Nightmare the Ex-guardian of negativity.

Chapter 11 - Golden magic Apples! Or specifically, positve apples

Not canon!!! There are bits that aren't the same as you might've seen because this is my story ^^
Warning:
Mentions of throwing up/vomiting and masses of guilt
Mentions of eating disorders (not specifically!! Just hints)
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He was sprawled out along the bed, Nightmare didn't even think that Killer would've moved enough to spread that far. Nightmare didn't expect him to reach that far along the bed to be honest. Yet, Killer had taken up the whole of his bed when Nightmare walked in in the morning to wake him.

"That's weirdly impressive..." Nightmare mumbles, walking over to the side of Killer's bed and gently tapping the side of his skull. Killer's face was buried in the pillow, it looked hard to breathe but Killer looked fine.

Killer exhales loudly, his arms scrunching up next to his skull and lifting the pillow into him, "Ngh..."

Nightmare stares at him, an amused light in his eye, "come on." He says with weird affection, "it's time to get up..."

"Nuh...." Killer murmurs, rolling over and curling into a ball, "I don't wanna." He body gives a small bounce as he touches his chest, "ouch..."

Nightmare stares at Killer, violently pulling the blanket from him and making Killer freeze, "Get up." With that he walks out, "also we're getting some clothes today so bring a jacket you can zip up, I'm not giving you that ruined shirt."

"M'okay." Killer mumbles, laying on his chest without a care for the wound.

Nightmare sighed heavily before turning on a light, it glowing to life brightly right next to Killer. "SCREE!!" Killer jumps, looking around with half closed eyes.

"Now, breakfast is in 5 minutes. Now get up, I'll check the wound when you get downstairs." He was out in the hall but Killer could still here him.

He yawned loudly, "yeah..." he slowly fell out of bed, landing on his feet and collecting his jacket from the floor. "Okay, that was cool." He mutters, his mood increasing from the fact that now being elegant is a default for him.

He walked out of the room, slowing putting his jacket on while going to the kitchen. Horror was leaning against the counter, hands behind him while talking to Nightmare - or technically listening to him. Dust was sat down in a seat, looking rather content with an empty plate in front of him.

Killer sat down opposite to Dust, staring at him creepily. Dust hadn't seemed to notice.

"Good morning Killer." Nightmare says, bringing a plate over to him before pausing, "put your jacket on properly, breakfast is a time for eating. Not showing off." He indicated to Killer's chest, which was shown. To be honest, Nightmare didn't actually care but it's useful to tell them to stop things before it becomes habit to them. It would be weird if Nightmare brought a guest and some of them weren't properly dressed; it'd be funny though.

Killer yawns quietly, zipping his jacket up past his ribs, "morning." He picks up a fork, slowly shovelling food into his mouth, "hafe you eahen?" He says through a mouthful. (Have you eaten?)

Nightmare glares at Killer, "don't eat with your mouth full." Nightmare steps back, "I have, Dust is glowing from it and..." he glanced at Horror, "have you eaten yet?"

Horror nods quietly, "yeah... I have..." he murmurs, looking away nervously. Nightmare stares at him questioningly before nodding to himself, not pushing it to far.

"Ok then." Nightmare says, leaning on the counter next to Horror, "also we're going to get some clothes and other necessary equipment today so go to the living room when you've done." Horror quickly walks out, Dust standing up and following him close behind. "Hmm..." Nightmare hums, glancing at Killer, "we should check on that wound."