This chapter is a soulmate AU. Where only your soulmate can see the number of years you'll live. It's not really a Killermare chapter but I just wanted to write this somewhere. Soo... read if you want. I dunno.
-Killer's POV-
I'm not saying that I hate my soulmate... but I kinda hate my soulmate. The fact that he's the only one that can see my numbers and can joke around about me dying tomorrow is scary. My soulmate is Nightmare- a fucking god. Who would have guessed, I can tell that he feels the same way. Well- it's not like he's the only one who does that, I do it too. So I guess it's just us expressing how much we hate each other.
If I'm being completely honest, I don't exactly believe that Nightmare can even see many numbers. I wouldn't be surprised. I know what Nightmare's numbers are, He's got a ton of time on his hands. Which shouldn't be surprising since he's a god. I like to just tell him he only had one year left to live sometimes, just to get that adorable little expression he makes whenever he hides his fear.
I think Nightmare fears death... Which is quite funny because Reaper and him get along really well. Now that I think about it-
Wouldn't Reaper be able to see everyone's numbers? I wonder what number Reaper has. Probably an infinite sign like Geno has- well- Geno doesn't have a number since his time is already up but Reaper just refuses to dust him.
Well here I am. Again. Just laying in bed, staring at Nightmare's wrist while he sleeps. Creepy for sure but I don't care at this point. It's about time that I tell you his numbers huh?
Nightmare's has five hundred and twenty three years left. It really isn't surprising that he'll live for so long.
I really could care less about my numbers though.
I mean- I got fucked over a lot in my life so I really don't have the mental strength to care at this point. Even if I don't care it would still be interesting to know.
Anyways.
I'm just tapping on Nightmare. He's got to be awake now. Nightmare's doesn't sleep for very long, so he's probably just pretending. Sure enough his socket opened and looked at me- I started pestering him about my numbers like I always did.
He just groaned- pushing my head away so I was drowning in pillow.
"You have five hundred and twenty three years left to live- now shut up."
Well. I guess I'm stuck with a smug bastard for the rest of my life. What a treat.
Well- I can't really trust him yet. He still could just be pretending. Maybe I just like the idea of pestering and annoying him for the rest of his life- I mean even if he was kidding it's still weird how he said the exact same number as his wrist did.
Oh well.
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Sorry it was so short...
