Papa Nightmare? [Nightkiller] [English Version]

CHAP 3

Narrator:

The bad guys were gathered in the nightmare is castle, all but two skeletons in particular. One of them had arrived very agitated by teleporting in the middle of the meeting room.

"I'm late?" Killer asked looking at everyone in the room.

"No, the boss hasn't arrived yet" answered Dust playing with one of his sharp bones.

"The weirdest thing of all is that he's still sleeping" Horror continued entering the meeting room with a plate full of food.

"How do you know he's sleeping?" Cross asked, sitting in the background with a chocolate bar in hand.

"I heard snoring when I was taking food from the kitchen" Horror spoke again adjusting his chair to sit and enjoy his food.

"This has to do with what we planned yesterday?" He was curious about the answer.

The one with dark eye sockets took a seat next to his friend, he already knew that they would ask him a question like that and he had formulated an incomplete story about what happened the day before.

"I gave him the de-stressing like we planned, after that he collapsed on top of his desk having to teleport him to his room" he wasn't lying to them, that's what happened, he just didn't tell the whole story altering some parts. Dust was satisfied with the answer without asking for more details, returning his gaze to the others who talked nonsense.

So 2 hours passed, everyone was bored waiting for their boss, to kill the boredom Dust nailed Cross to the wall using him as a dartboard, the difference was that instead of darts he used sharp bones being directed towards his target, Horror on the other hand kept eating everything he found in the kitchen, Red/Fell was sitting with a scowling face, Raspberry was getting ready looking in a mirror like a diva, Error had left after ten minutes of waiting and Hate had not assisted as always.

Everyone was busy with their own business, it was normal for a mess to arise when the Boss was late, so Killer did not take much importance to it, he was quieter than normal, in a different situation he would be accompanying Dust stabbing knives pointing at Cross if not it was because his mind was immersed in something else, he kept thinking about what happened the day before.

Killer's POV:

After returning to my Au and taking a hot water bath I noticed all the bites and suckers that I had all over my body, when I got out of the bathtub I could feel the pain in my hips more clearly, Nightmare had been too rough, I was completely shattered and if I didn't attend the meeting it would raise suspicions. For this occasion it was that I stole Cross's chocolates, I took one of the chocolates and placed it in my mouth finishing eating it, when I did it my magic was recharging.

I started by curing the pain and making the hickeys and bites disappear, I couldn't cure the pain completely due to the lack of sleep that was affecting me, we Sans sleep a lot and not doing so makes us lose energy.

Despite all my efforts, one mark in particular did not want to disappear, the first bite made by the oil octopus 'Wretched it had to be', the mark was infused with magic preventing it from being removed unless the owner wants it to, which means that it will stay there until I die, I wouldn't ask Nightmare to remove it, in the end he wouldn't remember anything that happened.

Narrator:

Killer came out of his thoughts when he heard someone opening the door, everyone stopped in their tracks when they saw who was peeking out.

"Why all the fuss? It's too early for you to be here" Nightmare had entered the meeting room with a frown, the disorder of his subordinates had woken him up from a pleasant nap.

"The meeting should have started two hours ago" Red/Fell wasn't afraid to answer him since he was used to receiving a beating from his brother every day without exception, nothing could be worse than that in his opinion.

Nightmare didn't say anything to Red/Fell's disrespectful response, he just walked to his seat, crossing his arms and starting the meeting.

The looks of astonishment did not wait to show themselves, everyone was more than surprised, even Killer, he was the most amazed of all, he never thought that spending the night with his Boss would change him so much causing a slight blush on his cheekbones, he had to get rid of those thoughts if he didn't want his feelings to be noticed by Nightmare.

Killer shook his head to dissolve those thoughts about the previous night and returned to focus on his Boss's words, that's when he felt a small pain in his soul.

'He really doesn't remember anything', he didn't know why it hurt him, he was supposed to be happy, he doesn't have to get away from those he considers his family, he can continue looking at his companions with his eyes up.

The dark-eyed man tried to convince himself in every possible way that the reason his soul hurt wasn't Nightmare, he had discarded those feelings a long time ago, he had learned to control his feelings for that very reason. As you must have already guessed, Killer in the past was interested in his Boss, he had developed feelings for the prince of nightmares but he knew that it would not be reciprocated, he knew that the moment he realized that he was experiencing positive feelings, the octopus would not hesitate to stab his soul, so he discarded them and locked them in the deepest part of his hurt soul.

Why did they have to come back just now? Why did I have to suffer again for the same skeleton? Why did I have to fall in love with my boss? Why? Why? Why? Why-

"Killer?" His name was being called, apparently everyone had stopped talking and a specific person was staring at him, it was Nightmare, he had focused too much on his feelings, he had to control himself.

The dark-eyed man took a deep breath to calm down, returning to a neutral look, he had recovered his emotions a long time ago and learned to control them to continue in the group of bad guys, he would not let his years of effort go to waste, not now.

The meeting took its course again ignoring what had happened before, they could not choose an Au to destroy, postponing the meeting for the next meeting.

At the end of the meeting, the one with black eye sockets teleported to his Au, he didn't want to be filled with questions and less if they came from the skeleton for which his soul aches, he had enough for today.

He wanted to rest and forget everything that had happened.

While Killer was resting, a skeleton covered in negativity was confused in his room, he had found a piece of cloth that he recognized, the question was, why was it there?

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So far today's chap., hoping you liked it.

I want to remind you that English is not my first language and I use the translator to make this version of my original book that is on my profile in Spanish, if you have been interested in the book and know how to read Spanish feel free to check it out.

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