(WELL, TRYING OUT THIS NEW SHIP SO--

GET READY  TO READ XD)

Also, I am definitely not as comfortable with writing Killer in this sort of way as I am literally anyone else but I'll try owo

For underfellmoron24

"Uh... Boss?" 

Nightmare looked up from the fridge door. His daily routine of just chilling by the fridge and deciding on what to eat was rudely interrupted by a certain skeleton with cleaning issues. "What."

Dust leaned against the counter, glancing over at the living room area. "Okay, I know it's none of my business to know anything, BUT-" He walked to the balcony, gesturing down to the fight below. "WHAT. IN THE HELL. IS GOING ON??" 

The castle was built in a way so that although there were many floors, they opened up at some parts so that you could see to the lower floors. It made jumping and ambushing invaders a lot easier as well as add a sweet view. Nightmare joined Dust at the balcony and looked over the chaos, cracking open a soda. He watched in curiosity as knives and fists were thrown. Apparently, by the looks of it, Cross and Killer were having a fight. Over what? No one knew. 

Well, until Horror barely managed to climb to where the other two were. "FOR THE LOVE OF ME STILL BEING ALIVE AND NO KNIVES SHOVED UP MY #SS, WILL YOU PLEASE STOP THEM??"

Nightmare took a slow sip of his drink before setting it down on a convenient table. "Why should I? It's fun to watch."

"Because I'm pretty sure this will end with one killing the other." Dust grumbled, dodging a knife thrown in his direction. 

"Alright then. So?" Nightmare still looked between them, unfazed. If one did actually kill the other, he didn't care much for it. After all, he'll find some bullcrap way to resurrect them anyways. Besides, both skeletons have one form or another of Determination, so they should be fine.

Right?

"Well," Dust said, thinking for a moment. "I believe Dream's following is increasing by the millisecond and we need as many people as we can get."

"Mm." Nightmare thought it over quietly, watching. 

Horror joined the two, catching his breathe. "Plus, those two are fighting over you, Boss."

Nightmare not so subtly choked on his drink, coughed for two seconds before looking to Horror on his left. "Pardon?"

"Something about how 'Nightmare is Mine!' and 'You can't have him'." Horror waved a hand in explanation as Dust managed to catch on, smirking. "I'm getting a drink."

While Horror trudged to the kitchen, Dust gave Night a wicked smile. "Sounds to me like they both, I don't know, like you."

"Like me?" Night looked to the two fighting and back at Dust. "That's both weird and impossible."

"I don't know," The other shrugged, looking down. "Love is weird that way."

~

Nightmare couldn't help remembering those words as he stood in the doorway of his castle. He planned on going out by himself to catch some fresh air, not stand in the doorway while he watched the two most annoying skeletons bicker with each other.

"Nightmare, I'll go with you. Dream's forces are probably lurking right outside of our land and waiting to strike! You need backup!" Cross insisted. He was the only one which used Nightmare's actual name when addressing him and still had his head. Well, besides those stupid Star Sanses. If he could, he'd gladly pop their heads right off.

"Well, if that's the case, then the more the merrier!" Killer hissed to Cross, jabbing the back of his knife at Cross' chest.

"I don't need help protecting him, Barcode face!" Cross growled, shoving him off. 

"You can't even protect yourself!" Killer snarled, coming at him with his blades.

And there you have it. Another worthless fight which will get no one anywhere. Nightmare let out a long, long sigh. Breathe in. Breathe out. Don't snap their pathetic spines in half. Don't. It would be a waste of time anyways. The leader quietly walked into the battle, standing in between the two before they could accidentally cut off their arms or something. Using his tendrils, he snatched them from the ground and hoisted them into the air, suspending them far apart. The two stopped their struggling and looked down at their crush- I MEAN THEIR BOSS. 

Nightmare looked at the both of them. "Stop your fighting and do something useful instead. If the both of you wanted to patrol the area so badly, then be my guest." With that, he turned and launched the both of them out of the door. They landed with a hard CRUSH in the withered landscape, losing a few HP. Nightmare stood in the door, glaring at them. "Don't come back once you figured it out."

The door slammed shut.

~

"Do you think you made the right decision?" Dust looked from the window to his boss, an unsure look on his face.

"Of course. I'm always right." Nightmare was drinking the soda from before, probably lost in thought.

They hung out in silence, neither one speaking a word before Dust finally spoke up.

"Can I ask a question?"

"Depends on the question." Nightmare answered, suspicious already. Dust never really asked any stupid questions, but judging by his tone, it sounded like he didn't want to get hit. Or killed.

"They both like you, right? So, which one would you prefer?"

Nightmare choked a second time. He should stop drinking beverages around Dust in general if he was going to keep asking stupid questions. "Dust, what the hell."

"I'M JUST SAYING." He rose his arms in defense, preparing to get thrown out the window. Well, good. Nightmare was going to.

That was, until, he actually thought over the question.

He considered it. What would he do? Who would he choose? 

Then, another question arose.

Nightmare thought about it again, over and over until it sounded right in his head. "Hm. Actually, that does seem... intriguing."

Dust swallowed any words he was about to say for he recognized the face Nightmare had plastered on.

It wasn't good.

~

Killer and Cross sat in their own little patches of decaying grass, each sitting cross-legged and cross-armed. 

"This is your fault." Cross began.

"How is this my fault?" Killer quietly growled.

Cross waved his hands. "You existed."

"Well, actually, I existed longer than you have." The other smirked. 

"Ew. Grandpa."

"Ew. Baby."

"This is sad." The other two turned at the familiar voice, staring at Nightmare. "I thought one of you would be dead by now or something."

"I can fix that-" Killer quickly pulled out his weapon but Nightmare rose his hand. 

"No, don't. Or else, well, I wouldn't be able to do this." And without another word, Nightmare lifted Cross from the ground and grabbed him by his shirt, bringing him into a kiss.

Oh, Killer's reaction was priceless.

When they pulled away, Cross was as purple as Barney's butt. He whispered something under his breathe as he did the equivalent of freaking out, 'senpai' or something.

Black goo cascaded down Killer's face as his target appeared, burning brighter than ever. "Cross, you're de-"

Killer was then interrupted by a kiss from Nightmare as well, freezing in his place. Heat rushed up to his face and he was redder than that one meme Nightmare saw a while ago. A echidna, he thought?

(Nightmare now has a tumblr and has seen da memes-)

The two both sat there, wide-eyed and flushed as Nightmare smiled in victory. "You know what,  I don't have to choose." Using his tentacles, he scooped the both of them up and walked back inside. 

(what da heck-

I NEVER THOUGHT I WAS CAPABLE OF WRITING A PERSON X PERSON X PERSON BUT-

HERE WE ARE???)