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Dust flew in to the living room with such force he could barely maintain on his feet. They just came back from a tough mission and they all were exhausted. Now that The Star Sanses had Cross on their side with an occasional help from Error - they were clearly outmatched and outnumbered. His energy was also not balanced as the spikes of them from the mass killing and the downs from the usage were in such a short time his SOUL didn't had the time to absorb and convert it for his benefit. The unpleasant tension wasn't also doing it for him. Now Dust just needed to find a quiet place for him to rest in this horrific mansion.. well it looks more like a castle.. where lives a mass murderer with schizophrenia, serial killer with a fucking clicking tic, a monster that could fight off with his bare hands probably everyone here (except for Nightmare of course), and a fucking nose goop that was much stronger than a blob should be. In their lovely household wasn't a day without screams, shouts, curses and/or breaking a thing. Most times Dust enjoyed watching the chaos as he wasn't the one to be blamed for it - most times (always) it was Killer. With his bird brain Killer though, that flirting with Insanity and the Pure Negative Energy itself was a good idea was now earning the consequences of his own actions. But as much as Dust was enjoying the show being played in front of him, this was just to much for him. The quietest place in the whole castle (that he had access to) was his own dorm as he miraculously managed to convince Nightmare to allow him to have acoustic foams on the underside of his door and on the cracks between his door and the frames muffling any sound from outside.

Hours later now, groaning and stretching his neck to feel his cervical vertebrae pop, Dust trashed on his mattress in discomfort. The spikes of energy from killing monsters were getting beyond endurance. The feeling of want to do something, yet the tiredness were a mix he found the most annoying. He knew he had to do something with it, otherwise he will go crazy.. more than he is already. Unfortunately, getting teleported to an AU to whipe it's inhabitants was out of the table, as Nightmare was now resting, his energy pretty spent now that The "Star" Sanses had extra members. He could.. quickly getting up Dust, as if in a hurry, left his dorm and made his way towards the main hall. He could always spar with Killer or Insanity! This was great as both of them could never say no to a spar.. But where the fuck where they now when Dust needed them the most? He knew that Killer was everywhere and nowhere at the same time, but missing Insanity was impossible as his clicking tic was revealing his position, so the fact that Dust couldn't find neither of them was annoying but a bit worrisome at the same time. Clicking his tongue in annoyance Dust summoned some smal bones and fiddled with them between his phalanges, destroying them as fast as he made them. If he wanted this energy to go, he needed to-

CLANK

Dust snapped his head back. The noise was coming out of the castles kitchen which only one monster resident in(as only he really used it for anything else than to just grab a laying in a  basket pear or take a sip of water or coffee). Horror, his dear boyfriend. Making his way to the kitchen what Dust wasn't expecting was to meet his boyfriend while in his own episodes. Horror was twitchy, nervous as his hands were flying from one cupboard to another one grabbing a handful of spices to throw them at the roasting chicken that laid on the so heated pan that Dust was concerned it'll brake from the overheat. His bloody left eye was roaming through the kitchen only stopping at some dishes that were laid on the kitchen counter which only now Dust noticed. These dishes were refined. Cupcakes, tubetti ravioli with seaweed and.. mullet? Chicken tikka massala, a big pot of spaghetti, three whole trays of macaroons and some yellow sweets in a small circular bowl that Dust once spotted when they were on the surface of some AU. Horror was making food of anything he could, slowly emptying their shelves. Dust needed to calm his boyfriend down if he wanted him back to his old self. Taking a step forward-

Dust froze.

Horror's head was now fully turned almost 180 degrees and eyed Dust as if he saw any danger in him. Relaxing once recognizing that the supposing "threat" was his boyfriend, Horror turned back to the counter and started to count each dish, how many portions are from it and how long would it take till it spoils. Horror seemed as if he was hypnotized only focused on the amount of food displayed in front of him. Dust slowly made his way towards his partner, and hugged him from behind locking Horrors arms to his sides. Nuzzling into the taller ones back, Dust loosen his grip if Horror wanted to slip out, but nothing like that was made from the taller skeleton. Horror looked back at Dust and sighed his head hanging low. He slowly turned around and hugged his boyfriend back, nestling his head in the crook of his partners neck. Good. Horror was calmer. But as much as Dust was happy to get his boyfriend back into sanity (at least the resemblance of it), his own impatience was only growing with his need for relief. He needed Horror to finally pin him to the soft foams of his bedroom and just.. A smile appeared on Dusts face as he took a step back from Horror leaving his warm hug and just lead him through the long, as if never ending corridors upstairs to his own dorm. Dust will take what's his.

