Grounded [Cerrormare]

The Criminal at the Window

6642 words. Sorry we died for a minute there

Nightmare was blasting music as he was scrolling through his phone. It was helping distract from what happened that night. What happened to his wings. . .

He turned up the music, sighing. He closed his eyes, but didn't get comfortable. He turned around, facing his window.

Something knocked against it.

Nightmare jumped up eye wide. He turned down the volume of his music and cautiously approached the window. He pulled open the curtains.

Nightmare slapped his hands over his mouth as to not scream, looking at the criminal perched against the ledge on the other side of the window. The Scarlet Wing tilted his head and knocked again.

Nightmare closed the curtains.

There was a small tap sound against the window. The modified voice spoke. "If you don't let me in, I'm breaking your window."

The criminal could faintly here Nightmare say, "Oh, fuck you!" Through the glass as the curtains opened again. Nightmare unmatched his window and thrust open the glass, hoping to shove the other off.

The Scarlet Wing laughed. "Wha-at? Why so salty, Night?"

"How do you know my name?" Nightmare scoffed.

"Oh- uh. . ."

"You- haven't been stalking me, have you?" He took a step back.

"What?! No! No!" He raised his arms in defense. "I wouldn't do that!"

"I wouldn't know, you're a criminal! Now tell me how you know!" He hissed, grabbing the box cutter off his desk.

"Uhh. . . Y-you told me! Last time I came over." He lied.

Nightmare raised an eyebrow, lowering his weapon. "I. . I did. . ?"

"Mhm."

"I. . . Don't remember that." He looked down.

"Well, it was a while ago." The criminal shrugged.

"Yeah. . . I really only remember you wanting to touch my wings." He glared.

"Heh. . . Oh yeah. . ." He chuckled sheepishly.

"So is that why you're back?"

"Pff, no. . . I mean, that's part of it-"

"Hey-!"

"I promise I won't! For now."

Nightmare scoffed. He went to his bed, sitting down. "What do you want?"

"To see how you're doing." The criminal didn't stand still, swaying from side to side on his feet.

"And you care because. . ?"

"Because you almost died?"

"What about the other's you've killed? Did you not care when they actually died?"

"I kind of didn't kill them. I mean, I am the reason for their death, but I didn't touch them."

"Oh, what, you have a scolding knife launcher?" He asked sarcastically.

"Pff- no, someone else does it at their own will."

Nightmare furrowed his eyebrows. "What-?"

"I don't want to talk about it." The Scarlet Wing sat beside Nightmare. "So, how've ya been?"

Nightmare backed away. "Is this the part you ask something you don't care about so you can touch my wings?" He glared.

"No, I can control myself that much."