Nightmare Team x Reader Oneshots (REQUESTS ARE OPEN!)

Royalty

Love interest: Nightmare

Genre: Horror

Requested by: AnthroHub (I'm so sorry it took this long!!)

Extra Details: You are a servant of the King, King Nightmare. One day, during a ball hosted by none other than the Queen herself, King Nightmare snapped, killing her and many of the other guests.

Warnings: Body Gore/Horror, presumed death

Oh my fucking god. Your running footsteps echoed in the long, endless hallway.

Oh my fucking god, oh my fucking god, oh my-

You tripped, landing painfully on something on the ground. You got up quickly, feeling the spot carefully.

Blood. And maybe something else.

You stopped running, hearing something in the darkness. Your breath caught in your throat.

No thoughts entered your mind, the only thing you could hear was the pounding of your heart in your ears.

"Oh Y/n~"

You jumped, almost letting out a yelp. Your hand covered your mouth, your frightened eyes looking around, trying to find something to use as a weapon.

"It appears I made a mess in the ballroom. I need your help to clean it up."

You were too scared to move, too scared to do anything.

"i need your help y/n."

You screamed, jumping away from the King who had just whispered in your ear.

"Aw~" He cooed. "It looks like I scared you."

King Nightmare chuckled. "How thrilling." A content sigh exited his mouth.

"My lord-" Your voice refused to go on any further. Your eyes widened in terror as you watched him step closer to you.

Blood was smeared across his face, making it look like he -or someone else- tried to wipe it off him.

A sickening feeling in your gut told you that the blood on his face and body was very much the Queens.

"Please." The croaked smile on his face sent you into a frozen terror. It was a smile that no human should possess.

His clothes were messed up, like someone fought back, the guards maybe? But it was his hands that scared you the most.

Being held in his right hand, the weapon that likely killed half of the Kings court, plus the peasants who lived below. A bloodied axe, the one from the alter that honored his long lost brother, Dream.

In his left hand, a jumbled mess of intestines, probably from the Queen.

"Continue on what you were going to say."

You jumped, your eyes quickly looking back up at his face. Thinking quickly, you did the only thing you could think of.

"You said you needed my help?"

His smile grew bigger. "Why, yes I did."

He chuckled, dropping the intestines. The meat landed on the ground with a sickening 'flop' and you couldn't help but shiver.

Nightmare's now free hand raised itself and gently held your chin, getting the Queens blood on your terrified face. He leaned in close, to the point where you could smell the blood on his face, and kissed your lips softly.

He pulled away, leaving the blood on his own lips on yours. The sickening taste of copper and iron filled your mouth.

"Come with me love, you have work to do."