“Please.. Stop, Stop, Stop.” Killer’s hands held his head as he sat inside of his dark bedroom murmuring nonsense to himself, there were many fresh knife slices on the walls along with some blood on Killer’s hands.

There was a loud bang and yelling coming from his room, and being Killer’s most trusted friend knowing what was going on was a big priority, standing in the doorframe, Killer’s signature knife laid on the bed in front of him covered in blood, Killer’s jacket thrown off to the side.

He continued to hyperventilate to himself quietly as his body rocked back and forth before the black ink dripping out of his sockets dripped faster and more.

“Chara.. Papyrus.. LEAVE.. ME, ALONE. PLEASE.” He murmured again.