30 day OTP challenge (Nightkiller) (fixed!!)

Day 19) Formalwear

Today was a Wednesday. Boring, neutral, and nothing new. Nightmare was in his office, doing his usual paperwork. Yet something else lingered in his mind. And it won't go away. His pen in his hand did not move as he stared down at the paper in front of him, his worries of it not in his head right now. Something very important was taking over his thoughts. Different out comes to this situation played through his head, them all ending not very well. Tho, it was a low percent that it would end horribly. He knows that he will succeed in this situation, but these thoughts still infest his mind. Two sides are fighting. The only way to end the war in his head is to simply ask this thing that was so important. So he would no longer have to worry about it while he worked. But he had a plan he's been thinking about for weeks now, and now was the time to put it into action. He planned to start after the meeting he scheduled in around a half hour.

The clock and the ticking all went by at the same pace for the rest of the hour. Nightmare felt as if it went by much quicker than the time that had passed, only ten minutes before the meeting would start. He had to get a fresh cup of hot coffee to clear his head long enough for the meeting, so the stress would not bother him during that time. So he got up from his office chair, teleporting to the kitchen, making some coffee with the machine. Waiting for it to make his coffee. Around five minutes, his coffee was done and filled his mug. He took a first sip, feeling better when the hot liquid graze his mouth. Him then made his way to the meeting room.

He entered, being the first one there. Always being the first there. To him, being early was on time. It gave him time to prepare right before the meeting started. He had papers on his end of the meeting table, awaiting for his henchmen to arrive.

Killer arrived in only a minute after he did, sitting right next to him on his right. His clothes are the same as they always are. A blue hoodie with tuff on the hood, white basketball shorts with the classic black stripe. Sneakers on his feet.

"Hello, Killer." Nightmare greeted, his voice calm and low, as it usually is. Killer had a soft expression on his face as he greeted Nightmare back as he sat down in his chair.

"Hey Night." Nightmares soul beated from hearing Killers soft voice, his anxiety for the plan and the imaginary bad outcomes to it grew, but he kept his unfazed cold look. Only to give Killer a soft gaze. He could not help it but always felt neutral around him.

"Killer, after the meeting, I would like to speak with you privately." He said formally, Killer keeping a soft expression as he accepted in talking with him after their meeting.

"Alright, but what for? Is there something that's on your nerves again?" Killer said, leaning in his chair as he crossed his arms. His gaze looked up and down on Nightmares figure.

"Nothing like that. I just wanted to ask you something after this. So it won't interfere with the meeting." Nightmare said in response, making Killer quite curious about what Nightmare wanted to ask him. Wanting to be able to answer the question Nightmare had in mind. Nightmare saw it in his eyes that Killer was quite intrigued with what he had to say to him after.

Five minutes go by, the door to the meeting room open to reveal Cross coming in, sitting on the other side of Nightmare. He was wearing his usual attire of black and white. His scarf flowed behind him as he walked over to his chair and sat down. He didn't make any eye contact as he came in and kept his gaze low when he sat in his chair, seeming a bit annoyed at something as he sat. Sometimes looking up at his shoulder as if something was there. Nightmare had heard that his Chara bothered him, but he did care much for it, knowing it gives him the negativity he longs for.

Dust and Horror came in moments later, the two ending their conversation as they entered. Them both sitting on the side of the table Killer was on. Dust next to him, Horror on the other side of Dust. Now that everyone was here, Nightmare sat up a little, clearing his throat to begin the meeting.