He was so glad that Horror had barley any magic left because of his accident. Fighting his partner without it would result in his defeat, but when Dust was able to show off his own magic he easly towered Horror. That's why Horror was now laying on his bed with his wrists up in the air supported by two of Dusts bones sticking out of the wall tying them to their place. His legs bend in the knees supported by the sharp bones that kept them this way. The red cloth in Horrors mouth matched his (only) good eye so perfectly it made Dust shiver. Oh, he looked so delicious like that. As if he was a dish only meant to be on a display. Too bad Dust will eat him up. But.. seeing how shaky Horror, was avoiding eye contact with him hit him like a truck. Leaving the black material that was meant to be tied on Horrors eye sockets on his neck, Dust shivered as guilt struck him. What the fuck was he doing? Was he.. Oh stars.. No, no nononono! Slowly with shaking hand Dust cupped Horror face and gently kissed his forehead in a apologetic manner. He was disgusting.

- *𝐢'𝗺 𝘀𝝾𝗿𝗿𝘆 𝗵𝝾𝗿𝗿𝝾𝗿. 𝐢'𝐥𝐥 𝗴𝝾 𝗴𝗲𝘁 𝘀𝝾𝗺𝗲 𝘄𝗮𝗿𝗺 𝘁𝝾𝘄𝗲𝐥𝘀 𝗮𝗻𝗱 𝘄𝗲 𝗰𝗮𝗻.. 𝗰𝘂𝗱𝗱𝐥𝗲? 𝝾𝗿 𝐢'𝐥𝐥 𝗷𝘂𝘀𝘁 𝐥𝗲𝗮𝘃𝗲 𝘆𝝾𝘂 𝗮𝐥𝝾𝗻𝗲, 𝗮𝐥𝗿𝐢𝗴𝗵𝘁? 𝐢'𝗺 𝘀𝝾 𝘀𝝾𝗿𝗿𝘆. - Dust whispered and leaned forward pressing their foreheads together. What the fuck was wrong with him? Moving back Dust planted one last kiss on Horrors forehead to which he huffed with content and relief. He dismissed the bones letting Horror rub the sensitive wrists and apologized again before he left his on room heading towards the bathrooms. 

Now left alone, Horror was slowly getting back to himself. Taking deep breaths he felt his ribs expanding and compressing calming his thumping SOUL. Untying the red material off made him feel free as never. Leaning his head back Horror was almost soothed and when he heard footsteps he smiled. His face frowned for a second not recognizing these steps. They were heavier and faster than Dust's.. Maybe it was because of the emotions and guilt that followed him because of what he was about to do? Horror payed it no mind and just sank further into the soft mattress waiting for his boyfriend to have a long talk about what just happened. He understood that Dust was also having it tough, but that didn't justify his actions. When Dust got back Horror felt shivers running up his spine right to his bloody eye sockets. That was weird.. was he stressing about the conversation? Maybe. Dust got on the bed almost immediately after entering the room and almost launched himself at Horror, their mouths connecting. Taken by surprise Horror hit his head hard and the wall behind him and grunted in pain parting his teeth allowing his partners tongue to enter his cavern and lick all his teeth as if he was fascinated by them. Horror put his hands on Dusts shoulders and wanted to push him off but was stopped by said person moving his hands overhead and pinning them with his bones crisscrossing each other. Panic coursed through Horrors veins as Dust grabbed his jaw locking it so he couldn't bite the other one. What was Dust doing? With his left free hand Dust moved the black cloth that rested on Horrors neck up, only parting to let the cloth slide between their mouths and dived right into the kiss directly after. The second kiss lasted only a heartbeat as Dust needed two hands to tie the black cloth. Horror was shaking, his legs quivering with fear. Yes, Dust in his episodes tended to be aggressive but never towards him..the thing was that this wasn't aggression - this was oppression. Dust SOUL was pumping so hard it made him feel hot all over, making him pant to cool himself down but it didn't do much. Taking the red cloth back into his hands, Dust tied the material in Horrors mouth blocking any unnecessary sounds he'd make. The way Horror was laying, trying to fight against the restrains and trashing his legs to get his attention was making Dust feel so sickeningly strong it was making him aroused. Traveling his hands down Horrors body, Dust grabbed the (already almost shredder) stained with dried blood previously white t-shirt and ripped it apart, exposing the other ones ribs. With a sick smile Dusts hand lingered on each rib, caressing it softly in a feather like touch. When Horrors trashing legs hit Dusts back so hard it actually knocked breath out of him, what the taller skeleton wasn't expecting was the pain on his cheek he felt not even a second after. 

