welp sad nightmare ig

Chap 1

“I see”, Nightmare said, his expression not revealing anything about the turmoil inside of him as he was still sitting in the same relaxed posture he always did. “That's.. all?”, Killer asked, already half expecting a fight with the darker skeleton.“You can leave when you're ready”, Nightmare told him, “but don't forget what this place has been to you. You can come back whenever you want, visit the others for they might miss you. Our doors are open to you as long as you don't drag the enemy behind your back.”Killer was taken aback, this was not what he expected at all, and yet..  “Thank you, boss”, he nodded before he turned around and teleported off to his room.Nightmare took a moment to make sure he was really gone before he opened a portal of his own, going back to the one place he knew no one would interrupt him.  He sat down next to what remained of that tree, pulling his knees up to his chest and laying his head into his arms, his tentacles hiding him from the eyes that weren't there. It wasn't about what he almost had with Killer, not about all the little things he did for the other – he told himself that. He was happy for him, happy Killer had found someone that gave him more than Nightmare ever could. He did everything to drag him out from the pit he found him in, now it was someone else's turn to care for him.He didn't know how long he spent there, but he knew he was back before anyone noticed his absence.Killer left the next day already, he had packed most things in advance, only came back for some things he had left with the others.And that was it, all it took was Killer, the self-proclaimed right hand of the king, leaving without consequences for the rest of the team to slowly admit they had people as well, lovers or friends they wanted to go to, stay with. All Nightmare did was nod, wish them good riddance and watch them go. He told himself it was better this way, he had never been a good influence, never had full control of his aura. They were better off without him.Nobody had noticed that menacing smile turn to a bittersweet one, but bittersweet it stayed. The reign of the king of nightmares ended as silent as it began and he was never seen again, barely talked about in hushed voices or horror-stories one would tell their children if they refused to sleep.Bittersweet they say, are the stories that make you smile with a frown on your brow. Nightmare smiled with a tear in his eye as he watched his children grow up without him.

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do not worry guys, i will finish the other story that i made about nightmare but i just had the idea so why not 👍