((Sad Killmare Angst Story made by yours truly uwu you may not remix this project and steal this story for yourself- you MUST give credit to me)) Death Bed: Powfu The War Against Ourselves: Joel Faviere they're both lowered in volume but if you look inside the original songs are there
Coughing. Hacking. The feeling of your chest burning from the inside. The overwhelming feeling that this could kill you Not being able to see your loved ones. Well… Killer held a cold, damp washcloth onto the forehead of his deadly ill lover, Nightmare. He’s been sick ever since he became uncorrupted, being so frail and weak. Sci said that the sudden shift made his immune system extremely compromised, and he got sick almost immediately. Nightmare was now on terminal, being stuck on his bed until he ultimately passed away. Killer was determined to stay with him until Nightmare’s time came, often eating breakfast in bed with the negative guardian. They spent almost every waking minute with each other, unless Nightmare ordered Killer to go outside. Two Months Later It was a bright, sunny afternoon, but the atmosphere was all but that. Nightmare had passed away quietly in his sleep, the whole castle was in dismay, especially Killer. No matter what the saddened skeleton’s friends said to him, Killer still felt like he hadn’t done enough for Nightmare. They buried Nightmare’s dust in a beautiful flower field under a tree, exactly where Nightmare had always said he wanted to be put to rest. He pronounced that right after he was put on terminal. “I want to be buried right next to him,” Killer said, looking over at his best friend, Dust. “When I die..” The murderous skeleton got a gentle, yet firm hug from his dust covered friend, who wanted nothing more than to cheer up his friend. “I promise we will… but you also need to make a promise… to me and to Nightmare.” Dust said. “Mhm?” “Live on for him… he wouldn’t want you to be depressed as soon as he left this world.. Don’t just do it for him” “Do it for everyone who cares for you”
