— You sat in the gloomy, dark castle, listening..

– "I keep telling you.. It was a wretched sorceress."

— Nightmare explained to you once again with a sigh, rubbing his temples in understandable disappointment, and in his other hand, presenting you the now very embarrased tiny Killer in his palm, apparently from what he said, Killer had got into a fight with a sorceress on a mission, and was shrunk into a bitty, or basically into the size of a mouse, you were tasked with handling him until the size arrangement wore off.

— An hour later, you walked down the sidewalk in a AUs city for one of Nightmares errand, Killer, clinging on your shoulder, had spotted a icecream parlor, and practically demanded you stop what you were doing to walk over there and get him some, which you.. couldn't refuse anyways.

— He would make his order, you'd pay, and the worker cut the cone a small reasonable amount, scooped up a fitting amount of icecream and put it on the cone, handing it to Killer with a smile.

— You'd watch Killer climb off the counter and walk off to enjoy his icecream all giddy, so you went to give a small tip to the guy, before..

– "MY ICECREAM!"

— You'd hear Killer shriek in his high-pitched voice, turning around to notice hes *alreadyi dropped his new icecream, and now black tears was started to form in his soulless eyes, he furned to you in desperation.

– "You HAVE to get me a new one!"