Unrequited LOVE

•Chapter 43•

"The damned party starts in twenty minutes, are you done yet?" Nightmare's voice sounds scratchy through the door.

You huff, wrapping the full-upper-armor over your shoulders and clipping it under your wings. "I'm almost done!"

A sigh. "Women..."

"I heard that!" You call, a bit incensed. Under your breath, you mutter: "Men..."

After a few minutes, you finish getting ready. Looking in the mirror, you certainly look like a warrior. The blood-red cape swishes at your ankles while the tunic falls just below your knees. The plastic silver armor covering your chest and shoulders glitters in the light, unusually shiny.

Nightmare's leaning against the opposite wall when you exit your room. He's wearing an all-back suit and you wonder who he's dressed up as. "Finally, now we can-..." he stops, eyelight drifting down your body.

Heh. Gotcha.

You smirk. "Cat got your tongue, buddy?"

He clears his non-existent throat, blushing a light teal. "L-Let's just go. Dream will throw a fit if we're late."

"Of course," you follow him down the hall to the living room, where the others are waiting. Horror, who's wearing a rather sexy hotdog costume, waves at you. Dust and Killer, hilariously, are both wearing black maid dresses under their usual coats.

"nice costume."

"Thanks," you smile. "You all look good, too."

"Now that we are all here," Nightmare says. He opens a portal with a lazy flick of his index phalange. "Let us depart."

You grin. This is going to be awesome.

***

At first glance, the party is, indeed, awesome. Dream's castle, though you feel Nightmare's would be more suited for this brand of party, is absolutely decked out in decorations. There are even a few, albeit clothed, plastic skeletons hanging from the towering entrance.

"Woah," you breath, marveling at the towering golden pillars of the castle, bright with positivity. It's just you and Nightmare, because the others are already inside.

"Oh, you're here!" You turn to see Dream, dressed in a golden king costume, walking towards the group. His golden gaze lands on Nightmare. "I was beginning to wonder if I'd have to drag you here, brother!"

"Whatever," Nightmare grumbles. His single eyelight flicks in your direction, practically begging you to get rid of Dream.

Jeez, fine, you big baby...

With a silent huff, you face the golden skeleton. "So, Dream, what's on the schedule for this party?"

He grins widely. "I'm glad you asked. Everyone's still getting here, so there'll be a twenty minute "intermission period," but we're planning on playing games, eating food, and having fun together!"

"Sounds like fun," you chuckle. "What kind of games?"

"Pin the tail on the 'donkey', truth or dare, never have I ever... games like that," he blinks thoughtfully. "Ink suggested incorporating alcohol in some of the games... do you drink?"

Nightmare wraps a tentacle around your wrist. You don't react, but Dream's eyelights still snap down to stare at the dark appendage for a split second.

Nightmare, you possessive b-

"Not really," you admit ruefully. "But it sounds like fun - with moderation, of course."