Summer heat stories

1.

It was a hot, sweaty day at Nightmare's castle. The thermometer showed 39 °C and there was no air conditioning inside. Horror, Dust, and Killer were laying on the floor sweating wet on the carpet. It was too hot for the skeletons to work in this heat either. Killer held a wet rag on his forehead, Dust drank water from his bottle non-stop, and Horror waved more cool air on his face with the newspaper. Nightmare walked slowly toward the living room. The goop on him had begun to melt and it gripped everywhere so that it was difficult for him to move forward. He stepped in the room with heavy steps and was horrified by what he saw.

Nightmare: "You idiots!!! You have ruined my precious carpet! Do you brain-deads realize how much that cost? I'll deduct it from your salary!"

Killer: "What? Do you pay us a salary?"

Dust: "I haven't seen any banknote in my wallet since I came here to work."

Nightmare: "Shut up you two and get to work!"

Killer and Dust looked each other in boredom. They offered each other their turn to go first, but neither agreed to get up. They started quarrelling about which one should get up first. Nightmare began to get annoyed by the noise that disturbed his hearing so that he caught the two with his tentacles and threw them out of the room. Horror stood up silently and sneaked quietly to his friends, who tried to get the hot, tough goop off them. The trio set out in search for Cross, who should have joined them a long time ago. At the end of the hallway, they saw a black-and-white bundle on the ground. They immediately understood what it was and ran to it. Killer took the faint Cross in his arms and slapped him awake.

Killer: "You have to be insanely silly when you wear full garments in this heat, Cross."

Cross: "This is my royal guard suit. I have no other clothes."

Dust: "You haven't belonged to those troops in a long time. You can walk well in just shorts."

Nightmare quietly creep to the quartet. He began to rage at the inability of his subordinates, but then he began to realize that they could not fight in this weak condition. They would otherwise be in danger of losing to the opponent and it would be a great shame for him. He himself felt too exhausted to carry heavy, thick goop on, so he decided to cancel the day's job.

Killer: "Yay, day off! We can relax all day."

Nightmare: "Who said you can just laze around? I want you to refresh, not gain weight. We go to the beach for activities."

Bad Sanses went to their rooms to fill their beach bags with supplies. Horror lamented how his only towel was currently being washed. Cross gave him his own blue towel saying he wasn't going to swim. Killer stuffed an air bed and sunscreen into his bag. Dust only packed sunglasses in his bag. When they got the beach rigs crammed into their bags, they went to their boss, who opened the portal directly to the golden yellow sand beach. At the same time Error arrived at the group looking tired.

Error: "Why do I have to come along? I just want to sleep past this heat."

Nightmare: "Because you belong to us and you seem to miss the recreation as well. So just go in."

Error: "Shit."