Nightmare the Ex-guardian of negativity.

Chapter 7 - meeting.

Killer healed quicker without emotions, he would've been running around and happily fighting the others but... he just sits near Nightmare. It wasn't normal for him, even if Nightmare had only known him for a couple of months, he felt a connection towards someone who was nice to him.

Horror was a very nice person, he rare spoke or used his voice, he mainly never used his mouth at all. He didn't enjoy lunchtimes or Diner times but he loved to cook, he kept food stored around in case anyone needed a snack or was feeling down. Dust was quick to show his laziness and his overall bored persona but he may have times where he'd just be overly paranoid.

No it doesn't mean, 'that over there, it looks creepy... it's coming closer, oh wait it's not real.' Kind of thing even though that is very scary... it means, 'I'm not here... you're here but I am not, and it's gonna hurt me...' kind of thing which is terrifying and he can't tell whether or not it is real.

Nightmare is enjoying the time nonetheless, it's either easy because everyone is getting along or hard because something is going wrong. Unfortunately, Passive can feel something new and they told about it but Nightmare doesn't believe it's important...

oh, how wrong he is.

"Boss." Killer's voice called from the hallway, he was knocking against Nightmare's door as Nightmare was trying to change from his normal jacket to a more formal jacket. It wasn't much of a difference but there was definitely a wiry sense that Nightmare was being even more formal than normal.

Nightmare buttons up the first button, "what is it Killer?" He carefully lies the hood neatly over his shoulder, it was a very pretty jacket.

The jacket was a deep blue, it fell just below Nightmare's lower torso and a couple of inches before his thighs(if he had any), it held a big hood and three beautiful silver buttons down the front, giving a little excess material that the buttons didn't reach at his waist and down his chest giving a rather low collar.

"We're ready to go, Dust and Horror are out by doors. Would you tell us where we're going to need formal wear?" Killer's voice asks from the other side of the door, he wouldn't normally question things but it seemed that Horror or Dust requested him to ask.

Nightmare opens the door to find Killer, "We're going to a meeting, it's very important so we need a good impression." Nightmare scans Killer to see if he took the orders correctly.

Killer did; he was wearing some grey trouser which looked perfect for his fit and a black collared shirt, the buttons down the front matched his souls with the target shape. The shirt was tucked into his trousers and gave a small poof at the front.

"Let's go then." Nightmare says, walking past Killer and taking the lead down the stairs. He made it to the living room quickly, Killer tagging behind, he opened the door to see the two other skeletons he had 'saved'.

The hooded one that was lay across the couch looks up and the one with the cracked skull, glances their way before looking back down at their suit nervously. They both looked amazing, the suits fitted them perfectly aswell which was a relief to Nightmare because he couldn't get the proportions off of them - they were a bit unsure about getting fitted into a suit.

The hooded skeleton, Dust, had a dusty light-lilac t-shirt which fell loosely over a pair of dust deep grey jeans. He didn't look the most formal but that was about as formal at Nightmare could get him to wear... but he did have a small tie to wear if he was being nagged about it.
The skeleton with the cracked skull, Horror, had a dark dull red jacket given to him with many pockets; he was wearing a pair of baggy trousers which also held pockets, he liked the pockets it gave more of a decoration to him.