- 𝙒𝙝𝙖𝙩 𝙙𝝄 𝙮𝝄𝙪 𝙩𝙝𝙞𝙣𝙠 𝙮𝝄𝙪 𝙖𝙧𝙚 𝙙𝝄𝙞𝙣𝙜, 𝓬𝙧𝙖𝓬𝙠 𝙝𝙚𝙖𝙙? - Dust spoke with venom in his voice.  

Horror was terrified. A thin but sturdy bone appeared from the underside of the bed ripping it way between his tibia and fibula locking his legs in place. And Horror wasn't insane enough to brake his legs and try to get free. With an irritated look on his face Dust lowered himself and sat on Horrors pelvic girdle, his hands continuing to roam inside Horrors rib cage making him shiver in disgust and buck it up trying to escape the pleasurable yet burning with repulsion touch. The cloth in his mouth made it worse as he wan't able to do much that to let out a muffled grumbles and incoherent pleads and the lack of vision only made the touch more remembered by his body. He wanted it to stop. Taking Horrors shorts off Dust smiled at the naked bones, cracked in few places, but still so beautiful. Licking his teeth Dust lowered his head and started to lick his partners ilium, going lower to pubis and biting gently at ischium as his right hand traced feather touches along the other side pressing his fingers into the hole of his ischium. Horror cried out in pleasure but bit harder on the cloth as more tears pooled out of this sockets wetting the cloth. He hated it. He hated how tender was Dust, how his touches were loving. Excluding the hit. His episodes made him needy and demanding, but Dust was always coherent enough to never move to such an act of.. raping his boyfriend. Horror cried with pain this time as his SOUL wept with him from the sorrow. Stars his boyfriend was actually raping him. Dust seemingly unsatisfied with the cry Horror let out, bite down on the on the bone harder making Horror buck his ribs high, mouth open in a silent scream and the wet from tears, black cloth leaving wet trays of where it was as it couldn't absorb anymore wetness. Horror hated it. He hated how Dust was acting, and he hated that his body was enjoying it. He could feel the pleasure dancing in his pelvic area just ready to snap his ecto into existence, as well as the nausea in his thoracic vertebrae gathering there with every touch he felt from the other ones phalanges. Horrors body was shaking so much he feared the sharp bones between his tibia and fibula will brake the thinner bone. 

- 𝙎𝙪𝙢𝙢𝝄𝙣 𝙨𝝄𝙢𝙚𝙩𝙝𝙞𝙣𝙜 𝙥𝙧𝙚𝙩𝙩𝙮 𝙛𝝄𝙧 𝙢𝙚, 𝞖𝝄𝙧𝙧𝝄𝙧. - he whispered with soft voice and yet Horror could hear a threat lingering there. Deciding not to risk his life, he had to listen and take whatever Dust was offering. Dust waited for a moment observing his partners pelvic girdle but finding nothing than a red spot, filled with sparking energy made him look up and analyze Horrors expression. 

Now visibly calmer and more relaxed, Horror looked as if he was asleep, but Dust knew he wasn't. Horror was panicking meanwhile. The order Dust made was simple, but yet Horror was over analyzing it. If Dust wanted to pound into him, he would want a fat and tight pussy of his, but if he wanted to get impaled with his huge dick then he should summon it. Horror was so torn apart. Dust seeing how indecisive Horror was clicked his tongue.

