the mold-soot family lore

A Warm Welcome Back

Edit: Okay, so I wasn't aware that Connie and Willow were cousins in this but I've fixed it now so woop woop

Nightmare POV:

6 months.

6 months had passed since Cora had gone off to university, but she was finally back! Wf was beyond ecstatic to hear of her plans to visit, so much so that he decided to host a giant party to celebrate. I, however, was not as ecstatic. Don't get me wrong, Cora is a wonderful child and even though we've had a couple of rough patches in the past I think we've created quite a nice bond between us. But, parties? They're really not my thing. I knew that WF planned on inviting all of his friends, all of which I didn't know. I mean it's not like I could invite anyone, I don't really have friends. What I mean by that is that I've tried to avoid personal relationships as much as possible. My past profession was in the mafia so it's not like the people I would make friends with would stay alive for very long. Whether it was a secret mission to take down some sort of operation from the inside or simply my colleagues, they all seemed to die around me. This is why I had become accustomed to ignore those who attempted to become my friend, I at least tried to I mean, WF got by and so did Huggy Wuggy. I thought about inviting Huggy Wuggy but it didn't seem like the right time to just suddenly tell WF that I had made a random friend in the middle of the city and haven't been able to get him out of my head since the first day I met him. I really should figure out why that is, perhaps it's due to the fact I'm not used to any real social interaction other than WF. Even though with all his studying I guess I haven't seen much of him either. I must say that WF has been acting a bit strange for a while. Whether it's him sneaking around in the middle of the night to who knows where or always being so secretive about what he's doing. It worries me a bit. I mean it's not that I don't trust WF, of course I do! But sometimes I just feel like something isn't right anymore with us, maybe it's because we don't see each other so often anymore. We really should go to couples therapy one of these days. 

I sigh, breaking my train of thought to open my eyes and look at the flowers in front of me. I had tried to take a nap in the garden but it seems to have failed, like it always does. The sun sat proudly in the sky beaming down at me, I enjoyed the warmth as I knew that the weather would soon turn to something much darker and colder. I guess that's why Cora is visiting now instead of later. Speaking of WF and Cora, WF was at the airport right now to pick Cora up which means I should probably start getting the decorations WF bought up and ready. I decided to lightly jog back to the house since I really should get there quickly. Those were the thoughts of a fool because around five seconds after I had began to jog, I tripped over a loose stone in the path. I turned my body so all my weight would fall on my right arm/shoulder. I met the floor with a sickening crack. It took me a good second to realise I was on the floor as pain began to rush into my arm. I quickly stood up and grabbed my arm close to my body, gently saying 'ow' as I began to walk quickly into the house.

I didn't know what happened to my arm all I knew that it hurt and I doubt that that cracking noise was a good thing. Once I had reached my bedroom's bathroom I pulled open the first-aid cupboard and took out two things. An ice-pack and some Extra Advance Panadol. I quickly swallowed one of the pills with water and activated the ice pack my throwing it on the floor. I put the ice pack on the side of my arm and then went to my closet. I searched through the closet quickly looking for one thing, a scarf. Once I had found one I strapped it around my arm and tied it in the back creating a makeshift sling. And then, I went on with my day. Blinking my pain away and hanging the decorations. Some may say, "Hey Nightmare! You should go to a doctor since you can barely move your arm and that cracking noise didn't sound very good. Also, what's up with that weird popping noise every time you rotate your shoulder forward?" But I say those are the words of the weak. I am Nightmare fucking Soot. I don't need some dumb ass doctor to tell me what's wrong with my when I am perfectly fine by myself. I wince as the arm hits a door frame while I turn a corner continuing to hang decorations.