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Social Experiment (Dust ver.)

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Happy Valentine's Day or however you are supposed to say it! You guys must have been wondering where I've been, dead for at least a couple of months without any activity on any of my accounts. Truth being told, I have been struggling and getting beaten up with exams, homework and all the typical school stuff. (Good Lord I need sleep.)

I haven't had any time to spare to write anything but luckily I've found something I never uploaded before so there we go.

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In this one-shot, Killer has just been given the right to feel like a normal person again, so he is still clumsy when it comes to emotions. Here, he was curious about wanting to know how his friends would react to him passing away so he went missing for a while and then planted his jacket next to a pile of dust and waited until one of them found it.

This one-shot has Dust finding Killer's fake remains, two others with Nightmare and Colour will come up eventually.

This was inspired by a comic, but I can't seem to recall how it is called. It had something to do with Killer dying and being replaced by another Killer, that much I can remember. If anyone knows what this comic is called, it would be a huge help for me to know.

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Warnings: Violence, blood, implied schizophrenia, mention (semi-joke) of suicidal ideation, strong language.

Synopsis: Killer was not expecting anything to come out of this experimentation.

But this...

Across from him, Dust shook and twitched violently, muttering strings of "I'll kill them" over and over again as tears rolled down his cheeks. Both his hands were clutching the dusty fabric of Killer's jacket desperately as if it were a lifeline.

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Killer was not expecting anything to come out of this experimentation.

But this...

The owner of said jacket was absolutely speechless, eyeing the scene with extreme confusion, the white rings in his eyes shrunk.

While they may have grown closer (dare he say even friends) after the guardian of negativity's big change of heart, Dust had always made a point to express how much he disliked Killer.

Growling at him when he passed by, glaring daggers into his back as he turned away from him, rolling his eyes at him when he was relaying the Boss's orders... If anything, he expected him to be happy he no longer had to see his 'pathetic suicidal blockhead face' (his words!)

So why did he seem so negatively affected by his fake death?

Killer stared at him as Dust muttered some more looking to the side, most likely talking to his ghost brother, eyebrows furrowed as he tried to understand what that all really meant.

It is only when Dust started to list names of potential assassins or at least a universe they may have come from that Killer finally snapped out of it and regained focus on the situation at hand.

As confused as he was, he knew it was probably best to stop... that experiment? How was he supposed to name whatever he was doing? Before it would de-escalate too far.

He stepped out of his hiding place, standing a few feet away from the crounched man. "Dust!" He called out. Said one jolted, snapping his head toward the origin of the voice with glowing red and purple eyes. A flame-like hue surrounded the two visual tools, his tears only accentuated by the lightning they provided.

Killer gulped, the sight only worsening the unpleasant feeling in his chest that settled a few minutes ago.

He looked down, not bearing to look him in the eye anymore.

Guilty, he started to apologize...

... But quickly, he found himself yelping as he suddenly had to dodge a projectile aimed his way.

"Goddamn hallucination!" Dust yelled, holding the cloth in his hands even tighter as waves of magic attacks hurried toward Killer like a sea in the middle of a storm. Killer's eyes widened as he struggled to parry and dodge all of them, clearly caught off guard.

The fact some of Dust's projectiles had random trajectories and sometimes exploded into smaller ones did not make dodging any easier.

"I don't have the time for your shit!" He hissed, holding his hood with one hand. The other never left Killer's jacket. "Go away and leave me alone already!" The attacks kept coming as he spoke, the other barely able to make out what he was saying with all the noise.

In an attempt to dodge yet another exploding magic lance, Killer dove down, rolling onto the ground. His limbs, having be left untreated for a few days now, ached terribly. That was the moment he realized he was in even bigger trouble than he initially thought he was.

This was really bad.

"Dust, wai--" He tried to reason with him or to calm him down, only to receive the opposite reaction he was looking for.

"NO, SHUT UP!" He roared, his attacks getting even more intense as his frustration grew seeing what he assumed to be a hallucination was still not gone. The sound of more explosions rang in Killer's ears as he moved once again out of the trajectory of a moving lance.

He winced as he felt his ribs scream in pain.

Fuck, some old wounds seemed to have reopened.

He could feel the red liquid staining his shirt as another burning sensation spread all over his legs and arms. His vision was starting to get blurry, if it continued like that, he had no doubt Dust would actually reach him this time.

He could only hope whichever lance hit him would not touch a vital organ or would not explode inside of his stomach, for example.

"Dust please-" After the first time, one would expect Killer to have gotten the hint that talking only made the situation worse but really, he could not think of another way he could possibly use to get themselves out of this predicament. Plus, Dust was most likely starting to run out of stamina anyway, seeing how much magic he was using for his attacks.

