• The Villain Kids • [ON HIATUS]

Chapter I : The Nighters

It's a usual sunny day in the Kingdom of the Moon. Nothing eventful has happened during the day, just the people down there doing their own business, making their own story of their life.

The little Prince sat there on the statue of his father, the King of this land. He sat on the shoulder of the statue as he watches the people in town. He swung one of his legs while he held the other leg close to his chest, putting his chin on the knee. His tentacles rests beside him.

He always spends his time on his father's statue, just sitting there and watching the people in town doing their thing. When anyone notices him, they would wave or bow down at him. This statue is big and high enough so not everyone notice him on the shoulder of the statue.

The statue of his father, Nightmare, wearing a crown and a cape, the hands are on the front, holding an apple. The statue has no color, only dark gray just like rocks, but he knows that the apple is the Black Apple--The Apple of Negativity, it represents him. The statue is also pointing to another land, where his uncle, Dream, resides. He's the Grand Master of the land of the Stars, it takes three days to arrive at Dream's region. There is also a statue of his uncle with the same pose pointing towards this land as well.

The last time he had went to visit his uncle with his father was over a year ago for a festival, they're always partying and hosting festivals over there. And more lively than here.

"Hey! Nacre!!"

The Prince looks down to find the source of the voice that called him just now, finding a small skeleton with a hole on his head with a wide crack to his eye. He's not alone, there's someone with him as well. Another skeleton with black liquids falling down from his eye and scar on his cheek, taller than the other.

"The King called you to see him!!"

The smaller skeleton said with a loud voice. Nacre let out a soft laughter before waving at him, "I'm coming!"

Nacre sighed and shakes his head, he stood on the statue and jumped off and landed on his feet once he reached the bottom. He walks towards his friends while swiping his hands to get the dust off his hands,

"You always know where to find me. " He said.

The smaller skeleton, named Diaval, scoffed, "Duh, where else would you be if not on your father's statue or in the Whispering Woods. Those are your favorite places."

Nacre smiled at him. The taller skeleton, named Malice, put a hand on Nacre's shoulder, "You should get going, the King wants to have a word with you."

Nacre gave him a look, "... Am I in trouble?"

"Nope! Your father just wants to talk with you. The way Mal said it sounds like you are." Diaval said.

"Oh, okay. I'll go right now then. I'll see you guys later." Nacre waved at them. Malice and Diaval waved back with a smile on their faces before they walked away.

Nacre watched them for a few seconds before looking and walked away. Those two were his friends, they met when he was still fourteen. They're the children of Nightmare's teammates, Malice is the only son of Cross and Killer, while Diaval is the third son of Dust and Horror. Their first and second born son are Horrid and Hostile, don't know where those two are right now.

Nacre took out his phone, just to check if his father had sent him a message. But there was no messages from his father. He puts it back in his pocket and keeps walking towards the castle.

After a few minutes, he finally arrived at the castle and he opened the front door, walking in then closing the door again. When he closed the door, the sound echoes throughout the hallways. The castle is very quiet ever since the Horsts and Cillers left to live somewhere else in town. Now it's just him and his father living in the castle. This 'house' is too big for just the two of them.