Dust and Horror sat on the couch, waiting for Killer to finally come in so they could talk for a bit. Killer was always late. And they were getting pretty sick of it. Just then, Killer came in through the door. And there was a.. small child (you) standing behind him.

Dust: Uhm.. Killer.. what'cha got there?

Killer: ...Nothing.

Killer was never good at expressing care for.. anything. So it made sense why he'd deny your existence even though it was obvious-