Cry

this is what happened right

It's the anon of the erm bsp "found family" mistreating Killer again

Killer, stage 2, he's fine with this life. He has a purpose, do these things his boss tell him to do. The things always have something new in store. So, he gets what he wants, no reason to care about being sorrounded by lovebirds.

But then the truce happens. Now the only 'missions' would be shopping sprees, but Killers not trusted with that either. So Killer gets nothing new. To make up for that, he tries getting something new out of his co-workers instead. There's probably plenty of things that could give Killer what he wants, but the others doesn't help him figure things out. They don't help him with his problems and needs as they do each other. He already messes with them a bit, but now with nothing else to sustain, he makes it everyone else's problem. And they HATE him for it.

Killers constantly bothering everyone else, maybe playing with their feelings or messing with their stuff. It makes him all the more insufferable. No one is happy with this, not killer either.

Also thinking about another thing... Killer having times when everything gets too much and he gets really anti social. Or more like, he shuts up for once and doesn't keep his constant grin. It's so obvious that he's not okay but that fact is so easily ignored because the others just don't care. Killer shows that an insult actually hurt him and they'd just brush it off or think he's being dramatic "because that's the kind of person Killer is

Hello bsp ‘found family’ anon (for lack of a better nickname 😔) 👋. Glad to see you again, and I love that idea.

Especially given how i think boredom would probably be the worst sensation/feeling for Stage 2. It’s overwhelming and probably extremely aggravating. Denying him access to something new, novelty, is probably akin as to locking him in a dark room for years on end or like, extreme sensory deprivation.

To him, it’s literal torture. To them, it’s just killer being annoying and acting out for attention. Even as he gradually escalates into increasingly more and more self destructive and violent behavior, unable to communicate his needs because he’s so dissociated and disconnected from them.

There may even be a period where he lashes out at all of them by continually killing himself and Resetting, if he’s able to in Nightmare’s castle, forcing them to relive the same day over and over until they give him..something, he wouldn’t have the words to explain it in a way they’d understand.

Inside the Soul Resides The Inner Child. Passive Nightmare Sans Art!

I think if Passive Nightmare Sans somehow got rid of the corruption, he would embrace his inner child and experience everything he read in books that he wanted to go to as a child to heal from trauma.

P:S! I made the kimono not show Passive’s feet because I wanted to give the impression that he didn’t check the size of the kimono before putting it on since he was too excited to experience the places he wanted to be as a child (which is Japan in this one) that he would of not realized it was too big for him. If I made any mistakes on the kimono, let me know 🩵

Passive Nightmare Sans belongs to Jokublog.

SOMETIMES Nightmare needs to indulge them in their mortal needs... to keep them functioning yk. But yk to be as lazy as possible just have them sleep together..

The bad guys having a small moment in bed together because of a bad day for Killer.

Like one where Killer is going through one of his episodes where his soul fluctuates all weird and fucked, and it leaves him to just lie in bed and decay.

It was never something he could control on his own- a crushing feeling he's always lived with that only had gotten worse after his transformafion into... Well, whatever the hell he is now.

Certainly not monster.

Not human either.

Something else entirely.

And wasn't that just something?

Cross is the first to check up on him because he wasn't there to kick down his door first thing in the morning, and he gets worried easily.

He sees Killer curled up on his side and stalls at the door, unsure of what to make of what he's seeing. His teammate, the ball of chaos that he is, is so eerily still and small. His shoulders are hunched in on himself and his eyes look emptier than they usually do. Gross puddles of black are dripping down from his mattress, and he can't help but hold back a face of disgust.

But, Cross knew a thing or two about awful no-good, very bad days. So, he would simply close the door behind him and quietly walk over to Killer's bed. He'd crawl on in with Killer (after quietly asking for permission, of course) and settle down with him. Maybe press his back to Killer's.

Remind him that he's there.

He's not alone.

No words would be exchanged- they both aren't the best when it comes to this sort of thing anyways. But that's okay. They have each other.

Horror would be second. Probably would check on them after they skipped lunch. He'd have both of their plates in hand when he nudges the door open, maybe would take a moment to look the situation over.

He'd quietly set the food down on Killer's night stand and then settle down beside the bed. He'd fold his arms on the side of the mattress and pat Killer's leg, asking quietly if he's alright.

Horror would wait patiently for Killer to find his words- find his bearings. Cross would listen to.

Dust would stumble upon them third, unnerved by the silence of the castle. He'd see everyone huddled together and slip in unnoticed.

When he settles down at the foot of the bed, though, he'd probably be pulled into the small cuddle pile on the bed.

Killer would probably be a little more responsive by then, and would have dragged Horror onto the bed too.

Nightmare would be last.

Although I'd suspect he was probably there the entire time: sitting in the shadows and watching from afar. Unsure if the best course of action would be to reach out and take care of it, or to let Killer sort through his feelings himself.

He wouldn't emerge until nightfall, when the whole crew would be fast asleep in their cuddle pile.

Then, and only then, would be reach out to quietly pet each of their heads.

vampire miku!!!! ❤️🦇💟

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Happy Priiiiiide to you….

Happy Priiiiide to you….

I know it’s the 30th LMAO happy 5 hours of pride month left guys

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Plus this doodle😛 laundry day >_<

he is pretty :]

I drew this a few days ago and wanted to post it earlier but I got real anxious bout it for some reason?? Anyway it’s here now

Dream - Jokublog