- 𝘿𝝄𝙣'𝙩 𝙗𝙚 𝙨𝙪𝙘𝙝 𝙖 𝙥𝙪𝙨𝙨𝙮, 𝞖𝝄𝙧𝙧𝝄𝙧. - getting the message, Horror shut his sockets (which Dust obviously couldn't see) and focused with all his might to summon his ecto. With his half-hard dick out, Horror let out a groan of displeasure as he felt the rough hand cupping his dick and begun moving up and down while the other one massaged the empty, not covered sacrum and coccyx as if he was waiting for more. He was. Clenching his hands, Horror shivered as he felt his own ecto slowly engulfing the bones knowing that Dust was just waiting for it. When the plump ass of his manifested, Dusts hands flew to it and squeezed the soft flesh chuckling. Pulling Horror towards him, (pushing his hands on the restrains and moving him forward so much that Horror felt the sharp bones softly brushing against the higher part of his tibia. He could feel it looming over its patella) Dust rested his hands on the fleshy ass and parted the cheeks, placing his rock hard cock between them. Horror thought that he will puke right there when he felt it. 

Moving his hips back and forth, Dust rubbed his cock sighing in pleasure. Every time the head of his dick touched Horrors entrance he tensed up, scared that Dust will shove himself in. His fears unfortunately confirmed when he felt Dust rolling his hips so his cock was stretching Horrors hole only with the tip of its head and returning back, only to slide it again. Horror felt like he was starting to loose his grasp of reality as fear, disgust and rejection danced in his mind. 

A SHRIEK made it's way out of Horrors cervical vertebrae as Dust pushed his way into him raw. Moaning in pleasure the hooded skeleton with a sickening look in his eyes observed Horrors reaction. The cloth that fell out of his mouth was quickly put back into it's wrongrightful place. Tears were crippling down his cheeks as the black cloth couldn't absorb anymore of his tears. His hands and legs twitched from both pain and surprise, back arched. Horror hiccuped, his ribs expanding and contracting in fast irregular breaths, making his manubrium and sternum vibrate uncontrollably in distress. Dust smile widen, the sight truly breathtaking. Cupping the other ones face is his now naked palms, he leaned over and started to plant soft and sensual kisses all over his boyfriends face, travelling his mouth to Horrors cervical vertebrae. And he could do nothing.

The amount of magic that Horror possessed was barely allowing him to keep his ecto, let alone produce an attack while having it summoned. He knew that Dust was easier aroused in his episodes than he'd normally be, but they never took control of him. He wasn't a damned animal, he could contain himself.. At least that is what Horror repeated to himself feeling his strengths leaving him as Dust continued to move his hips in a gentle, slow movement. Starts.. he was so caring, so loving, so filthy. Horror felt shame and disgust wash over him. Dusts moves were making him--

squelch

..What was that? Horror haven't focused his magic to lubricate his insides, and yet.. His eyes opened wide when he felt the metallic stench. Dust was fucking into his ripped, bloodied asshole. Dust laughed out loud when he saw the realization forming on Horrors face. His own fake blood was being used as lube. Horror wanted to just faint, to disappear, to stop feeling his boyfriends pleasant movements, to stop feeling pleasure from it. He just wanted all of this to finally stop.. Dusts hands moved, placing Horrors bare tibia on his clavicle. Looming over a bit, changing the angle Dust continued to pound into his boyfriend making Horror scream -- from sheer pleasure -- when Dusts penis hit the fake bundle of nerves inside of him. His back arching, head thrown back he squeezed his legs harder onto Dusts clavicle, hearing a quiet wet sound. In the heat of the moment, Horror didn't even noted when his legs were free as everything around him seemed so loud but quiet at the same time. His hardening cock still in Dusts hand which was now moving at a rapid speed, grip tight the movement going from base to the the top smearing the appearing precum all over Horrors length. The taller skeleton shook his head to the side furiously, his last hope that this nightmare will stop. They crashed when Dust moved his hips faster, pounding into his partner at a rapid pace making a slap sound every now and then when their hips met. Horror was lost, he didn't knew what to do now. He slumped back, wrists hurting from the intense and painful grip Dusts bones had on them. Head hanging lifelessly, his eye-light unfocused, hazy from the tears he poured. He was so glad now that Dust blindfolded him.  At least he can't see his boyfriend. A loud and long moan left him when Dust sped his movements, bit on his exposed ribs that he knew were sensitive, and teased the tip oh Horrors cock, pressing his finger softly against the dripping with precum slit. He hated how much he was enjoying it, he hated how caring, gentle yet rough Dust was with him, he hated how much Dust was trying to pleasure him. Horror hated Dust. And yet, he couldn't stop moaning when Dust sped his hand up, when his hips were so perfectly angled that with every push not only knocked the air out of his ribs, but also punched right at his prostate making the coil in his abonament tighter and tighter, closer and closer to snapping. Horror froze when he felt Dusts hand tugging at the blindfold, taking it off. 

