A HorrorMare Story By Una; "What You Wished For."

Chapter #4|"Debate"

Nightmare's POV:

"Well? What is your choice, dear friend?" My grin only grew wider at the skeleton debating to be 'Good' or 'Bad'. It would be so lovely to have another person on my side, not on Dreams, but MY side. "Sans got your tongue?~" Nightmare pressured the bigger to join the group, though, the King could be patient. He wanted to be more THREATENING, to this newer person to the 'group' if he were to join at all. "...hm..." Horrors flat-smiled grin grew on his own face. "...Yes I will join if you are able to feed me whenever I need it...!" Horror tilted his head with a rapid, probably hurt, twitch of his skull. "please...just let me free... I beg you... Please, let me out." Horror begged in pain. Nightmare opened the cell with a hidden key he had in his sleeve. "Be patient, Don't move, HORROR." Nightmare held the hands of the other above his head. "H-Hey!" Horror growled lowly until Nightmare put the key into both of the key-holes to let them both go at once. Horror did the grabby thing to check he still had 'circulation' even though he didn't exactly need it. Nightmare pulled the others legs upfront instead of behind him, sticking the key in once more and releasing the skeleton. "Now. You HAVE to call me Boss, and at times, Sir. Got it?" Nightmare got up and backed up. "Yes Sir." Horror stretched himself out, it may have been an hour with his hands and legs being locked up, glad he could freely move them again. "You can go meet people. If you ask the Monochrome skeleton he'll give you a tore." I lower my skull and turned away. "Watch yourself here, people here can be DANGEROUS" I warn, walking upstairs politely before heading to my office, shutting the sliding door attached. I silently sit my non-existent ass onto the black, white crescent chair. I sigh softly and out of the stacks of paper, I take about 60 pieces of paper from the stack, grabbed a feather and ink. I was so very homeschool when it came to writing.

Horror's POV:

'What the hell did I just accept?" I questioned myself, unforgivingly. 'He was scary, yet had a nice form, I couldn't tell too well but he had a nice outfit. A crescent-mooned cape, a collar-neck as well as a tie. Getting the rest of the outfit in, just not the tuxedo. Why a tuxedo?" I questioned. 'Okay, quit it Horror, if that's your name. Stop thinking of him. He thinks of you as something crappy, something to use." I repeat to myself quite a few times, that's when I relax myself. I went to stand up but struggled to stand from my legs being stuck together for quite a bit, 'Stars, that hurt. It was uncomfortable." I thought to myself before stretching out, quite bigger than the cell itself, having to duck under. I make my way up the stairs, taking a look around the area, sure, it was warm, but dark... a bit scary in my opinion. Not like people wouldn't call me 'Scary' either. I mean, Let's be honest. I fluff my fluff back up, seeing someone passing. A hooded skeleton, about a few inches taller than Tale's height, face covered as well as a breathing mask across their face, dragging behind them was the cloak attacked to his jacket, much like Bill Ciphers, expect, attached to jacket. BUILT INTO the jacket.

'I wonder... Who is that? Why is he so quiet? What is that mask for? Does he ever take that mask off?" My skull was bombarded with questions, bugging me. Not being any kind of silent or quiet. I shake my skull and relax my shoulders, coming up all of the staircases. I started to take a look around the place, Unsure where this 'cross' person was. 'I hope he just isn't scared of me." I begged, talking to myself inside my own, self-center, broken, and scattered mindset. 'Why am I thinking so much as soon as I arrive? Must it be because of Nightmare? Didn't he start this?" I questioned my mindset once more. I sigh and go on with my day, giving myself a tour until running into a drippy-eyed skeleton. No eyelights whatsoever, black hate dripping from his eyes, a target as a soul? 'oh my. what has this person been through." I went to approach him, the skeleton prepared my knife, "Woah, You are scarily tall!" The skeleton complimented. 'what did I tell you? have you not realized what they say?" A voice confirmed in my mind. "thank you. " I try and keep those thoughts are. "You are?" I asked as not-mean as I could, lending a hand to shake. The skeleton lowered his knife, shaking his hand. "Killer. And You?"

'Killer...Huh... what a nice name." I complimented in my mind. "Horror. My name is Horror. Sorry 'm a bit scary." I looked away.