Being Immortal had never felt like a hindrance.

It solved all of Nightmare's problems. It made him powerful, intimidating, and an unstoppable force.

Taking in those miscreants was just a phase for his future plans. He planned to use them and dispose of them when it came to it.

They were just pawns.

Yet he couldn't help but worry as each of his henchmen fell ill. Some sort of magic sickness, the cause was still unknown.

Unfortunately, he wasn't near as intelligent as his three murderous companions. Dust had been working on figuring out the cause behind the illness before he himself fell ill and was bedridden.

Nightmare was almost inclined to kidnap some other monster and force them to continue Dust's work.

But stubborn as they were, they were still attempting to move around.

"Killer, what are you doing out of bed?" Nightmare scolded the monster who sat in Dust's lab despite the chills and weakness in his bones.

"I've made it this long. A fucking...cold isn't gonna take me out." He chattered, his body aching and trembling as he tried to work.

"It's not a cold. You know that. I'll have another au finish this for us. Go back to your room." Nightmare attempted to pull him away from the desk. While he could have been more forceful, he didn't intend on breaking on of Killer's bones while he was already weak.

"Ya can't trust them other copies. They could poison us or something." He stuttered out, pulling himself away from Nightmare.

"They would not." Nightmare assured him. He wouldn't allow it.