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Nightmare was… confused when he walked into the kitchen in the hopes of making a coffee. All he saw was Killer egging (hah) on Dust who was sitting at the table, hood cast over his face and clutching a very obviously not cooked egg in his phalanges. That would have been bad enough on its own if it weren’t for the mixture of raw yolk and egg that ran down his chin and onto the table.
But honestly, all Nightmare had to do was hear Killer’s voice to know they were doing something stupid. He, regrettably, decided to ignore the scene presented to him in favour of looking through the cupboard for his coffee beans. A wet CRUNCH sounded through the room and that was all Nightmare needed to know. He didn’t even need to hear Killer’s bark of laughter to deduct what happened but he quickly made his coffee and left, questioning why he even picked up these idiots in the first place.