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Black Sesame Milk

Girl, I genuenly thought first that you were gonna say he's sleeping.

But on the other hand, Nightmare can take away negative emotions to use them, right (Or at least that's my headcanon, idk how you feel about that)? But he isn't taking away his negative feelings, because he enjoys it. And that could be one of the reasons why he wanted Killer to join him in the first place. He wanted to feel all that negativity stronger, he wanted to enjoy it more, so he came up with the solution that he brings the source, A.K.A. Killer closer to himself.

And so, Nightmare isn't letting Cross, Dust and Horror help him neither, because with their help his negativity source would get weaker in minutes.

i don't think we talk about when Killer isn't smirking or causing chaos.

Those dark moments he has alone in his room when he can't think of anything to do, or is too unwell to get up and do anything. Nothing can distract him from the horrors of his trauma.

Hatred having no outlet other than himself.

reblog the money pigeon for a financially stable future

I maaaaay or may not take this idea and shove it down the rabbit hole (read: put it into one of the drafts I'm currently having [theres like 16 at least but who cares])

We need more Sci appreciation

Specifically of the scifi genre

Clean surfaces and AI (the cool kind like R2D2 and Connor from Detroit Become Human) and superstructures

I wanna see Sci working with interfaces and joining couplings and sautering panels in the walls

I want to see him program and tinker with sleek robotic beings and get augments

I want to see his arm replaced with a futuristic prosthetic and his eyes replaced with synthetic ones

And i want to see him go to a dark seedy underbelly to buy parts that have stopped being produced

And BUILD his own brother

Just watched Arcane yesterday.

God, I have never been so traunatized my entire life not even after learning FNaF lore

Also hyped for the next season, I'm gonna go insane before November

Another piece? I feel like checking if I have a fever (rambling under cut)

I HATE that fur around his neck. It turned out better than I thought it would tho

Also, his design here is not accurate but I couldn't craw his eyelight right, so...

(I know their teeth is bad. Idc. Come at me)

LMFAO

I'm genuenly and unironically impressed by people from thailand.

because just look at this image real quick.

I'm having a stroke just by looking at these characters and YOU'RE TELIING ME NOT ONLY CAN YOU UNDERSTAND AND PRONOUNCE THIS SHIT PERFECTLY YOU ALSO HAPPEN TO USE IT IN YOUR EVERYDAY LIFE-

long story short I respect people whose first language has different characters than english but still bothered to learn it and put up with the shit thats out on the internet everyday despite the fact they could most likely have been able to choose not to

i hate that "that that" is grammatically correct. why is english the joke language

Something, something... Angst art :>

I played a bit with the filters on the second one

Also Wraith I will write my part as soon as my pretty little head will be so kind and remember what I wanted to write yesterday

Also I know I didn't quote Nightmare perfectly but I drew this at like 10 pm yesterday and I remembered it wrong pretend that's what he said-

Wrote something based on the idea Cray and I thought of:

Desperation wasn't new to Killer. It was what drove him into madness in the first place, filled his soul with so much Hate that he scarecely recognized himself as a Monster. Sometimes, he'd find himself lost in the hallways of the castle while his soul melted like those DT-riddled amalgams.

And he knew Nightmare wasn't far behind, hands and claws grasping at his shoulders and throat, whispering all of his sins like a Judge. It wasn't rare to see Killer hunched against a wall and sob so hard he choked on his own breath.

He'd remember Cross try making his way to him - or was that Horror? - and say something muddled but stop. Maybe they realized he was a lost cause and gave up trying. Or Nightmare simply selt them away. He can't quite tell with how his sockets flood with liquid Hate.

Sometimes, he seeks Nightmare out before an episode, when he can feel it in the back of his mind and thrumming in his soul. Staggering into Nightmare's office and collapsing at his feet as his legs gave out.

If there was one thing he did remember, it was the way Nightmare smiled at him. Like someone sick with pleasure at seeing another in pain. It was a mean smile, one he'd made all the time before the episodes came more frequently. It was a wonder Nightmare still sent him on missions. Maybe he liked watching Killer try to take lives before seizing up.

"Killer."

His head tilts up from his spot on the dark carpet, knees rubbed raw from kneeling.

"Who allowed your thoughts to wander. Pay attention."

With that, punishment came swift and agonizing - a tentacle had shot itself right through his ribs and forced his body to tilt back as he was pinned in place.

"AAAAGH!!! Uhhhnn...! Hah... hah.....hah... sorry...." He grunts out, pain shocking through his bones with every faux breath.

Every moan of pain was met with a slow twist of the tendril, never once giving Killer a moment of reprieve.

"Mm. You came to my office to hurt. Don't waste my generosity."

Killer slowly grins, he cant help it. Yeah... He deserved this. He needed it. Someone to keep hurting him. Because after all that fucked up stuff he did, maybe it was about time he paid for it.

Another tentacle shot through him, and his head was thrown back as he screamed. He screamed and eailed until his throat was hoarse and no sound could escape. Nightmare's laughter quickly filled the silence instead, his twisted glee replacing his bloodcurdling screeching.

Any would have thought this was torture beyond measure, a fate anyone would do anything to avoid meeting again.

But they knew. They both knew.

He would come back for more.