As the singer sang her song with the piano playing along with it, Nightmare couldn't help feeling a small bit of nostalgia. Is it maybe that the song played in his radio years ago? Maybe.
He smiled at the memories of his children, how such a pure and generous smiles could come from fallen angels.
All of them were a blessing to him, every seconds he spent with them he cherish the most. The mornings were the older two tried to make a good pancake breakfast, the afternoon were children ran around the halls with paper airplanes in their hands. And the warm evenings were the younger children curled around Nightmare, and the older kids staring impatiently at him to start a storytime.
There were times that was hard, but he made it through. Because he had the support of kids that stared at him in awe.
He found himself smiling, the sound of people whispering to eachother about the latest gossips or puns fading away. Only the music rang around his head.
He could smell his home now, the calming smell of scented candles, and the faint lingering smell of blood..
He did raise them all to become a little help to the mafia, they killed and got in gang fights. All of it was to put them in a rank high enough to be feared, and for the money.
Gulping down his saliva that collected itself in his mouth, he sighed out a shaky breath. Opening his eyes to take a glance at the singer, Frisk was it?
The name seemed to suit her tho.
Frisk seemed a little uncomfortable to look at Nightmare, but still gave a faint smile at him. It was like she was telling him to not hurt her.
The next song soon played, allowing him to close his eyes and live up in the clouds once more.
All of the fuzzy memories crashed into him.
...
A skeleton child held a book in his hands while waiting impatiently for the adult in front of him to acknowledge him.
"Uhm.. Papa!" He called out, as soon as his father turned around to look at him he held his book higher.
"Want me to make something from that book?" His father smiled, the boy nodded repeatedly.
"Alright. Let's see." His father knelt down as the boy happily opened the book to show some of the dishes.
"Hmm.. no, no, no.. yes." The man pointed at a dish. "Thanks for the dinner idea Dust. Go play with your brothers." The father patted Dust's head.
Dust nodded and ran out of the room, putting the book on the chair.
He went into his room whom he shared with his other 2 brothers. The middle was Killer, he was 5 years old. And the youngest was Horror, who just turned 1.
"Dusty! Look! I'm a hero!" Killer got up, wearing his blanket as a cape.
"Then I'm the villain!" Dust smiled, getting into a weird zombie-like posture.
Horror giggled and clapped his hands inside of his crib, nubbling on his toys.
"And I'm gonna kidnap Horror and.. eat him!" Dust (tried) laughed like a villain.
Horror just kept on giggling. "Vii-van! Vii-van!" The child spoke.
Dust and Killer gave a proud smile at their baby brother.
In another room, a glitchy skeleton was practicing his writing, he was struggling with 'beautiful'.
"Pfft, I thought you were a pro at writing." A girl skeleton joked, her legs swaying while she looked at her brother.
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The Angel and His Demon • Swadmare √
Fanfic[ The story sets in the 'Sooner Or Later You're Gonna Be Mine' comic universe. ] Nightmare Joku, the youngest son of his family. Him and his brother are distant, and was orphaned at a young age due to their mother being assassinated by her ex. He is...
