— Killer Sans ‐

Killer Sans was cooking something simple but satisfying. His crooked smile was more relaxed than usual, a rare moment of tranquility in the dark base where they both resided. Without turning around, he called out to his partner —Killer: "Nightmare, can you come here? I need you to cut the vegetables." Nightmare appeared in the doorway, his tentacles waving calmly. He didn't seem too excited, but he approached, taking the knife with a firm gesture. However, as he cut, his thoughts betrayed him. His turquoise pupils flickered with slight insecurity Nightmare said: Will you ever leave me and abandon me Killer..? He slowly turned towards Nightmare, his usual smile disappearing as a shadow of seriousness invaded his face. In a swift movement, he cornered him against the table, placing both hands on the sides of Nightmare's body, preventing him from escaping.

“Where do you get these ideas?” Killer said, his voice low and gravelly, but charged with an intensity.