No!

No no no nonononono!

With eye sockets blown wide, he made eye contact with Dust. His boyfriends eye-lights were so focused - solely on him - as his purple blush darkened, a sick smirk appeared showing his sharp fangs. Before - Horror loved when his teeth broke the surface of his clavicle, but now when he saw those canines - for the first time in their sweet relationship, Horror thought that he won't make it out alive. His mouth was freed, only not for long as Dust went for a kiss. Pushing his wet tongue in, his hand moving in synchronization with his hips were bringing Horror closer and closer to the unwanted climax. His SOUL pounding, covered with shimmering liquid (his body and the fragrant SOUL responding to all of his boyfriends touches), were the last signs Horror gave, before he screamed at the top of his ribs when his orgasm hit him like a truck, the bliss from it intoxicating. Cum splattered across his own and Dusts abdomens, eyes crossed and head thrown back, ass clenching on the other skeletons dick, toes curled and his legs squeezed together just behind Dusts neck. But he didn't stopped. Dust continued to pound into him longing his orgasm biting down HARD on Horrors clavicle, only stopping when Horrors bone was starting to crack under the pressure of his bite force. 

Horror couldn't do much, heck he couldn't do anything. The pleasurable orgasm quickly turned into a pained one when his body reminded with of the constant hits on his sensitive and overstimulated fake prostate. Horror bit down into his own humerus to muffle any sounds that might escape him. Alarming anyone would do nothing. It's not like they care about each other, hell he and Killer weren't even friends! And even if he alarmed anyone, why would they stop? His negative emotions are just a fuel to Nightmare. Another wave of tears appeared in his eye sockets when Dust moved down and started to lick the almost broken clavicle. Horror prayed for this to just stop, but he knew that now - when Dust is in charge - this will take hours to end.

And only 15 minutes passed.

Dust was overjoyed. He felt good. His energy and sexual frustration were over the roof making him act like an animal in heat. The murmurs to himself "𝗺𝝾𝗿𝗲, 𝗺𝝾𝗿𝗲" and the image of his boyfriend in front of him were a constant fuel keeping him going further and further, wanting to bring as much pleasure to himself as he could. Dust slowed down a bit when something caught his interest.

HORROR'S SOUL.

Shining brightly covered in some liquid, the upside down white heart gave him a cruel idea. Changing his brutal pace to a slow and sensual one, Dust left Horrors now lifeless shaft and started to stroke his boyfriends spine, travelling his palm slowly upwards, the sensation making Horror shiver. The sudden change in pace was rapidly getting into his body, pleasure once again overtaking his senses. Letting go of his own humerus, Horror with hazed and a distant look made eye contact with his predator boyfriend.

-𝘿𝝄𝙣'𝙩 𝙬𝝄𝙧𝙧𝙮 𝞖𝝄𝙧𝙧𝝄𝙧, 𝙩𝙝𝙞𝙨 𝙬𝝄𝙣'𝙩 𝞘𝙖𝙨𝙩 𝞘𝝄𝙣𝙜.. 𝑭𝑶𝑹 𝒀𝑶𝓤 𝑰 𝑴𝜠𝑨𝑵. - his hand flying to Horrors rib cage caught his thumping SOUL and squeezed it softly making it pour sticky and sweet scented liquid down Dusts carpals, ulna and radius. Horror only let out a breathless scream and bucked his hips up, strengths coming back to him in a second. They never played with each other SOUL, because of how delicate they were, as one wrong move wouldn't end nicely. But now, that his SOUL was in danger, his instincts kicked in making Horror trash around, move, groan and kick around. He had to do something.

- *𝗮𝗮𝗮𝗴𝗵!.. 𝗻𝝾, 𝗻𝝾! 𝗽𝐥𝗲𝗮𝘀𝗲 𝗱𝘂𝘀𝘁.. 𝘀𝘁𝝾𝗮𝗽𝗵!! - he could only moan when Dust resumed his moves, kneading his thumbs delicately into Horrors SOUL.

- 𝙒𝙝𝙮？.. 𝙮𝝄𝙪 𝙨𝙚𝙚𝙢 𝙩𝝄.. 𝙝𝙖𝙝.. 𝞘𝙞𝙠𝙚 𝙩𝙝𝙖𝙩.. 𝙫𝙚𝙧𝙮 𝙢𝙪𝙘𝙝！- Dust said punctuating every word of his with the moves of his pelvic against Horrors hips.

