I guess you really are good at getting information. I thought you were just a twink or a sad bitch, not gonna lie to ya,"

"Excuse me? This is why I haven't said anything about you personality-wise,"

"Wait what-"

"You're a dick," Blue says, shrugging.

"I won't disagree, I really am an ass to some people, huh? But anyway, what is it about Epic that I need and I don't know already?"
Killer asks under his breath.

"Right. Um, Killer, you should be aware that Epic is not very mentally stable. I do not mean that as an insult, but he's had really bad problems in the past and I'm worried that if he gets close to you, um, you know what, it's nothing,"

"No, No, wait. What are you not telling me? What is HE not telling me? I'm so- ah, dammit,"

"Confused?"

"Yeah, that's the word. But Blue, please tell me what I need to know about him. Because I'm sure that you've had experience with him harming someone he got close to, that you loved yourself. I know this is about me and Epic, but I'd rather not have you feel any guilt and if a shitty decision is made it's made under my control. I need to know, Blue. I'm not normally this kind, nor do I like showing weakness, but it's not like I have anything to lose here. And you know that. We both know that," Killer says in a worried rush of words.

"I- Okay. I'll talk. But are you sure you really even want to know? And yes. He has hurt someone close to me. But that's from emotional hurt he was feeling. He, well, he kinda loved me and it hurt him to see me with someone else who did too. Not romantically, but just, physically."

"Oh, I apologize. Um, yeah, go ahead. You can tell me everything or just a few things about him, I don't mind either way. Just, I don't wanna screw somethin' up," Killer says with a stutter every so often.

"Well, Epic was touch-starved. Just for starters. He always has been needy, and of course, he's still always been the dumb guy Cross is best friends with. But that didn't really help sustain his mentality. He didn't like talking about his mental or physical health because he felt like it dropped the mood. That was until he got physical with someone. That someone was the person I loved at one point. Someone who helped Epic a lot. He had a panic attack, and normally if he cannot calm down he gets a bit... aggressive, I'll just say. Violent, even. But he tries not to be anymore. He does his best. The reason I'm worried for you, though, is because if you two end up together or even just become close friends, there's a possibility he'll hurt you. Though it should come verbally, it's still not a good position to have him in. If this happens, just try and calm him down. I've found some of his interests over the years, I'll give you notes of what I've found. I of course have his dislikes, things you should know, and even just a list of dumb things that annoy him. I should have everything you'll probably ask for," Blue says. And with that, he concludes his monologue.

"That's a lot to take in, but I appreciate it. Thanks. And whatever you think I might need I'll take, you know a lot better than I do," Killer responds.

Blue smiles slightly and stands up, using a short-cut to go get the notes. He returns with a neat, maroon-colored book that seems like files put together.

He walks over to Killer and sits back down again, opening the book carefully. Its not full, but very organized and had quite a few detailed notes of a variety of sanses.

Apparently he keeps tabs on ones he finds suspicious, or they're things he's learned about these sanses. Blue slides the book into Killer's hand and allows him to look through it.

He handles it gently, flipping through each page quietly. He comes to a stop when he notices Ink in the book. His eyelights scan the details of his tab, carefully looking over each word and letter.

"Why is Ink in here?" He questions.

Blue looks up from playing with his thumbs, his pinpricks a small bit brighter.

"Oh! Right. That was from when I first met him. I keep tabs on people by how they act, treat other people, and even more. I organize it by the amount of problems they could cause and the amount of danger. Like a danger level,"

"But Ink's in the front?"

"Yes, he is. Mainly for danger level. Though Ink has some mental problems, so that is a factor. I don't keep tabs on everyone, just people I need to remember things about. I may be collective but I'm also very bad at remembering things," Blue says with an awkward laugh.

Killer smiles and looks back toward the book. He begins to flip through it again, asking questions every few pages.

"Why is Nightmare in here and Dream isn't?"

"Oh, that's because Dream poses no threat, and his problems stay at an extent or aren't very large. But I should probably add him. Thank you for the idea, Kills," Blue says softly.

"Alrighty then. And you're welcome, I think,"

Killer eventually finds one of a sans he didn't recognize.

