Beastly Beauty

Repair

Nightmare stumbled around his old home, looking at the fallen walls. He was disgusted and ashamed of how the Castle looked. It once was a proud place to be... A place of laughter, light and beauty! It was a place of magic and wonder! Now, it was nothing but a grave.

The gooey monster had once not care about how his home looked, but now... Now that Cross had came... He very much did.

He slowly went to the main office, the place where it all happened.

The room was trashed, worse than anywhere else. It was there that he usually loses his temper. Where he had lost his temper.

Sighing softly, rubbed his face. He felt so... Numb? He wasn't sure. He doesn't know how to feel anymore. Being as old as him, being as alone as him, has left him unable to understand his emotions. In truth, it had been awhile since he had last thought an actual thought. There was nothing to think about in the grave of his home... At least till Cross.

"There you are, Night!" A cheery voice chirped behind the goo covered monster.

The giant of thing tensed, his tentacles feeling the need to lash out at the surprise. He quickly reeled that bad habit in, reminding himself that he doesn't do that anymore... That doing that was bad...

"Hello..." He mumbled, turning toward the white clad monster. To his surprise, said monster was carrying some building tools. Tilting his head, he pointed to them. "Why are you carrying those?"

The shorter monster laughed some, their smile stretching a little. "To help fix up the castle! Or at the very least make it more livable."

Nightmare nodded slowly. Yes, that made sense to him. It also went so well with the other's sweet personality. Yet, he knew they would just be wasting their time.

"We... Don't need supplies..." He muttered lowly, getting a confused look. The smile never fell, but it did soften and change. Gulping some, the gooey skeleton took a deep breath before exhaling slowly. As he exhaled, the study they both were in slowly fixed itself. The mold lessened to a reasonable amount, the signs of anger and water damage slowly disappearing. Now the room was no where near done, but it was much better than before.

Cross's eyes widen some at what he had just seen. There was no way that could be possible! There was no magic spell or item that could do that!

"Wow!" The white clad monster shouted, amazement taking over his face. "That was amazing! Can you do that to the whole Castle?" He hummed, stepping toward the other excitedly.

The broad monster blushed a little, looking down at the better looking carpet. He hadn't seen someone that happy with something that he had done... Only they were ever remotely happy with whatever he did.

"Y-Yeah... T-The whole grounds..." He muttered, his tentacles curling around him in a soft and tense manner.

The shorter skeleton noticed the change his new friend. The change was so subtle, it easily could've been missed by anyone! Yet, he noticed it. Something about the way Night had said that had a hidden meaning, had a quieter message. It was attached to something that they weren't proud about, maybe even sadden for?

Blinking those thoughts away, the white clad monster grinned sweetly.

"Why don't we fix a few rooms then?" He hummed out, offering a hand. "We should start with a bedroom and then move to a kitchen, yes?"

The way Cross had said that made the other instantly agree. He didn't understand why as there was no underlining tone of aggression or anger, nothing that would naturally force him to agree! Yet, he still did.

Cross grinned and softly cheered. He then took the other's hand and pulled him out of the mostly destroyed study room. Night gulped some, but lead the other with him to the room he had been sleeping in for the newest while. His last room was no longer any livable space, even for Nightmare.

Once in the room, the white clad monster narrowed his eyes some as he glared at the filthy room. It was almost as bad as the study, except while the study was just physically destroyed, the bedroom was moldy, moth eaten and torn by the weather.

Glancing at the larger skeleton, he noticed how they couldn't seem to look in direction. Clearly, they were ashamed of how their room was.

Quickly, Cross smiled at them, patting their back in an encouraging way. Gulping a little, he started to fix the room. He first started with the shattered window, attempting to make it look like it was new. He couldn't do that without having to grip his doorway. He hadn't fixed the place in so long that his body wasn't use to it. Honestly, his body wasn't use to much anymore. Taking a deep breath, he focused his power on just making the room more livable. The mold lessened, the carpet became less moth-eaten, and the bed became more comfortable looking.

Cross's eyes widen as he quickly had to catch the taller monster. Their face was flushed and pale at the same time. Sweat coated his skull and his body clearly had given out on him.

A look of slight confusion was on the monster's face before he groaned lowly. He couldn't really feel his limbs, he was just so tired and weak. He had either overexerted himself or he didn't have the energy to spare. It was probably both, seeing as he hadn't really eaten or did anything in so long.

Somehow, the pale monster was able to carry the other to the less broken bed. He did frown as the bed groaned under the weight of someone's body. It seemed fixing the Castle Nightmare's way was going to take some time. Though, he didn't mind. It just gave him an excuse for him to visit.