I think I love you ~NightKill/KillMare fanfic~ (DISCONTINUED)

His right hand man

If I'm adding small comments in the book I'll talk like (this)

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The trees were dead as it was winter, thick layers of snowed piled upon each other across any surface it could rest upon, the bright white being bold again the dying trees. In fact, everything looked like it was dying, being some dark and gloomy colour. The sun shine was blocked out by a large, towering, menacing castle, vines running up the cracks of the stone, black wilting flowers drooping from them. It was old. Really old. Though it still had some beauty, the glass murals looked untouched, being a mural of a tree possessing rich, golden looking apples and deep,
purple-ish apples.

In front of the mural on the inside of the castle was a throne room, there being a single throne that towered over the flooring, there being steps up to it. Upon the throne sat a very bored Nightmare in his typical clothing, spinning his crown on the tip of his finger.

Nightmare was never normally bored when he woke up early as Killer would wake up soon after. However, the night before Killer had been given a solo mission in a separate Au but had not yet came back. It worried Nightmare but he did not let it show, keeping his menacing reputation up. So, he sat there, wide awake at 5:47 in the morning, coffee in one hand, crown in the other, laying across his throne.

He sighed as it became 6:30. No sign of his right hand man still, he grew more worried. After another 30 minutes of waiting he finally arose from his throne and decided to look for him. He didn't know why but he cared for Killer and his safety, Killer being the only member of the bad Sanses that he felt somewhat happy near, always having the same unsure feeling around him some could describe as having butterflies in your stomach.

He teleported his coffee away and into the kitchen sink as he stepped through a portal he opened, putting his hands in his pockets. He trudged through the thick snow of the copy Au he had sent Killer to, looking for him.

He searched for a good hour before coming across a sleeve from Killer's jacket that had very clearly been ripped off. His worry grew stronger as he saw blood stains on it, hearing a loud scream of pain only a few seconds later. He immediately recognised it and sprinted over to where the scream had came from.

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10th Jan ~ 2022
417 words