Murderer Of The Forest

8

      Nightmare sat on his bed silently flipping through a dictionary randomly.

It was Saturday, and boredom had finally kicked in.

"What cha doing~"

Nightmare groaned. "I swear, Dream. If you don't leave me alone I'm going to kick you're ass-!" Nightmare stopped.

Killer waved with one hand while the other just rested on Nightmare's doorknob.

"Please.. Pray tell me. How the fuck did you get in my house." Nightmare asked knowing fully well that the door downstairs was locked and Dream would check with Nightmare first before letting some random person in.

"Used the kitchen window."
Killer said closing the bedrooms door and went to sit on Nightmare's bed.

"Of course you did.." Nightmare mumbled rubbing his eye.
"How do you even know where I live!?"

"I walked you home the first day I met you, Nightmare. Remember?" Killer asked grinning evilly.

Nightmare took a glance at Killer and shoved him off the bed and onto the bed. "Get you're dirty ass off my bed."

Killer couldn't be bothered to move from the floor. "Can I stay over?"
Killer asked watching Nightmare resume reading the dictionary.

"Why?"

"Because, you're clearly bored. So am I.
We're friends, Nightmare. Plus I don't want to go home." Killer said kicking off his shoes and throwing them at the wall.

"..Do whatever you want, I guess."
Nightmare said shrugging as Killer pumped his fist in the air.

"Yes! Thank you! You will never regret agreeing, Nighty." Killer said standing up and observing Nightmare's room.

"I so will regret this. And don't call me that." Nightmare said setting down his dictionary besides himself.

"What? Nighty?" Killer said looking through Nightmare's bookshelf.

"Yes. Don't call me that." Nightmare said ripping one of his own books out of Killer's hands.

"Okay..Moonshine."

Nightmare could swear he didn't even need to see Killer's face to see the huge grin in his face.

"No."

"Moonlight?"

"Killer, Stop. Now."

"Nightlight."

"..Do you want to be abused?"

"Moon pie? Moonjelly? Honeymoon? Moonstone? Or maybe Mooncake? Or moving on from moon, Midnight?"

Nightmare stood a sighed and mentally prepared himself to beat the shit out of that cheeky bastard.

"How about MoonBeam?"

"I'm going to hit you."

"Nootmare? Goopy lord? Or maybe gay bitch- I- Ow! Nightmare!" Killer hissed as Nightmare smacked him on the head with his dictionary.

"Do you have anything to eat?" Killer asked as Nightmare set the book he had taken from Killer moments ago back on its rightful place on the bookshelf.

"Dream should be making something for dinner." Nightmare said lowly.

"Oh yea, I saw him while I was climbing through the window."

"I- how did he not see you."

"He did."

"..My lord, Killer." Nightmare said chuckling while he flopped down onto the bed on his back.