"Mind Of Their Own"

Chapter 9 - Questions

Nightmare struggled to get down the stairs, his tentacles clinging to the wall and the railing as he went down the stairs painfully slow.

Each step was practically agonizing. Pins and needles shot down his legs each and every step, making him feel like he would collapse any second.

"Fucking assholes.. useless slimy little..." he mumbled on, eye narrowed as he hissed quietly. He babbled on under his breath as he walked out into the living room, hardly managing before he collapsed onto the couch.

He gave a long sigh and flinched as he heard someone clear their throat. He looked up to see Killer standing by the TV, Horror and Dust standing behind him.

"Yes?" Nightmare leaned back, his voice slightly hoarse as he crossed his arms.

"Why were you screaming last night?" Killer asked. His eyes were narrowed, hands placed on his hips firmly. By how his feet were positioned, he was clearly ready to stride on over to Nightmare to stop him if he tried to walk away-- not that he could, anyhow.

Nightmare's face burned bright blue as he sputtered over his words momentarily. He couldn't think of something. 'Oh, yeah, I was just getting fucked silly by my own tentacles! No need to worry! Haha!' Definitely not.

Dust tugged on Killer's sleeve and whispered something to him. He could make out the words 'virgin' and 'fucked.' That was enough for him to understand.

"Nonononono!" Nightmare quickly said before breaking onto a fit of coughing. God, his throat hurt.

Horror walked over and sat down next to Nightmare. "Relax, Boss, your throat must be very sore. Possibly stings, if what Dust thinks is true.."

Nightmare's face burned even more. He sputtered over his words, staring at Horror with a dumbfounded expression.

"Excuse me?" Nightmare scooted away. "Nonono, you- cough- got it all--"

Horror shushed him firmly, standing up again. "Hush. Us three are taking care of you. Congratulations on losing it, now it's time for you to have some proper aftercare."

Nightmare's face got even brighter and he hid part of his burning face in his jacket.

And they just stayed true to their word. They spent the entire day helping Nightmare around the house, yet refused to let him do any paperwork.

Instead, they had set him up a comfortable spot in the library with all the Steven King and Harry Potter they could find. As well as Twilight, A Wrinkle In Time, and something Killer had found called 'Life Of Pi'-- which he had set down after a few minutes. It really wasn't interesting.

Horror and Dust also had a snarky half-argument over whether Nightmare should read Hunger Games or Wings Of Fire, yet Nightmare decided to ruin their fun and point out he had already read Hunger Games.

He honestly knew he had better things to be doing, but they wouldn't let him, so he couldn't argue much. His tentacles were also enjoying curling around him and resting on the soft bean-bag they had found in Killer's room. Nightmare couldn't complain. Killer also kept reminding him to drink some water while holding a cup of water to his face-- saying it would help his sore throat, which earned a sly comment from Dust about how Killer would know.

Nightmare could even say it was nice. He found it a bit irritating when they fussed, but he could easily ignore it by stuffing his nose into another book.

It was all in all just.. a relaxing day.