POV: third person
The red, feathery form paced back and forth in the humongous tent he called a home. He was clearly nervous about something, but not even he could figure out what. It was like a sense.
He pinched himself and muttered, "Come on, Shy, get it together. Nothing is going wrong. If anyone intrudes, they're clearly either stupid or suicidal." This seemed to calm him down a bit, as he readjusted his mask and sat on his throne, enveloping himself in shadow... just in case. Shy started to laugh, imagining who would be the next victim to dance with the nightmare king. Would it be a woodsman trying to get wood for his family? Would it be a homeless man? He cringed at that one. Maybe he shouldn't kill everyone who came in. It's unknown what they're even doing in the woods. But they could always be trying to stop his infection, so he had to. This paranoiac thought made Shy shudder, and the shadows melted away leaving him wondering...
Is this what I have to do for the rest of my life?
he shook off the thought and got up off the throne, walking to his laboratory to busy himself with potions and the whatnot. He kept reassuring himself. I am the Nightmare King, this is my castle. The world will soon be my kingdom.
a/n: YO YO YO SO IM DOING THIS NOW
I know this prologue was a jumble of absolute crap, but this is my first time writing so... yeah. Feedback appreciated!! <3
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AvventuraHe grunted as he was pierced through by a sharp tentacle. Not unlike a window broken through with a rock, it was the final blow that made his remaining strength disappear. The shadowy figure came closer and tilted his head up, laughing softly and le...