           [  Alpha.  ]

Origin: AlphaTale

Status: Deceased

Relations: Error404, Brother
Swap Wingdings, S/O

Important Notes:

• The first AU ever created.

• Quiet and keeps to self. Alpha enjoyed spending his time alone at OceanTale.

• He made a lot of drawings of his brother, Ink, and Swap.

• Has bad anxiety. Luckily not prone to panic attacks, anxiety attacks, or breakdowns, but has a handful of nightmares on occasion.

• Listens to music often. Very clingy.

• Seems to have some sort of fear towards Ink.

• Likes to be positive when he can. Only makes puns when it won't bother anyone.

• Died year 2XX1. Took Error404 a lot of time to get over Alpha's loss. Seems like a different person now.

Other Information:

• Only able to be seen by some sanses after his death. This includes Swap, Ink, Gin, Dust, and Error404.

• He loves strawberry milk and has a very weird obsession with it. Really enjoys pocky sticks.

• He's very clingy for someone with trust issues.

• Other Sanses who I've
found to have history with him(other than I):

> Dreamswap!Blue
> Dreamswap!Ink
> Dreamswap!Gin
> Ct!Ink / Og!Ink
> Ct!Fresh / Og!Fresh
> Ct!Epic / Og!Epic
> Ct!Murder / Og!Murder

End of File. (Page 8)

. . .

Killer finished reading the page, and he questioned if he should mention Alpha to Swap.

He sighed. "I know it's not really my business, but who is Alpha?"

Blue felt a bit confused when he heard his name. He hadn't forgotten, but he also didn't know what to say.

After a moment of pure silence, Blue said, "Alpha was my first. My first friend, and my first love. This is why I wanted to warn you of Epic, because he participated in part of the reason on why Alpha couldn't trust me. He couldn't trust anyone for that matter.. Not even his own brother."

Killer had a shocked expression. "I can sympathize with that situation, and I'm sure Dust could too. It mentioned in the book that Dust had some history with Alpha, so maybe you could talk to him about few things,"

He pauses and awaits Blue's response, but he doesn't say a word.
"But, of course, I'm still fine with it-! Um, if that makes sense. And really, um, thank you for helping out with Epic," Killer says in a rush.

"I understand. You're welcome, Killer. I'm assuming you'll have to leave soon? We kinda just took you without thinking about anything you had to do," Blue spoke finally.

"Yes, I do. Gotta get back to boss's in about 15 minutes at this point. We've shared a lot."

"Oh, alright. Hand me the scrapbook, please," Blue says gently.

Killer turns the pages back to the first and places the open book into Blue's hands. He flips through quickly and pulls out a file that turned out to be a tab on Epic. "Here's everything you should need. I like to keep my stuff organized," He says with a gaping smile.

Killer instinctively smiles back and takes the file as Blue closes the book. "Want me to escort you out?"

"That would honestly be nice, but I'd hate for boss or the others 'ta see ya," Killer says somberly.

"Mweh, I'll live. I got my sword anyway. C'mon, I'll bring you back. No excuses, I'm helping you," Blue says, gathering a few of his things, most likely to take back to his base.

"Won't Dream and Ink be worried though?"

Blue creates a portal with a few materials he had, and they both walk through it. They begin slowly walking down the path leading down to Nightmare's Castle.

"Got injured on the last mission. They're still trying to complete it, just without me so I'm not harmed again. Be nice if I wasn't treated like a fuckin' toddler all the time by 'em though,"

"They do that to you? Damn, that's honestly a bit fucked up,"

"Yup, it is. Can't remember the last time they treated me like an actual person. I really wonder how they keep forgetting I'm an adult,"

"Honestly, I've never thought of you as a child, and, don't take offense to this. But uh, I've always seen you as kinda weak. Though I know you can take a hit,"

"Well, normally I wouldn't let myself get hit, but I see where you're coming from. I've been trained since the age of seven, though. So I wouldn't consider myself weak. But I don't specifically think I'm strong,"

"Well, howzabout we spar sometime? Just so ya can show me,"

"Show you what, my weaknesses?"

