𝕿𝖍𝖊 𝖚𝖓𝖙𝖆𝖓𝖌𝖑𝖊𝖉 𝖜𝖊𝖇 𝖔𝖋 𝕯𝖗𝖊𝖆𝖒𝖘 𝖆𝖓𝖉 𝕹𝖎𝖌𝖍𝖙𝖒𝖆𝖗𝖊𝖘🌟

•ρꫀ᥅ᦓ꠸ᦓꪻꫀꪀᥴꫀ•

Time seemed to pass like the speed of light. Dust and Cross had picked Nightmare up and moved him to a nearby couch. Horror had taken a medic kit from the tool closet. Killer just stood there, at a loss for words.

At the time he let his body move on it's own, but as he regained his senses, he realises something.

Why is he in Nightmare's castle? Why was he the one to go look for Nightmare inside of the forest? Why isn't he with Dream?

Whatever, if he leaves now, noone would notice. And so he takes a few steps backwards.

"Killer, what the hell are you doing?! Come help us!"

"Why would I help Nightmare, of all people?"

The room went silent. Everyone was looking at Killer.

"Nightmare is our leader, and he is injured. I don't understand why you're saying this, especially since we all know you're Nightmare's favourite. If you're not helping us, we'll force you."

Killer didn't respond.

Nightmare- he's evil. He wouldn't help them how they're doing now. If it were Dream, he would help in a heartbeat, because he knows Dream will help him back.
Killer hates Nightmare, he despises him with all his might. He wants Nightmare to die, he should die. Killer will never forgive him. He would never help Nightmare.

"...Fine, I'll help Nightmare." Killer finally said as we walked towards the couch where Nightmare's lifeless body laid.

"So what do I do?" Killer inquired.

"Take Nightmare's shirt off. I'm working on healing the wounds on his face, Cross and Horror are focused on healing his arms, although currently we can't do anything to heal his broken arm so we're trying to brace it. I suspect his chest will have the most damage, he's at least sustaining a few broken ribs."

"Does anyone here know healing magic?"

"No." Dust answered. "I think only Nightmare has healing magic, out of us."

"Healing magic my ass. Can't we take him to Science?"

"I think by now Dream has informed people Nightmare's dead."

"And he will be soon if we don't do anything... alright, I'll work on healing his ribs."

Killer gently took off Nightmare's shirt to reveal the fact that Dust was right- there were a lot of wounds and broken ribs. What was more conerning was the fact that Nightmare's soul, a black apple, had glowing blue shards embedded on it, probably coming from Dream's arrows.

"Guys, I think I know what's wrong with Nightmare." He said.

"Yeah, because Nightmare's multiple wounds aren't the issue here."

"Yeah, well he's never reacted before with those types of injuries, Dream's arrows managed to hit  Nightmare's soul."

Cross moved closer to Killer to inspect Nightmare's soul. "That looks like it hurts. How are we supposed to take them out?"

"Leave it to me." Horror suddenly appeared, dressed in surgery attire, masks and everything. He was holding small tweezers on both of his hands.

Killer mostly let Horror do his thing, at least he managed to get rid of all the pieces, Dust and Cross also managed to bandage Nightmare up.

"This is all we can do. Now we can only wait for Nightmare to wake up." Dust finally stood up. "We should probably head to sleep now, we've all had a long day."

Dust, Cross and Horror started heading to their rooms. "Killer, are you coming?"

"...I think I'll stay here for the time being." He wasn't questioned any further. Now it was just him and Nightmare... alone.

Nightmare looks... peaceful, despite being covered in wounds, new ones and old ones. He sure has a lot of scars.

Not that Nightmare's appearance matters when his personality is absolute dogshit. Maybe if he was nicer they wouldn't be in this mess. Killer had to endure so much pain because of him.

All those years when he didn't feel any emotions. Nightmare was behind that. Nightmare got rid of the only thing that made him 'humane'. Maybe he did that because he didn't want to be the only person with no empathy or care for others...

It was kind of awkward to see Nightmare passed out on a couch. Actually- it's very weird.

Too weird.

Killer gently picked Nightmare up, bridal-style. He hadn't noticed this before, but he's surprisingly not heavy, despite his appearance.

He slowly walked upstairs to Nightmare's room. He's been there a bunch of times, mostly when Nightmare used to get rid of Killer's emotions by turning his soul into a target. Although the last time when he was in Nightmare's room...

"𝓨𝓸𝓾'𝓻𝓮 𝓸𝓷𝓮 𝓼𝓹𝓮𝓬𝓲𝓪𝓵 𝓼𝓾𝓫𝓸𝓻𝓭𝓲𝓷𝓪𝓽𝓮, 𝓘 𝓱𝓪𝓿𝓮 𝓽𝓸 𝓼𝓪𝔂... 𝓘 𝔀𝓲𝓵𝓵 𝓷𝓮𝓿𝓮𝓻 𝓵𝓮𝓽 𝔂𝓸𝓾 𝓵𝓮𝓪𝓿𝓮."

Ugh, Killer doesn't want to think about that right now. He struggles to open the door to Nightmare's room, but when he does he is met by a tidy room fit for a king.

He sets Nightmare's body on his bed and covers him with a blanket. Then Killer sits down on the bed.

The more he looks at Nightmare, the angrier he becomes. He's really angry right now. Angry at Nightmare, because he's the worst. He's angry at Dust, Cross and Horror, for still standing by Nightmare even though he treats them like shit. He's angry at Dream, for not saving him sooner. But, he's mostly angry at himself, because despite everything, he still finds his way back to Nightmare.

"Why are you like this? Have we done anything to you so you can treat us like crap? Why is it that every time I try to pull away from all this, I get bragged back? Why do you send such different signals every single time you speak?"

Killer wasn't expecting an answer. He honestly feels embarrassed because he is literally yelling at a passed-out guy.

He should go to sleep aswell. Killer was about to open the door to leave, when he heard shuffling behind him.

He turned around to see Nightmare, sitting up on his bed, looking confused as hell.
Wait... is he trying to get back up?

"Nightmare, what the hell are you doing?"

"I'm trying to stand up." Nightmare responded, rather nonchalantly.

"Nightmare, you almost died, you probably won't be able go get up!"

"I don't do that 'dying' shit." He stands up abruptly, except Nightmare's tough act doesn't last when he starts swaying and would've dropped on the floor if Killer didn't catch him in time.

"See? You're hurt."

"I'm never hurt, I'm fine."

"Then why are you being held up by me?"

Nightmare looks up at Killer. He is pushed back on his bed  by Killer.

"You can't just go on and pretend like you're fine, especially after what happened."

"So what?" Nightmare snapped back. "Why does it concern you?"

Killer's eyes glimmered when that question was asked. He can't believe he's about to say this.

"Because no matter what happens, you'll never let me leave. Which is a bad idea in your part, because you're now stuck with me."

Nightmare's expression changed. He went from being angry to tired.

"One day or another, you're going to tell us what the fuck happened in that forest. Actually, I'd like you to tell me right now."

"...You're not going to leave until I tell you, right?"

"Yes."

"I guess you'll be sleeping here then. Goodnight." Nightmare covers his entire body with a blanket as he pretends to fall alseep.

"You suck. You don't know how much I hate you." Killer suddenly blurted out.

"I know you hate me. I know everyone hates me. It doesn't bother me in the slightest. Go to your room."

And Killer did just that. He left without saying a word.