- *𝐢 𝗱𝝾𝗻'𝘁.. 𝗻𝗴𝗮𝗵!.. 𝐥𝐢𝗸𝗲 𝘁𝗵𝗮𝘁! 𝗽𝐥𝗲𝗮𝘀𝗲.. 𝘀𝘁𝝾𝝾𝗽𝗵! - he longed the vowel when Dust changed the angle again. He didn't answered, only deepened his thrusts.

He couldn't do it longer.. Horror was exhausted in pain and discomfort. He just wanted Dust to finally stop raping him. 

Only now Horror realized that the room around him was spinning, vision blurry either from his tears or exhaustion.. it didn't really matter anymore. His senses dull, overstimulated and tired. He started to feel his sockets closing. Was he really about to pass out while Dust was thrusting into him?

−𝐎.𝟭  −𝐎.𝟭  −𝐎.𝟭

Horror woke up with a jolt of his body and a scream from his mouth.. Dust attacked him.. His sharp bones going right through his left humerus cutting it off entirely from his body. 

With his now free decapitated left arm, the detached piece on the sheets slowly turning into dust.. While Dust only laughed. He stopped moving, his own pleasure irrelevant as he bathed is the other ones screams of pure pain and terror. Tossing and turning Horror shouted at the top of his lungs. Dust would never.. he.. Horror broke down and just cried. He hugged his torned off arm and cried, eye sockets closed tears now falling at their full force, his body trembling. He didn't even noticed how his boyfriend changed into this.. or should it be.. into

NIGHTMARE.

Another breathy scream left Horror when the other one squeezed his SOULS so hard he felt like it was starting to crack. Horror just laid and watched as Dust slowly melted, his pearly white bones changing their color into a dark green mass. How long was it Nightmare?.. Where was Dust?

- 𝓓𝑶 𝑵𝑶𝑻 𝙇𝑶𝑶𝑲 𝑨𝑻 𝑴𝜠 𝙇𝑰𝑲𝜠 𝑻𝜢𝑨𝑻 𝜢𝑶𝑹𝑹𝑶𝑹. 𝒀𝑶𝓤 𝑨𝑹𝜠 𝑵𝑶𝑻 𝑨 𝓤𝑺𝜠𝑭𝓤𝙇 𝑻𝑶𝑶𝙇 𝑭𝑶𝑹 𝑴𝜠. 𝑰 𝜢𝑨𝓥𝜠 𝑭𝑶𝓤𝑵𝓓 𝑨 𝓑𝜠𝑻𝑻𝜠𝑹 𝑹𝜠𝑷𝙇𝜠𝑪𝑴𝜠𝑵𝑻 𝑭𝑶𝑹 𝒀𝑶𝓤, 𝑨 𝑺𝑻𝑹𝑶𝑵𝑮𝜠𝑹 𝑶𝑵𝜠. 𝑰𝑻 𝓦𝑨𝑺 𝑨 𝑺𝑰𝑴𝑷𝙇𝜠 𝓓𝜠𝑪𝑰𝑺𝑰𝑶𝑵, 𝑹𝜠𝑨𝙇𝙇𝒀. 𝑨𝑵𝓓 𝑵𝑶𝓦, 𝑭𝑶𝑹 𝑻𝜢𝜠 𝑮𝑹𝑨𝑵𝓓 𝑭𝑰𝑵𝑨𝙇𝜠.. - Nightmare slowly turned his head towards the door, waiting in silence (only broke by Horrors rapid breathes) allowed him to hear fast steps that were clearly approaching the room. 

When.. Dust.. barged into his room, the concern, fear and relief when he saw his boyfriend were the last thing Horror saw, before darkness engulfed his vision.

There he was. His lover, his most trusted monster - Horror was laying with his head impaled by one oh the oozing sharp tentacles at which end was resting Horrors red bloodied eye. With a smile, Nightmare extended his hand with the bigger skeletons SOUL on it, and with Dust as witness, he slowly closed his palm, the bright pure white upside down heart.. crushed. With it, the remaining of Horror, his skull, his tormented body - they started to dust in no time, leaving his boyfriend shaken in pure agony...