(First wrote this on Quotev loll)
Humans and Monsters. Most people despise monsters, but not you. In fact, you fell in love with one.
A king.
And a Human.
Who knew that a monster made of negativity could feel love. Who knew a person could love someo...
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❖ After falling asleep in the cafe with Nightmare, I felt a lot more restless and uneasy. The negative aura was really starting to take a toll on me. At first, I only expected it to be a bit of a nuisance, maybe him using it to get more negativity out of me. But now, If I couldn't figure out some way to combat it a little I might go insane.
❖ Nightmare's gang also added a bit of stress to my plate. Knowing that I'd apparently be seeing them again was something I wasn't exceptionally thrilled about. Their personalities were a little much. Giving credit to Nightmare for being able to deal with whatever the hell they were up to all the time was something I hated.
❖ Killer was obnoxious at times, and an absolute asshole. He could be obedient though. Horror was just plain old creepy, and I hated to say it although I hadn't known him for long. He did appear to be the most sympathetic out of everyone though. Murder was just insane. Nothing else to it. I felt like If I said hi to him the wrong way I'd be hung up on his wall. At least he was quieter than the other two. Error was mostly fine. He seemed stuck up and arrogant like Nightmare, but that is manageable.
❖ After fully waking myself up, I pulled my head up off the table, and stared across, seeing Nightmare in the same exact position he was in last night. I exhaled through my nose, and turned towards the window in the booth. I had closed the curtains last night, but could see that it was still dark out through them. I grumbled, not feeling tired in the slightest, so I began to sit up to find something, anything to do.
❖ However, before I could even get out of the booth, one of Nightmare's tendrils stopped me. It blocked off the exit from the booth, and I pushed against it to try to get it to move.
❖ "Hey." I called across the table to Nightmare. Who peaked over his hoodie sleeve. "Dude control yourself." I spoke, hinting at a sexual joke, trying to lighten the mood that had been created by Nightmare's intense and heavy gaze.
❖ "I need you rested. Especially for the next few days." He laid his head back down, and moved the tendril so it pushed me back further into the booth. I struggled against it, not wanting to stay, but was pretty powerless. Just what did he mean by what he said?
❖ I groaned, and leaned against the window, looking down at my phone in my lap. It was almost dead. Maybe I could pass a bit of time on it to try and fall asleep again. So that's what I did. Nightmare's tendril didn't let up once, keeping me trapped into the booth as I gradually became tired once more, falling asleep.
Nightmare's POV:
❖ My words had came off more compassionate than I had intended, but I'm certain the human could tell no difference, nor did they really care. Feeling their body relax in my tendrils grip notified me that they had finally fallen asleep. They had only slept for a few hours, it still being early morning.
