Chapter: 12

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                                                                  Finally some Fluff in this dark af story!

I woke up in a very tight grasp. The rope was gone, and I felt something sticky like slime with bones hugging me. I looked up and noticed that it was Mr. Nightmare, he was crying and whispering incoherent words to me. It sounded like Sokime apologizes but they where jumbled up to the point you can't understand. His tentacles where wrapped around me in a protective way. 

There was comforting silence, well for me. His grasp felt so comforting, and the way that he was being so protective over me just made me feel happy. Him just caring for me made me feel so loved. I didn't want to leave this moment. But of course he seemed worried so of course I had to answer.

"Œœœłçžßęæææę" Was all that came out of my mouth. 

I couldn't talk anymore. It was just like a few days ago. I had lost my voice...again. Dam it, why now.

Mr. Nightmare looked at me scared and then angry. "WHY THE HELL WOULD YOU DO THAT, TERROR!?" I looked at him confused and then I remembered. Lastu means terror in sokime, how could I forget. But that isn't the point I need to comfort Mr. Nightmare.

"Œæę" I tried to apologize but nothing could be understandable. It made me so angry not being able to talk. I hugged him tight so he knew I was sorry. I sounded like a pathetic broken radio. 

He looked at me on so confused. I hate when my vocal cords break because my adopted brother decided to strangle me with a rope.

I began to cry from the anger at myself. I got caught up in the pain of being strangled that I forgot about Mr. Nightmare, and I ended up break my vocal cords in the process. He probably thought I am selfish especially because Uni disappears right after I become unconscious so the rope was probably still around my neck. Oh he probably thought I tried to commit sayori. He probably hates me now.

I felt a hand pat my head, it made me flinch a little but I warmed up to it. "Shh" he whispered to me. "It's all going to be ok." He used a tentacle to carry me off the floor, but I didn't let go of him. "No one can hurt you." He lifted me with him as he stood up. I clung onto his neck so I wouldn't fall while he used his hands to keep me on from falling. "You don't have to worry, I will always be here." He said while pulling down the blue blanket and placing me gently on the purple and blue bed. "I'll keep you safe, I promise." He said to me pulling the blanket so it covered me. "Right now it's late so why don't you sleep and we'll talk in the morning." He pat my head some more before kissing my forehead. "Sleep well Terror." 

Mr. Nightmare stood up and was about to walk away when I tugged at his sleeve. I wanted to tell him to stay but "Æ朜" was all that came out. He looked at me and then smiled slightly. He walked towards me and sat down leaning his head onto the bed. It made me smile seeing how much he cared about me.

I held onto his hand and held it close to me. Him just being there made me feel safe. His aura was strong but wasn't menacing to me, it told me that I had someone who could protect me. Someone who loved me, someone who actually cared. I thought about how nice Mr. Nightmare was until I fell asleep.

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My conscience was being an asshole and showed that day. When Riri left forever. When I saw him fall and then turn into nothing. All that was left was a note, I never read. I didn't want him to be permanently gone. I still feel like I should read it. It's been bugging me since it happened.

I woke up to Mr. Nightmare shaking me awake. I was shaking from seeing it. I looked at Mr. Nightmare. He seemed so confused. I sat there for a moment and then decided that I should do it. I got up not saying a word and ignoring Mr. Nightmare's confused questions. I opened the closet and grabbed my bag. I rummaged through it careful to not accidentally show Mr. Nightmare I had a knife in it. Eventually I it, I carefully pulled it out of my bag and looked at the folded paper. 

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