My Villain [Dust Sans x Reader]

Chapter 44. ~Memories.~

Nightmare POV

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"Eyyy, Nighty~" Killer said as he slid into the booth across from me, twirling a knife around in his hands. "How are you on this lovely evening?"

I scratched the back of my skull. "Fine, I guess?"

The fuck am I supposed to say to that? I thought awkwardly.

He chuckled. "You seem... Anxious, my friend."

"Think of it this way." I laced my fingers together and set them on the table. "You invite me out on some 'romantic dinner date', and I'm a five-hundred-year-old demon. How else do you expect me to act?"

"If you're a demon, why haven't you killed me yet?" He grinned.

"Good question." I mumbled and leaned back.

"See, I know you're some weird sleep paralysis dude, and I dunno how that happened or how you got to be this way, but..." He chuckled again. "I think you're a softie at heart."

"I'm don't have a heart. I'm a skeleton."

He snorted. "Is that supposed to be a pun?"

"No, it's a fact." I rolled my eyes. "You're obviously not very bright."

"Well, I've been working with you for how long now? Surely you've picked up on my stupid sense of humor."

"Yeah, and your lack of IQ." I muttered and looked away.

A flaming bunny monster walked over, her heat radiating off her like small waves. "Can I get you two anything to drink?"

"I'll have a wine, please." Killer shot her a grin and leaned against the table. His hand brushed against mine and my heart skipped a beat.

"S-Same here." I cursed myself mentally for not keeping the stutter out of my voice.

She nodded and walked off. I sighed and looked at the ceiling.

"Your hands are shaking." Killer observed.

I looked down and saw my trembling hands. I forced themself to still with a scowl.

"What's wrong?" He smirked. "That anxious?"

"I'm cold." I grumbled, not entirely lying.

"Ah." He got up.

"Where the hell are you go-" I broke off as he sat down next to me and placed an arm around my shoulders. He draped his jacket over me with a grin.

"Better?" He asked.

"..." I put my hands under the table as they shook more. "Yeah. Fine."

He chuckled.

"...Thanks." I mumbled, actually feeling warmer.

"Anytime, octopus."

"Wh- Octopus?" I glared at him. "Do I look like an octopus to you?"

"What, nobody's ever called you that before?" He looked at me with a grin.

"No! I'm not an octopus."

"You look like one with those tentacles of yours." He said. "Speaking of, can I see them?"

Our waiter came over at that moment and set our glasses down. "Anything I can get you two to eat?"

"Hmm..." Killer sighed. "Breadsticks?"