#butcherknife

They were both sent out into this au, with only themselves to count on for a mission. A quite brutal one since the winter was at worst this time of month in the timeline they were in.

Everyday they were suppose to spread hysteria through the population for negativity. It was the most boring mission they could ever be in. Break some shit, Go home, and eat. Though, Horror skipped the eating part. This went on repeat for days.

They were suppose to stay there a few weeks or until Nightmare was satisfied and brought them home.

To killer this was hell. It was the loop in his au all over again. The same damn shit on repeat. It was the opposite for Horror, who was pleased to go by an easy pattern. A easy job was all that mattered to Horror. The only thing Killer could do to stay sane was to think up of multiple ways to spread the all so wonderful ‘hysteria’ Nightmare wanted. It quickly became less endearing over time though when he ran out of ideas.

Horror barely did anything. He stayed in the cabin all damn day and basically hibernated. There was no point of doing anything when it was Killer’s only productive activity to do to cope with a mission that ticked him off.

Unfortunately for this day, the blizzard stopped Killer from having something to do. He couldn’t leave to do the job. Not with the hell storm outside. Being cooped inside was slowly pushing him into the deepend of no return.

He needed something NEW to do on this stupid mission.

Killer found himself making his way to Horror. He could see Horror was out cold. At this point, he held little care his teammate was at peace. Killer needed anything to happen to stimulate his brain. He shook the other awake hastily, before whispering quietly to the other, “wakey wakey~”

The other skeleton woke with a displeased expression. He turns away from the other with an annoyed grunt, hoping he’ll be let alone to fall back asleep. However, Killer was persistent.

“Wake up, now, H. I’ll knife you pretty if you don’t.” Killer dared to give quiet whispering threads. It worked though and Horror begrudgingly sits up with a glare. “Awww, pissed I woke you from your beauty rest?”

Horror’s face just scrunched up more. He gives a huff in disdain in reaction. “The fuck you want?”

“I’m bored. Empty. I need something new to do ~” Killer cues. His tone playful yet having a hint of pain in it. He would do anything to feel something other than nothing.

“How the fuck that my problem? Cut yourself somewhere new and fuck off.” Horror growled and lays back down. He didn’t have any ounce of mercy or pity in his voice.

Killer’s smile twitched a bit. “Like I haven’t already. I’m serious. I need something. Anything.” He stares down Horror with a soulless expression. It was creepy, but truthfully he was in need.

Horror is silent for a moment. He didn’t necessarily like Killer. Ever since he joined the gang he has been a nuisance. A constant nuisance. “Fine. Give me your hand.”

Killer immediately smiles wide. His soul glows bright and excitement fills him. “Oh jee, What have you got planned, freakster?”

Horror frowned. He already regrets this. “Never fucking call me that.” Horror grips Killer’s wrist and enveloped the finger in his mouth.

Killer froze. There was not much he knew of Horror to be honest. Horror kept to himself and he didn’t like giving off any information. It always bugged him how stubbornly he kept his mouth shut. But, he did know one thing. Horror has a few stories about him being a full-blown cannibal. The moment he took his finger in his mouth, he was unsure he’d get it back.

Horror took his finger out his mouth and grinned.“What’s wrong? Too scary?”

A gulp came from Killer. This is the idea Horror came up with? Really? “Are you…gonna bite off my damn finger?”

Horror hums, acting as if he needs to think about it. “Only if you don’t pussy out. Ya’know I haven’t ate in a while.”

Killer processed the information. He questioned if sacrificing his finger was worth it, but when he thought about laying waste instead….it became an easy decision. A dark smile displays on his face. “Well, it would certainly be something new.” His finger press up to Horror’s teeth, ready for that outcome. Horror had his full undivided attention. He must be beyond ill to willfully go with this.

Horror eyelight widens a bit, completely expecting Killer would wimp out. At least think about it for a full minute. “You’re really fucking sick.” A pretty hypocritical statement, considering he’s the cannibal. He was the real sickening one.

“Sick with excitement…~” Killer cues. “Now get on with it,” He barks at the other with a patience ran thin. Never in Horror’s life has he had someone rush him to cannibalize them. It felt different than a struggling victim.

Horror rolls his eyelight in return then grins. “Just know, I won’t lend a ‘finger’ when your hand bleeding to hell.” Horror intakes Killer’s finger again and his cricked sharp teeth scrape against it. Killer was already gulping again. It was like pulling a tooth out, but with a whole damn finger.

Horror didn’t linger. He doesn’t take any extra time to make sure the other was on board. His teeth sudden bite down from the metacarpal of Killer’s bony finger.

Killer yelled out in agony. A outpour of black tar escapes the sockets after the motion. By instinct, his hand tried to pull away, but Horror’s grip on his wrist and kept it right in place. Horror had chewed down the finger and swallowed it like nothing.

Even after Horror took his finger, his mouth kept sucking upon the immediate bleeding from what was now a pathetic stub. Killer watches it all with wide eyes. A awful shiver and tremble came over his body.

When he was satisfied, Horror pulled the ‘finger’ out, if you can even call it that anymore.

Killer’s vision was hazy. Once Horror had completely let go, Killer lifts his hand up to get a good look at it. He could make out that his finger was definitely not there, despite feeling like it was still there with him.

Everything seemed hard to process now. He heard Horror say something, certainly cocky, but couldn’t make out what he said at all.

He still stood there really, looking at the aftermath. His soul looked so out of fritz. As a few moments passed, they both have gone silent.

Horror kept a watchful eye on him. Once they’re home, he knows he’ll have to explain why Killer needs urgent care. He wasn’t looking up to it.

Killer soon falls limp onto Horror. Horror couldn’t say he wasn’t surprised. Killer was out like a light. A sigh comes from Horror, observing the soul of Killer’s and the lack of a finger. He knew he said he wouldn’t lend a hand to help his sorry ass, but he felt he gosh damn needed to now. Killer was so out of it, he couldn’t do it himself.

Horror held his head in annoyance, as if he was the one the got the worst bargain. He wasn’t the one who was passed out cold. He stood to get some of the bandage wrap they packed for the mission. Considering they didn’t have to do much for the mission, he didn’t think they’d need it. He also brought with him some alcohol, which he thought would be used for drinking and not disinfecting.

Before doing anything, he just looks Killer over. He looked so peaceful. More peaceful when he was beyond bored. It was crazy to think that his teammate is so bothered by the thought of having nothing to do and having to do the same thing everyday, that it could drive him this bonkers. What a crazed lunatic.

Horror sits killer up. Alcohol wasn’t the best for disinfection, but it was the best they had right now. He puts it on the bloody bub of a finger, then patches it up. A unconscious hiss comes from Killer as he does so.

For a moment, Horror thought he was done, but then thought about Killer saying he cut himself earlier. It’s not his problem. It wouldn’t be so bad to patch up some cuts. What else is there to do in this abandoned cabin? Mind as well.

Horror lifts the shirt and sleeves up to search for the cut. There’s all kinds of cuts on Killer, but there was only two that look like they’ve been done today. He gives the cuts the same treatment as the bloody nub on Killer’s hand: Disinfect then patch up.

Did he really have to do that? Not really. He questioned why he did and hopes Killer just doesn’t ask any questions when he wakes up. He sat beside Killer after everything was done. He was too tired to bother putting the medical supplies away.