Skeleton Sillies! (A Oneshot Book)

A Real Nightmare!

(Part two to 'Under the Apple Tree...' Requested by @TheLOVELYLittleGrim! Hope you are satisfied with the summing up(lie) of this story!)

Tw: Brief Blood Mention.

Your feet crunch dirt and pebble beneath you, but this time it's so much louder.

In your arms, there's a picnic basket you picked up from home, full of breads and cheeses and other things in case you'll be up here a while. You'll think your new buddy might get hungry while yelling up a storm at you too, so you went on and thought ahead.

Undoubtedly, the basket's kind of heavy... you made enough for two! Or maybe three. You don't really remember, it was a very happy-go-lucky type of thing. You just tossed all your food in in hopes of seeing your cute little 'Nightmare.' He's too good for his name!

Arriving at the familiar lavender patch you always have to weave through, you hold the basket in two hands and begin the hike up the hill, with your added weight. It's a bit tough, but you make it by pushing through and not giving up! Even if you're panting by the time you're on top... it's worth it.

Straightening, you swivel your head here and there to try and spot your little friend. You walk all around the tree, search among the lavenders for two little lights staring back at you. You even find yourself calling out the little moniker he claims is his real name.

Did he... did he stand you up? And you brought food and everything! This is the only real nightmare... and you didn't even think of that!

Pouting, you sink to the ground and hold the basket beside you. Welp, looks like you got dumped before dating, rejected before a confession... not the first time, but hopefully the last. Feeling a small sadness sink in, you use your free hand to pick at some dirt and-

"I'm up here you dumbass!"

Immediately your eyes snap up. Oh! He's in the tree! How did you not notice the irregular shadow or at least see him while walking up! Well, the tree was in fact Nightmare free when you were walking up... he probably just appeared, if not a few minutes ago when you were searching...

"Oh! Hi Nighty!" You call, jumping to your feet and watching his face shift from miffed to livid. Jokingly, you raise your arms, grinning. "Need me to help you down, Little Guy?"

Your smirk only stretches when he flips you the bird and leaps from the tree, landing a few feet from you with his arms crossed. His usual glare is on his face, pointed at you while his posture remains rigid and ungiving. 

"It's Nightmare!" He hisses, gaze dropping to your wicker basket for just a moment before he's searing your eyes again. "Secondly, what's that?" 

"Well, I guess whoever named you was way off their rocker..." You miss the venomous stare he drills you with, bending down to grab your basket. "And this is my picnic stuff... want some snacks? I packed all kinds of delicious food." 

"I don't want your stuff!" He shouts, huffing. "Well, maybe later... after my transformation..." He mutters, smirking when you immediately perk up. 

"Oh yeah! Almost forgot about that." You say eagerly, setting down the basket as excitement floods you. "Can I see? I wanna see." 

"Well..." His smirk becomes cruel as he grins through one of his signature glares. "I'll need something very, very precious..." He holds out his hand and you stare before instinctively reaching out to shake it. 

He slips it back at the last second, sneering up at you. You deflate slightly, confused and somewhat impatient. What does he need? You have precious things! Only the best, most fresh cheeses are in your basket! You have some pearls in one of your cupboards... but that's a home. You have imagination, humanity, a soul, blood, even. But to need blood he'd have to be a—

"Stop looking like that!" He snaps, suddenly in your face as you become aware of the creases in your forehead. You stumble back into the tree with a small squeak, caught off guard. He reels away, looking satisfied with himself before he retakes his stoic posture. "It's simple, really. Nothing hard to produce..." 

He looks at his nonexistent nails, stalling, waiting for you to ask. You decide to let him win this one time, and sigh, rolling your eyes. Only because you're so eager to see what this name is all about. 

"And what might it be?" You ask, folding your own arms as just the slightest bit of a smile creeps up the little skeleton's face. "Enlighten me." 

"Negativity!" He nearly shouts, voice the loudest you've ever heard of him. "As a guardian of it, I will be able to escape this feeble form with enough..." Lavender pinpricks settle on you as a wicked smile slides up his face. "You seem like the perfect donor..." 

"Really?" You ask, unphased. "I think I'm rather mellow, not exactly pessimistic, if that's what you mean." Whatever excitement he managed to build within himself completely melts as he lets a long, deep sigh drag out of him. "What?" 

"Can't you be upset!? Or angry? Or sad! Be sad like earlier!" He commands, pointing a bony finger at you as that glare settles right back on his face. "Alternatively... you could sacrifice pain..." You can only assume what he's trying to look like is menacing, and have to hold in a laugh. 

"I don't think that's necessary." You muse, gently taking his bony hand and placing it back at his side. "Besides, you seem to be getting worked up enough on your own." You add, booping his bony nose. 

It takes a second, his eyes as wide as you bet they'll go while lavender ovals track your finger. You make contact with his skull and immediately pull away, holding in snickers as his face morphs from surprise to pure rage, and he stumbles back, clutching his face, which glows bright purple. 

"WHAT THE HELL!!" He exclaims, grabbing his face, sockets incredulous wide as you totally burst. Laughter fills you and spews out your mouth as you watch his reaction, pure mirth bubbling up and out as the skeleton screams expletives. 

You're doubled over, still well with your giggle fit, struggling to breath, when all of a sudden, his rampage stops, you barely register it until your looking up, staring into empty, pitch-black sockets. 

Your smile falls, and your breath hitches as you shoot up, still trying to catch your breath. 

"N-Nighty?" You ask, reaching out, hesitant to touch him. His lifeless form starts to tilt, veering sideways, and before you can stop him, a pile of dust jumps up from the skeletal body that just settled on it. He lays out on the hilltop, and panic rushes through your veins, 

"Nightmare!?" This was NOT supposed to happen! Did you... Did you... Did he...? You drop to your knees, frantic and frightened for your friend. Your only friend. "Uh- S-Sorry!?" Do boops kill him!? DID YOU JUST KILL HIM!?

Horrible despair fills you as you hesitate, hyperventilating. Maybe you took it too far! This wouldn't be the first time someone got mad you took a joke too far, but this would be the first time someone died because of it! What- What is going on!

Your thoughts spiral and pull you into a world of panic. However, such a trance is broken when a cold, bony hand grabs your ankle. Black slime collects on smooth, porcelain bones, as what's supposed to be a lavender eye light stares up at you, and it's a sickly cyan blue. 

You pause, blinking your wet eyes as a low, dark chuckle comes from the being on the ground before you, a cold, sinister grin inching up its face. How-  Why-? You had too many questions to process everything right now. 

"Fear is also... also very delicious." A chilling, unfamiliar voice remarks, icing the blood in your veins. 

This is the real Nightmare.

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Oh uh, wow. Outdid myself with this one lol... it's so long... maybe this'll be a nice little trilogy, of course, if you're interested in another part...

Thanks for reading! Hope you enjoyed!

- De Moogus