From Murder to Dust

F - 1 - Tricks

For those who were wondering, ETA means "Estimated Time of Arrival." In question format, it's basically asking when someone will arrive.

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Nightmare's gang was doing all right; we didn't exactly have much to do, but we could enjoy that. We were all working with different projects..except for me. I didn't exactly have anything to do, but I was willing to help out! Killer was working on improving his juggling skills, Horror was trying to learn how to cook, Cross was working with Paps and Chara to allow ghosts to be heard, Error was working on his knitting, and Nightmare was catching up on his reading. At the moment, I was helping Cross with Paps and Chara.

"C-could you hold that?" Cross handed me a beaker of..something; I wasn't very good with keeping track of chemicals, and there were about five beakers with the same colored liquid..

"Sure." I did as instructed. 

"Now p-pour it slowly into h-here."

"Okay." I did.

"P-perfect." Cross shook the mixture. "N-now put one of th-those tablets in, quick!"

"Which one?!" There were a lot of tablets! 

"R-red!"

"Okay!" 

I picked up a red tablet, but it was too late..the mixture blew up..quite literally. Cross groaned, lying down on the floor. I decided to see if he was okay.

"Um..sorry?" I apologized. "You okay?"

"I-I don't think y-you should be in th-the lab..sorry, Dust.." Cross frowned.

"I guess that's for the best.." I had risked the mixture ten times in the past twenty minutes..it was probably best for me to leave. 

"M-maybe you can h-help Horror.."

"Yeah! Cooking should be easier! Sorry again, Cross.."

"I-it's fine; we should get i-it eventually."

With that, I left the laboratory we had in the house; it was small, but we didn't need anything too extravagant. I knew which kitchen Horror was working in, which meant that I could find it quicker than if I hadn't; I made it in five minutes. When I reached it, I found Horror making some sort of..food. He said it was..some surface food; I didn't think it was English. In any case, I agreed to help him. It only took five minutes before the pot boiled over..and a fire broke out..Horror was unimpressed, and he asked me to leave..I figured that it was best. I decided to see if Nightmare had any book recommendations; I couldn't mess that up, at least. As soon as I reached the library, Nightmare took note of my presence immediately and gave me the "No" expression; he must have been reading something incredibly sad or incredibly thrilling, and I knew not to intrude on that. Nightmare was usually open for visiting during his reading, but there were certain times when he was so absorbed in a story that to take him out of it would have been like murdering someone; I didn't want to do that to him, and naturally, I moved on, thinking of who might have liked my company.

I decided to try helping Error next, since knitting was probably less likely to end up in flames..totally. I found him in the living room, and I sat next to him promptly, finding myself holding a lot of string. It was actually fairly pleasant, and I enjoyed helping Error..until I got a phalanx caught in some string; it took an hour to get the knot untied, and Error's creation was ruined..he didn't take too kindly to that, and I was again requested to do something else. Killer was my last chance; I had absolutely no idea how to help him juggle, but at least I couldn't have ruined anything. Or so I had thought. It turned out that walking into the room of someone who was juggling knives and going for a world record was liable to break said person's focus and rip his chances of getting the title from him..he was going to get another chance, but I wasn't allowed inside. I had never seen Killer so upset before; I supposed it just wasn't my day. I made a portal to a copy of a universe and decided to stay there for a while..I couldn't have harmed anyone there..unless there was some poor monster wandering the woods; I felt sorry for anyone who might have decided to do that today..