KilLerZxDreamY a continuation because I don't know what else to do.

Is Azzy okay? Is he high?

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Killer stared at the other skeleton, Dream. Dream was an odd one, definitely messed up in the head. Dream had been watching Killer for the past hour not saying a word. It made Killer uncomfortable. "So Dream," Killer asked nervously, Dreams eye lights flicked up paying full attention. "I need to get back home. My brother must be really worried about me."

"You have a brother?" Dream only seemed fixated on that one word. Killer nodded slowly. "I do too." Dream said excitedly, "Did you kill yours too?" Dream spoke with such positivity, Killer didn't know what to say for a good moment.

"No. Why- what. . ." Killer trailed off wanting to be careful about what he said. Dream must be really dangerous to be able to murder his brother, say things that are creepy with positivity, and be able to use healing magic despite being a demon. What can Dream not do? Dream tilted his head.

"I- I need some clothing." Killer changed the subject by gesturing to his body. "Ah!" Dream turned walking to a closet, opening it. He grabbed a black shirt and pants. "These good?" Dream turned to Killer, Killer nodded. Dream closed the closet doors and walked to Killer. Killer felt his whole body tense feeling nothing again. "I dress you." Dream slipped the shirt over Killers' head working his arms into the long sleeves. 'I can do it by myself' Killer yelled mentally at Dream. Dream took no notice as he was slipping the pants on Killer.

Once Dream was done he stood proudly like a little kid who used the toilet by themselves for the first time. Dream climbed on Killers' lap. Killer yelled more but to no use. Dream connected their mouths, Dream obviously enjoyed himself. Killer could only death glare the other through blurry eyes. Pleasure ran up his spine giving back his feeling.

As soon as it happened he pushed Dream away holding Dream by the shoulders to keep him there. "Don't." Dream tilted his head not seeming to understand. "You don't kiss people you don't know." Killer clarified for the other to understand. "But I do know you. I know your name, therefore, I know you." Dream tried to justify himself. "That's. . . That's not how it goes. You have to know favorite colors, hobbies, and you have to like them." Killer explained hoping he understood. "I do like you." Dream maintained eye contact, "What's your favorite color and hobbies?" Dream was like a little kid. "I-- nevermind. I need to get home." Killer slipped out of the bed seeing if Dream would do anything. A step, he fell.

Dream laughed, "You haven't walked in a week, you expect to walk normally?" Killer growled standing back up with much difficulty. "And you can't just waltz out. I live alone in a forest you'll get lost." Killer glared at the door then at Dream. "Then help me." Killer stared. Dream smirked, "Favorite color and hobby." Dream wouldn't give up. Killer looked back at the door really wanting to leave. He could fly but he didn't use them either.

"Red and sleep." Killer watched the door like it would magically open if he glared at it long enough. "Sleep is a hobby nowadays?" Dream asked teleporting by Killer, grabbing the angel's arm. "Nowadays?" Killer had confusion written on his face. Dream hummed. Dream took a step forward dragging Killer with him, almost literally.

Sundown

Killer could finally walk by himself but Dream still held onto his arm. "You act like you know the way to my house." Dream looked forward "You live on the top of the mountain with your older brother." Killer couldn't hold back his shock. "How--?" Dream interrupted him with laughter. "I was actually right?" Killer shuddered creeped out, "Yeah. You were right."

"Do you want to know my favorite color and hobbies?" Dream looked up at him, Killer's wings twitched, "Not--"
"My favorite color is yellow, my hobby is murder. Wait is murder a hobby?" Dream questioned himself. "I--" Killer couldn't get much in, "So what's your brother's name?" It was like Dream forgot what he said two seconds ago. "Blueberry."

Killer finally managed to say something. "But he goes by Blue." Killer stared ahead. "Blue." Dream copied huntudliy. "You're not planning on doing anything to him are you?" Killer looked at the smaller scared for his brother's life. Dream laughed, "No. That would hurt you. I don't want to do that." Dream looked ahead.

"I promised a slow death. If I did hurt your brother you'd be next."

"Wait what? Pardon? Are you trying to kill me slowly. What was in that medicine earlier?" Killer shouted as he started to panic. His feathers fluffed out.

"No, I'm not trying to kill you. A slow death to me is letting you live till you get killed by something or someone else. You can die twice you know." Dream stretched. Killer calmed his feathers going back into their places. "This is taking to long." Sickening cracks we're heard, it sounded like bones breaking. Killer stepped back from Dream seeing the noises come from him. Dream looked like he didn't care.

Something tore out of Dreams back tearing two holes in the back of Dreams shirt. They erupted into large white wings. They looked like angel wings. And they were. Killer stood shocked his eyesockets wide.

"What can't you do?"