Horror had been outside all day, patrolling for any humans or monsters to take back to Nightmare’s Castle. A grunt left the large skeleton, his axe dragging across the snow at his feet, indenting a unique path alongside his boots. Horror was extremely tired. His singular working eye-light growing hazy before he suddenly stumbles, bumping into a creature before him.

Horror bumping into the smaller, positive skeleton made him stumble a little bit, instinctively catching Dream with his free hand so that he didn’t fall completely. The butcher’s red eye widened in shock as he realised that this was his boss’s brother.. Dream.

In a gruff, low voice, Horror muttered in a growingly flustered tone. “Er.. sorry, i guess…”