Sanscest/UTMV Oneshots (Vol. 1)

Workaholic || Nightkiller

dragon-tamer-1 asked: "get your ass back in bed, or so help me, i'll get up and make you." With Nightmare x Killer. Like, Nightmare is overworking himself and Killer wants him to sleep.(if you want)

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Nightmare watched Killer sleep for a minute. They had gone to bed around an hour ago, though he only closed his eyes and pretended to, waiting, a tangle of emotions keeping him wide awake. When Killer's breath evened out, he had slowly moved out from under his arm and now here he stood, dressed again and about to head back to his office.

His skull started to throb just thinking about all the work he had left to do. There was one bunch of paperwork that needed his attention asap as it was due just after noonish. He glanced at the clock. If he started now, he would have just under twelve hours to get it done and revise it.

The headache intensified.

Gritting his teeth in order to not groan in pain, Nightmare took one last look at the calm features of the sleeping skeleton's face before he turned and carefully made his way to the door.

A few steps away the floorboard creaked and his heart skipped a beat.

Killer just shifted a little before falling still again.

Nightmare breathed in relief.

Now, all he had to do was open the door and he'd be home free. He took his time easing the door open inch by inch–

"What are you doing?"

Nightmare froze again, spinning his head back to meet Killer's eyes. His wide awake and too sharp eyes that were narrowed in suspicion. Dammit. He'd thought the other was sleeping.

Killer continued, "No, no, sorry. I mean: what do you think you're doing? It's sleep time." He patted the spot Nightmare had been laying in. "Get your ass back in bed, or so help me, I'll get up and make you."

Nightmare glared at him, unmoving. "I appreciate it, but I have paperwork–"

"–that can wait until the morning."

"No, they can't."

"Yes, they can. I know they will." Killer sat up now, sighing. "You always do this. You worry so much about creating the perfect solution to every single problem that appears on your desk, but you spend too much time on the first one and suddenly you have this stack that becomes a black hole in your life."

Nightmare inhales. "If it's not perfect, something will go wrong."

"Then we'll deal with it when it happens. And yes, we." Killer's tone switched from stern to sad. "You have me. You have the others, too. Heck, you even have Dream! You don't have to deal with all of the stress yourself."

"Killer–"

"Nightmare." Killer was pleading. "Just come back to bed. Sleep for a few hours at least. Please."

"...fine."