(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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❖ The story ended up being incredibly long. We did not get to finish it. The entire time Nightmare complained about the fact that I was a slower reader than him. At the beginning I tried to give him the benefit of the doubt. However, I soon got fed up with his whines. So, every time he spoke up about it, I mocked him. Using a baby voice, calling him "the skeleton who cried wolf", imitating a baby's cry; you name it. Nothing was off the table.
❖ Luckily, he seemed very unaffected by my small jabs and teases. If anything, it added to the atmosphere. Before now, I'd never felt so friendly with the skeleton. Afterall, he's feeding off my negative emotions for fucks sake. At some point it reminded me of Stockholm Syndrome, but I quickly came to the conclusion that Stockholm Syndrome and my situation are very, very, different.
❖ Nightmare's reactions were more tame and docile than I had expected them to be. It's almost as if he's used to the type of responses. I began to think about it. We were bickering like siblings, or people with a familial bond. Did he have a sibling? Family? People he considered family? The more I thought the more I began to realize just how little I know about him while he's going to end up knowing most if not all of my personal life. At one point I got so lost in thought he had to flick my forehead to regain my attention.
❖ By the time we decided to call it quits for the night, I had come to a conclusion. That this situation isn't so bad. Genuinely. It could be a lot worse. He could genuinely hate me. He could have killed me by now, like he had threatened on the first day. Hell, I'm sure he didn't even have to strike up that deal. He could have killed me on the spot, and that would have been it. The idea sends chills up my spine, and makes me feel much much more grateful for the little things. Which does include the little book reading we just had.
❖ Eventually, a yawn leaving my lips stopped our reading. I wanted to continue a little longer, but Nightmare figured it was getting late. I called him out on it, saying it was bullshit and that he didn't sleep anyways. He retorted with a "but you do". I bickered with him for a little longer. Simply for the sole purpose of basking in the peace it brought. I know damn well that later on into the night or in the morning we'll be at each other's throats again.
❖ Nightmare shooed me away to bed, but not like a parent would to their child. Like a partner would to their lover. The comparison at first was mildly horrifying. Then it was funny. Him? Of all people? Having a lover? On the way up the stairs I quickly giggled to myself. Envisioning the dark skeleton, hoodie, shorts, slippers and all, with a bright pink apron on. Those stereotypical ones that you see housewives have when the media is trying to recreate the 1980's.
❖ Once on the second floor of my home, I practically beelined for my bedroom. I hastily grabbed a pair of pajamas and ran from my bedroom to the bathroom. My body was long overdue for a shower, and it would be thanking me later.
