the mold-soot family lore

the beginning of our end

IM TRYING TO MAKE LORE OKAY AND IM BAD AT WRITING

i did not read this through so uh yeah have fun

Nightmare POV:

Perhaps it was too soon. The truth is we could've waited longer to get married, maybe actually get to know each other before plunging ourselves into something neither of us had been ready for. I mean we hadn't even had a real conversation before! There has always been a severe lack of communication, WF never asked ME if I wanted kids. No, it was always 'we're adopting another one' this, and 'how about this one?' that. 

He never listens to me. But I guess I never exactly voiced my opinions either. Anything to keep my spouse happy I suppose, even at the cost of my own happiness. But the second, the second I say that I want something, "We're going to marriage counseling!" he says always with that eating-shit grin spread across his face. Yeah, because who cares about Nightmare when WF is there. So Nightmare decides they want one single thing, the last thing she has left, her own pride. But no, the answer is always no. 

I can't say I think of myself of a bad person, not a model citizen but not completely bad. So yeah I am selfish, what about it? My pride comes before anything else and that's that. Maybe if WF had actually had a conversation with me before asking me to marry them this could've been avoided but it's too late now. Maybe if we actually used words I wouldn't have gone seeking for refuge in Huggy Wuggy and the same for him but with that crusty red prick. Well, till' death does us part I guess. 

WF POV:

I love my spouse. At least that's what I tell her, truth is maybe I haven't been completely faithful. BUT ITS NOT LIKE THEY HAVE BEEN EITHER! I see the way he talks to Huggy Wuggy, I wonder if there was either a time where I made her eyes sparkle like that. Maybe when we were younger, when we were still new to this whole idea of love.

I had adopted too many children to count when we first spoke. I don't exactly remember how we met, whether it was through a drug ring or maybe just a couple of comments. Although I remember my first thoughts when I met them, holy shit she's tall. Nightmare standing at much taller than me was the perfect next spouse, I mean it was convenient they could grab things off of high shelves for me! 

So I popped the question. Maybe a day after we had met I asked her to marry me. They had agreed so the planning begun. It was a long two weeks of people spamming me to give them my preferences, Nightmare seemed to be dealing with it well enough. So I just chose my suit (the same as Harry Styles) and continued my regular life. 

Our wedding kept getting postponed, maybe it was a sign. A sign to show that this marriage should have been postponed to the point it didn't happen. I could've seen the red flags like how they don't like gum or jello or dogs... either way we went through with it anyways. I soon came to realise the obsession my new spouse had with playdough, especially neon-pink playdough. I didn't mind it much but my friends and family members did. Telling her how it wasn't safe and how it contained boric acid and such, and then others telling them to eat more. 

It was odd, but never the less we pushed forward. Turning a blind eye to every inconvenience, every slight mistake, but in the end this itself was our very downfall. And this was only the beginning of the end of our marriage. 

(A/N)

PLS IM SOBBING I CANT WRITE FOR THE LIFE OF ME 

and can someone tell google dictionary that you can spell realize like realise?? smh lousy american writers