'Still waiting.'

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More angst. Hahaha... This time Nightmare's dead :D

(I swear- these are becoming shorter and shorter...)

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Killer was just trudging down the hallway, not really paying much attention to where he was going. He made it to Nightmare's room and opened the door, Not bothering to knock. He had ran into Nightmare's room so often that he didn't care anymore- which resulted in being yelled at sometimes- but whatever.


Killer was planning to just flat-out tell Nightmare that he loved him but that wouldn't be happening. Would it Killer?


After all. A dead body wouldn't give much of a response...

Would it Killer.


A body was in the bathroom. Not the normal Nightmare that Killer was familiar with... Nope... He had clean white bones with dark splashes of black staining the back of his shirt as a result from his body being altered by his tentacles. It took Killer a moment to notice the body but once he did...



He didn't care. He simply sighed quietly with a soft "damn..." 

He slowly came over to Nightmare pulled him into his lap, who groaned in agony. 

"Shhh...~"

Killer slowly pulled the knife out of Nightmare's stomach, and brought it to his chest. His soul had to be somewhere inside there. Nightmare's head tilted backwards, completely helpless in this form. The immense pain from the stab wound didn't help.

"It's alright Nighty... It'll feel better soon..."

Killer mumbled quietly, plunging the knife down into his chest with a slush of blood spurting out. A mix of marrow, black negativity and pure blood came out in a thick stream and ran down onto the bathroom floor. Staining Killer with his blood.

He felt nothing.

Why should he? He was meant to be emotionless. Just like Nightmare wanted, and what he wanted was all that mattered to him now. So he stared down into his now empty sockets. 

"What now Nightmare?"


When no response came, he just shrugged. Convincing himself he'd answer eventually. 

Picking up the now tiny Nightmare and brought him to his bed, putting him right under the covers while the sheets were stained in blood. Killer crawled into bed next to him, humming quietly. He was going to wait patiently for Nightmare to tell him what to do next. Like the mindless, empty little slave he was to him. Sure the relationship was toxic but it didn't matter anymore. 

Killer's love for Nightmare. Nightmare only used the words 'I love you' to force him to do awful things to his friends. He was broken at this point, so broken to where he though that Nightmare's body would just start talking. 

So here he waited in silence.

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.,. This was an edgy mess wasn't it. Sorry I just really like to torture myself :D

I promise the next one will be comforting- hopefully-

I'm not sure if I should hate this one or love it. 

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