"No! I didn't mean it like that fuckhead,"

Blue snickers at Killer's comment.
"I was being sarcastic, dumbfuck," He says, stifling a laugh.

"Dammit- Fuck you, Blue," Killer says jokingly.

"Oh, When?" He responds.

Killer blushes out of embarrassment.
"HOLD ON, BITCH WHAT?"

Blue uncontrollably starts to laugh at a fuming Killer. "I WAS JOKINGG,"

A few more stupid conversations pass by and they eventually arrive at Nightmare's.

"Welp, I'm here. Thanks for comin' with me,"
Killer said.

"Welcome. That was honestly fun too," Blue responds with a shrug.

"True. Oh, I almost forgot," Killer says as he turns towards Blue. Pausing his sentence, he hands over a piece of paper to him. "Here's my number. Don't forget about our training," Killer finishes.

Blue smiles and thanks him. He waves, and once Killer arrives inside, he goes to the Star Sanses base.

> { Killer's Pov ♡ } <

I quickly went to my room since everyone else had already went to sleep. I made it home around 10:28, basically right on time. I went to check my phone after getting comfortable, and I noticed several messages that Epic had sent. I hesitantly opened the app.

                        [ Cool Gay Man ]
                                    10:50                                    

Cool Gay Man: Yo bruh! Wyd?? (Read)

Gaster's Weird Ass Son: nothin much, wbu E? (Read)

Cool Gay Man: chillin', uk how it goes bruh >:D (Read)

Gaster's Weird Ass Son: Lmao as if, yk ig no breaks here (Read)

Cool Gay Man: hey bruh, wanna come chill w me after your training tomorrow? (Read)

Gaster's Weird Ass Son:
y not, lol. (Read)
Got nothing better to do ne way (Read)
Any specific time? (Read)

Cool Gay Man: Sick! Meet me where we first spoke, yk the place? And whenever u get off, I'll meet u there bruh, just text me n lemme kno (Read)

Gaster's Weird Ass Son: Yup, got it. Meet u there tmr then. Gn for rn tho :)
(Read)

Cool Gay Man: Alr!! Gn bruh!
(Delivered)

Killer : (Gaster's Weird Ass Son), Is Offline

Epic : (Cool Gay Man) Is Offline

                              Chat Ended                             

Killer put his phone on the bedside table and walked over to his desk. He opened up the top drawer of the the desk and grabbed a pencil, plus some lined paper.

Killer really enjoyed drawing, he just never really has time for it. Normally he draws his friends, or even random aus, but tonight he ended up drawing something different.

The pencil lifted ever so often, as Killer put detail in every stroke. He let his hand control the pencil, and his mind made the image.

As he was near finishing the picture, a soft knock was heard. He dropped his pencil on the table. The noise startled him for a moment.

Killer sighed. "Come in."

It was Horror.

"Hey, I..I'm sorry If I'm bothering you, and I know it sounds stupid but I just had a nightmare," Horror says quickly.

"You can lay on my bed for right this minute. Want to tell me what happened?" Killer said audibly from his chair.

Horror walked over to the bed and got himself ready to talk.

.

The two talked for awhile, although Killer had to help Horror with several panic attacks that night, he was able to go back to sleep. When Horror left, Killer went to Nightmare's office.

.

He knocked on the door quite loudly.
Nightmare opened the door and asked Killer what he wanted.

"I wanted to talk to you about Horror. Aaand, the reason I keep asking to go out,"

Nightmare sighed and allowed Killer to walk inside. "Tell me what you need to. But for your sake, this better be worth my time," He said with a scowl.

Killer told Nightmare pretty much everything.

"I understand. I'll see if I can do anything about Horror's mishaps," He says, pausing. "So. You like this kid?"

"Yes boss. But I still want to consider the risk that comes with this. You know, all the stuff I told you-"

Nightmare clears his throat.
"Yes, I understand. Though I believe there's something you're missing. Did you forget your inability to feel love, or did you just so happen to think you could actually feel it?"

Killer was silent for a moment. "I see what you mean," he says with a sigh. "But I can't stand to watch him suffer," he says as blush appears on his face.

"I think I really love him,"