As expected, the other opening his mouth only heightened his anger. "DON'T YOU FUCKING DARE USE HIS VOICE!"

Dust was not even bothering aiming at him anymore, only shooting lances at random. Or rather, he was not able to truly use his abilities correctly because of his emotional distress. He continued blabbering, visibly unbothered by whether Killer was listening to his monologue or not.

"I'LL FIND THOSE FUCKERS!" He yelled shaking his head, like he was arguing with someone. Must be his hallucinations again. "I'LL KILL THEM, I'LL KILL THEM!"

As good a soldier Killer was, there was only so much he could do with all the pain, shock and other factors taken into account. He lost his footing at one point and was a lance, as a result, directly stabbed him in the knee, making him cry out as he fell to the ground.

That seemed to snap Dust out of his trance, shocked to see the hallucination not gone even after it was hit by a magic attack. The waves of projectiles halted but not fast enough. Another one landed right into his hip.

This time, Killer collapsed completely. He prayed internally in hopes this one would not explode into his stomach. He waited a few seconds but thankfully, nothing happened.

Though, that did not make his situation any better. His entire body was hurting and most of his senses were so fuzzy that it took Dust touching his cheek for Killer to notice him crouched next to him.

His vision was unbelievably blurry and he could have sworn those black dots were nagging him though, he tried his best to stay conscious as Killer, behind the ringing, was able to hear some vague noise that he attributed to Dust's voice.

It hurt like a bitch to try and listen but he did anyway, his eyebrows furrowing in concentration to try and make out the words he was being told.

"...er?" He tried to crawl closer but soon gave up as his nerves happily reminded him that perhaps not trying to treat his wounds like he was being told to these past few days was definitely not his brightest idea.

"...ller?" Most likely calling his name but he had to make sure.

"Killer? Are you actually there?" After numerous tries, he was finally able to understand Dust. He opened his eyes, squinting but before finally seeing Dust hunched over him, eyes blown wide open. A tear fell on his cheek and started to roll down the surface, mixing with his own tar.

He took the deepest breath he could muster as he answered a pathetic "yEah" with the most horrible voice crack he had ever heard. Though, the other did not seem to care about it enough as he felt himself being lifted into a tight hug.

"Holy shit, you are alive." Dust muttered in disbelief before trembling again, body rocked with soft sobs. "You are actually alive."

Killer's face was shoved into his shoulder. He would have warned him his jacket was going to get ruined because of his determination but stayed silence for once, too shocked about this whole thing to really care about his jacket.

Though, as much as he wanted Dust to have this moment, there was quite a pressing issue at hand.

"Uh Dust, I'm happy to see you and all but I am kind of losing lots of blood and it really hurts haha" He tried to chuckle, only to wince as the pain got even more intense.

Dust's eyes widened as he realized Killer had two of his projectiles still inside of his body.

In the history of teleportation, never has anyone seen such an effective one in the multiverse.

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"What you did was not okay Killer, we were all worried sick about you!" Nightmare lightly scolded, a frown on his face. Sitting in a hospital gown and attached to a blood bag, Killer lowered his head, a fog around his brain and several phantom pains in his chest and stomach. Those physical pains translated to what most people would call guilt.

Or so that is what Killer thought it was. He could not be sure about it.

He opened his mouth, about to say something but before he was able to let out a single sound, the door was sent flying by a furious Dust who was being chased by Horror. The poor guy was just trying to make it so Killer's bed rest would not be interrupted.

"YOU'RE A FUCKING IDIOT KILLER." Dust screeched, making Killer smile nervously. "I REALLY THOUGHT YOU DIED YOU BITCH." He continued to yell, only held back from beating him up (again) by the giant that was Horror. "NEXT TIME YOU DO SOMETHING LIKE THAT I PROMISE TO SHOVE YOUR DIRTY FUCKING JACKET UP YOUR ASS!"

Killer laughed, still nervously. "It's okay Dusty, you're just embarrassed that I found out you care about me but it's okay, I love you too bestie <3"

"GO TO HELL!"

"Dust, please, Killer needs some rest so can you let him be for the day? I'm mad at him too, but this isn't what he needs right now." Horror reasoned with Dust who finally grumbled a reluctant 'fine' as he crossed his arms around his chest. Finally, he was put to the ground.

"Thanks Ro!"

Horror sent him a glare. "Don't misunderstand me, the second you're out of the hospital I'll kick your damn ass to Mars."

"Fair enough, can I have some chocolate though---"

"Error ate them all."

"Permission to kill myself?"

"Denied. Suffer."

"Boss, why do you hate me?"

"Why do you have to pretend you're dead?"

"Touché."

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