Human killermare short stories

A broken promise

I'm in an angsty mood
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Killer trudged through the dimly-lit corridors of Nightmare's castle, his steps heavy and tired. He had just returned from a mission that Nightmare had sent him on, and it hadn't gone as planned. He had failed to retrieve the important artifact that his boss had wanted, and now he was in trouble, he just knew it.

He made his way to Nightmare's office, his heart heavy with dread. He knew that he was going to be scolded for his failure, but he couldn't help feeling resentful. Nightmare had been pushing him too hard lately, and Killer was tired of feeling like he was constantly failing.

When he reached the door to Nightmare's office, he hesitated for a moment, taking a deep breath to steady himself. He pushed the door open and stepped inside.

Nightmare was sitting at his desk, his face unreadable in the dim light. He looked up as Killer entered, his expression hard.

"You failed, Killer," he said flatly. "I trusted you to complete this mission, and you let me down."

Killer gritted his teeth, feeling the anger rising in him. "I did my best," he said through clenched teeth. "It's not my fault that things didn't go as planned."

Nightmare's eyes narrowed. "Your best wasn't good enough," he said coldly. "I'm disappointed in you."

Killer felt a wave of hurt wash over him. He had always looked up to Nightmare, had always wanted to make him proud. And now, it seemed like he had failed him completely.

He opened his mouth to speak, to defend himself, but the words caught in his throat. He felt a lump forming, and he swallowed hard, trying to keep the tears at bay.

Nightmare seemed to sense his distress, and his expression softened slightly. "Killer, I know this is difficult for you," he said, his voice gentler now. "But you have to understand that failure is not an option. We can't afford to make mistakes."

Killer felt a flash of anger again. He was tired of being treated like a tool, tired of feeling like he was nothing more than a pawn in Nightmare's grand scheme.

But he swallowed his anger, forcing himself to stay calm. "I understand," he said quietly. "I'll do better next time."

Nightmare nodded, seeming satisfied with his response. "Good," he said. "I'm glad to hear that. And Killer?"

Killer looked up, meeting Nightmare's gaze.

"I know I can be hard on you sometimes," Nightmare said, his voice softer now. "But I want you to know that I care about you. You're important to me."

Killer felt a flicker of something warm inside him at Nightmare's words. He had always known that Nightmare cared about him, deep down. But sometimes, it was hard to remember that when he was being so cold and distant.

"I know," he said, his voice barely above a whisper. "I care about you too."

Nightmare gave him a small smile. "Good," he said. "Now, go get some rest. You look like you could use it."

Killer nodded, turning to leave. As he reached the door, he paused, looking back at Nightmare.

"Nightmare?" he said hesitantly.