Winning on a Whim (Horror Sans X Reader: Sequel to Playing With my Food)

A Fun Game :)

—Your POV—

Cleaning rooms didn't take too terribly long, since you're not allowed in much of anyone's room. Just Horror's room, and now Killer's room, and that was pretty much it. 

Of course, Nightmare wasted no second of it, always teasing you when you missed a spot, rifling through the things your were supposed to clean, checking his own comrade's stuff. He was a bit of a nuisance to have around, but he didn't outright keep you from your job... well, not too much. 

"Say," He said, plopped on Killer's stripped bed. You'd just finished cleaning his sheets. They were covered in some terrible black slime, like Nightmare... "Just what do you think Dream is plotting?" 

He'd been asking you questions like this the whole entire time. Dream this, Dream that. He wouldn't shut up about his brother... you weren't sure if it was because he was actually unnerved or if he was just trying to get a read on your thoughts. Maybe he was just bored and it was the most relevant thing he could think of. 

"Ah," Well, you weren't any kind of overpowered mega-magical being with supreme power or universal influence so, you really didn't have much thought to it. "Maybe he just wants to... take his 'toy' back."  

You wince when Nightmare's smirk widens wickedly. He rises from the bed, reminding you of his height while you lean down to fix the sheets. Yeah, you didn't like being referred to like you were just some random object but what really were you compared to these beings of absolute power? 

"That's a thought." He said from behind you, tone mocking. "And you missed a corner." 

Immediately looking down on the bed beneath you, you noticed the bare corner, which you went to cover in an instant. After that was done, you put a blanket on top of the bed, folding it nicely, just for Killer. You knew about his rough nights, a darker side of his playful personality. 

"I'm quite sure we're finished now." Nightmare said, hopping off Killer's dresser and heading downstairs. "Go ahead and put the stuff away and change. Then come up front." He called, descending the stairs as you packed up the cleaning cart and wheeled it back into the closet. 

In just a few minutes, you were changed into your lounge gear. A tea green top with gray bottoms. An agreeable set of clothes for today, not too scratchy, not too tight, just right. 

"There you are." Nightmare coos at you, spread across his sofa lazily as you make your way to Horror's sitting on it with a bit of apprehension in your veins. "Hope you're ready for our fun game..." 

Yeah. 'Fun Game.' Just what exactly did he have in mind huh? You remember the time you guys played Marco Polo and Nightmare tricked you into walking straight into an Iron Maiden. Another time when you were playing Spin the Wheel and he made you put your head in a guillotine.(Where does he get that stuff, anyway?) 

"Today's game is..." You braced yourself for him to say something terrible. 

"Solitaire." (Take that!)

Huh. Solitaire? Ok, not as bad as you thought it might be. You released a breath you didn't know you were holding. Alright. You supposed you should give it a shot. 

"Solitaire?" You echoed. Nightmare nodded. 

"You just make as many stacks as you can, from Ace to King." He tapped the table, and a set of cards appeared before you. "I like the spider cell version so, we'll try that." 

"Whoever finishes their stack first wins." Nightmare declares. "I'll let you read the manual first." He tossed you a slim little book, and you read it, learning the rules, the stipulations, the allowances. 

When you look up, Nightmare has his own set of cards, and is staring at them, hand on chin. He looks up upon sensing your gaze though, reaching a tentacle to take the manual. 

"Alright." He says, flexing bony fingers. "Let's get started. I'll set a stopwatch." 

You nodded, bracing yourself briefly before you heard a click, signaling the beginning of the game. Immediately, you made a few pairing of the cards, six on a seven, two on a three, ten on a jack. 

You don't find any kings until a couple minutes in, but you haven't found a queen yet. Luckily, you have a full number set from ten to ace, and a jack at the every top, you just need to find a queen, and any other stack among the cards. 

Over the course of the game, you uncover many cards, making a bunch of little card trails of maybe three to four cards. You've made two stacks by the ten minute mark, but a minute later and Nightmare is finished. 

"Done." He says, and just as you look up with a pout forming on your lips, a slimy appendage takes you by the back of the head and forces your gaze back down to the cards at hand. "Not you though. This game isn't over until both players are done." 

With a sigh, you continue, your hopes of winning dashed before your very eyes. How unlucky you felt. Fifteen minutes pass, and you're all done with the deck. It only took like twenty-six minutes, but it was a relatively difficult deck, and you haven't played in some time. 

"Guess I'm the victor, huh?" Nightmare brags, a teasing grin stretched across his face as he pranced around the front room, leaving you to rot in your misery on the couch. "Too bad. I'll choose an easier game next time... we can play Uno or something." 

He motions for you to follow him as he walks into the kitchen, and you oblige, despite how you'd rather just stay slumped on Horror's couch. He smile is nothing encouraging as he makes his way to the cookie jar. You already know what you're going to have to do. 

"Since I'm feeling generous today, I'll let you chose my reward." Nightmare chirped, all too happy to see the depressed look about you. His reward, your punishment. Same thing every time. "Would you like to watch me eat one of these delicious cookies, or do you want one?" 

Watch him rub salt in a wound of yours, or drink bleach. Your choice. So easy. Each one is too desirable. 

"I'll just watch." You reply, cringing at the memories of slime filling your mouth, black and disgusting and acidic and just absolutely horrendous. "You can eat the cookie." You were feeling generous too. 

"Why thank you." Nightmare said, all too positive as you were forced to watch him enjoy it. "It really is great." What a jerk.

Just as he finished up his display, you heard the door handle click and turn. 

Finally, salvation. 

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No, you do not get an elaborate multi-paragraph of Nightmare enjoying a cookie in the most obnoxious way possible. T///T

Thanks for reading! Hope you enjoyed!

- De Moogus