the mold-soot family lore

my past mistakes

Nightmare POV:

I had never liked the cold. When somebody would ask why I would just tell them it was because I was a summer birthday. Since I was born for the heat? Yeah, it doesn't make a lot of sense but it's easier than explaining the truth. Even if every once in a while it seems to creep into my dreams, creating my never-ending nightmare. 

I was not given the name Nightmare at birth. My name was something completely different but, it's not like that matters anymore. Sometimes as I lay awake at night I try to remember, I try to remember what happened that winter, I try to remember what persuaded me to do such a thing. 

But like I said, that doesn't matter anymore. Things like that are simply relics of the past, untold stories that should never be told. 

Perhaps the reason I chose the name Nightmare was because of that. The way that I could never be left alone by my past mistakes and how it even found a way to haunt me when I was unconscious. As if the thoughts didn't flood my head enough when I was awake. I debate on which is worse, the memories in my dream, or the memories just floating around my head.

I like to think when I'm awake it's better. This way I don't have to relive it, this way I don't have to see what happened. This way I can only remember the scratched out faces of those who hurt me, and what I did to hurt them back. 

I can't say I feel bad for what I did, more disgusted. I find it comical that even though I've done worse than that, the incident is what haunts me through the day. I mean I worked in the mafia for a good amount of time, there isn't a way to be in there without getting your hands dirty from time to time. 

It was until recently that I quit the mafia, and that's all because of WF. When I met him I feel like I needed to change, to change my way of life to fit a more family-friendly one. Even if he was working in a drug ring, I still admired his motivation to become a teacher. 

Maybe that's what drew me towards him. I had heard of him before we had met, he worked in a drug ring, I worked in the mafia it kind of just connected. So, when he had asked me to marry him I thought I knew enough about him already. Although, I was wrong. Instead of being the person I expected xe was much kinder, funnier, a better person than I had thought. 

They had a large family, I remember talking about Spongebob's balls and whether he had them or not when I had first met them. It was an odd time but hey, I was curious and in need of answers. I found that his family was rather chaotic but entertaining at the same time, most probably because of WF's overwhelming amount of children. 

It was good back then, there was barely any fighting. Well, there was a bit of that when Cora had first arrived. Cora had always been my favourite even if she didn't seem to like me very much. I know that she missed her parent, I mean it must've been hard to lose them at such a young age.

I tried to be patient, but I'm not the most patient person either. But I'm aware I will regret one of the things I've said to her for the rest of my life. 

"You're not supposed to treat your parent like that."

I know that had hurt Cora. I mean it had hurt me when I was younger as well.

Sometimes when I look at Cora I see myself. I think that's why I have always tried my best around her, because I know myself, and I know that I cannot let Cora turn into anything like me. 

(A/N)

no because can someone tell me whether spongebob has a ween or not and if it would be made of sponge.