𝐓𝐡𝐞 𝐦𝐮𝐫𝐝𝐞𝐫. . .

✱𝙔𝙤𝙪 𝙣𝙚𝙫𝙚𝙧 𝙡𝙚𝙖𝙧𝙣 𝙝𝙤𝙬 𝙩𝙤 𝙦𝙪𝙞𝙩, 𝙙𝙤𝙣'𝙩 𝙮𝙤𝙪?

"Oh lorddd"

" mmm..Killing..mostly or destroying...small stuff, i'd provide food, housing, necessity, protection as if you were my own and whatever you desire..as long as you stay loyal..agree and you get freedom, refuse? you'll be left here..forever in the cycle."

He smiled and then sat properly "..i can get you out of here...and i don't just mean out of the underground, i mean..out of the cycle..the underground..the surface..you can live with my in my Alternate Universe...My homeland..but..you'd have to work for me as a bad guy..."

" mmm..you'd love my home land...blood and dust everywhere..." He chuckled and sat back, giving some space "Let me give you an offer..if you have an open ear to listen."

" Mmmm..thats a nice name...but..i think a nickname would suit you...what about..murder?..ooorrrr..dust? well first..why are you the only other soul i sense here?... " The other got close to sans' face, nightmare had freckles head to toe....Sorry...he doesn't know personal space.

" Hallucinations? Well if that what we're speaking off, i do say, i suffer from them too.....Nightmare, refer to me as Night or what another fiend of mine likes to say 'Puddin'...ugh... " * He sits down, he's 3'4, he's basically an angry ball of goop. * " Whats your name?. . ."

[ @MurderDust4ever ] >Nightmare teleported to dusts au and look around, it was calm, quiet...he loved it..but he sensed another soul and followed the sense..he saw dust and tilted his head< Greetings mortal.