(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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❖ I awoke to my usual "get ready for work" alarm blaring in my ears. I groaned and shifted to lay onto my stomach, shoving my face into the pillow. The headache inducing sound soon dissipated. I pulled my head up, looking towards my phone. Nightmare stood there, my phone in his hand and a frown on his skull.
❖ "That ringtone is awful," he admits, slowly moving his gaze to my face.
❖ "You got any better suggestions? If so, do tell," I snapped back, beginning to sit up on the bed. Nightmare scoffed, rolling his one eyelight, and dropping the phone back down on the nightstand.
❖ "Wind chimes," Nightmare states. I hum in response, reaching for my phone now that it's out of his clutch. Unlocking the device, I search for my boss's work number, and call it. I leave a voicemail stating that I won't be coming into work today.
❖ "I've called off work," I informed Nightmare, locking my phone and gently placing it on the nightstand. I stand up, making my way to my closet.
❖ "Casual attire?" I question, looking back at the skeleton. He nods, and with confirmation I turn away and open the closet doors. I immediately reach in for a band-t, pulling out one that adorns my favorite band. I snatch my favorite pair of shoes and exit the closet, tossing the shirt on the bed and dropping my shoes next to it. I walk to my dresser, reaching in and grabbing a pair of jeans. Those too are tossed onto my bed.
❖ "I'll be downstairs in the kitchen when you're ready," Nightmare hastily speaks, rushing out of the room so I can change. I quickly change, adding jewelry to my outfit, and make my way downstairs and into the kitchen. I decide to grab a pack of poptarts instead of making something this morning.
❖ "Are you gonna keep being all secretive or are you going to tell me where we're going?" I ask, fumbling with the bag of poptarts.
❖ "We're going to a bookstore." Nightmare begrudgingly admits, watching me struggle with the poptarts. I hum in acknowledgment, mostly focusing on trying to rip open the plastic. When I finally get it open crumbs come flying out of the packaging and I almost drop the poptarts. I curse, and Nightmare snickers.
❖ "Shut it," I grumble, pulling out one of the poptarts and biting into it. He smirks and hums at me, not taking me seriously.
❖ "Whatever. Let's just get on with this. Where's the place at?" I sigh. Nightmare doesn't answer, he only walks closer to me. I stand there continuing to eat, confused.
❖ "I'll be taking us there," he states blankly, placing a tendrils on my shoulder. For a moment, the world feels like it's spinning, and I feel like I'm falling. The feeling quickly subsides and I'm balanced once again. I soon realize that the kitchen we had been standing in is now the interior of a bookstore.
