Bottom Nightmare Oneshots

Killermare

Nightmare cannot love.

Everyone knew that, even him.

As a being made of only negativity, positive feelings such as love and care hurt him, and were made impossible for him to feel...

There was a time, 500 years ago to be more precise, in which Nightmare could actually feel love towards his brother... a time in which Nightmare wasn't made of pure hatred and rage, but instead was nothing more than a ball of energy made by a dying guardian. 999 apples is all it took for him to forget how it felt to be happy and loved.

Then, many years after he destroyed his own home and universe, he met Killer, a skeleton that didn't feel anything at all. Not because he ate a forbidden fruit, but because his soul was deformed, rendering him emotinless.

His lack of an aura made Nightmare curious, but cautious too. He eventually learned that Killer lived alone in his universe, with nothing but the voice of the child that made him who he is today, a killer.

He was capable of holding his own in a fight, and seemed to be useful enough to do his dirty work for him. So he offered him a deal, Nightmare would get him out of his empty universe, and in return, Killer would have to work for him.

His fate was sealed with a simple handshake.

At first, Nightmare couldn't careless if Killer got hurt; he was an experienced fighter, he should know better than to let his guard down infront of the enemy afterall. He also didn't care if he didn't eat or sleep enough. But overtime, Nightmare was suprised to find himself feeling worry towards Killer's well-being, he started healing him and bringing him food, he started to spend time with him outside of the feild and give attention to the details, he slowly started to feel his hatred and disgust towards a being lesser than him disappear.

Killer's soul started to change too, it wasn't a perfect circle anymore, it looked like it was trying to regain its original shape. Nightmare was thinking about stoping this change, but he quickly changed his mind after seeing Killer showing emotions.

They bonded the more they discovered new emotions, and slowly started to get closer, until Killer confessed feeling love. Not the LOVE they are used to as killers, but the feeling of undying happiness whenever you're close to a certain someone.

Yes, Nightmare didn't love, didn't care, didn't trust... But he worried, and missed, and felt numb, which was the happiest someone like him could ever get. And if that isn't love in his own twisted way, then he doesn't know what this is.

So, even if he doesn't feel love, he is willing to try, for Killer.

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Hello everyone, it's been a while, hasn't it ?

I stopped writing because I didn't feel motivated at all. But now that my exams are over, I decided to write a little something, and i'll also try to write a little bit more.

I hope my english improved from the last chapter, because i've been reading so many stories from ao3 these past few years, and let me tell you, the writing there is on a whole other level.

Anyways, i'm very sorry for keeping you waiting for so long, and thank you to everyone who sent comments and worried about my well-being, you're seriously the ones who kept me from giving up on this book.

Goodbye, and until next time.