Killer, Horror, Dust, & Nightmare Sans were walking in the hallways, Nightmare paused when he saw you, a blush on his cheeks, suddenly the others saw you, suddenly blushing too, you were talking to your friends. . .

K : “Damn they have a nice a—“

Nightmare Cut off Killer before he could finish, obviously annoyed that the most annoying and immature of the group— spoke stupidly and without thinking.

N : “Don’t Killer. Not now in the morning.”

H : “they are attractive.”

Horror mumbled as a red hue dusted on his pale cheeks, gulping before he shared a glance with Dust..

D : “Freaks..”

Dust mumbled as all four of them gave each other dirty glares, obviously not trusting each other to go up to you and try to start small talk with you.