The Bad Sanses

*The others had just gotten back from their mission, walking through the doors with Slash in Dust’s arms. Killer’s face holding his usual smug smirk as he proudly said.* Killer: Hey Boss, We got what you asked for. *He said proudly as he walked past Nightmare and over to the couch.* Dust: yeah we have him... *He said as he carried Slash in his arms.* Horror: He will be delicious? Nightmare: Good, Now put Him in solitary confinement until otherwise….