Trying for a Child

Working Late

Nightmare's POV

I sit at my desk doing some paperwork, but I cannot ignore thus nagging feeling I have. It's almost as annoying as Dream's positivity, and that's very annoying to me. It's like I feel drawn to Killer for some reason. I consider calling him to my office, but would that be a good idea? Ugh, I don't know. I put my pen down and groan, placing my head in my hands in frustration. Eventually I pick my pen back up with my bony fingers and continues writing. Sometimes it's strange being a completely sentient skeleton with thoughts, feeling and emotion. But, I suppose I technically have a layer of 'skin' with the acidic goop that covers my body. I can stop it hurting people, but I simply choose not to. Why? Well I'm the King of Negativity, and the King of Negativity does not like to be touched. He likes negative emotions, if that wasn't already obvious enough.

I hear a light knock on my door. I pause for a second before placing the pen down and turning to the door.

"Come in," I say in a commanding tone. Not to my surprise, Killer stands there. I sigh slightly before continuing "What?"

Killer seemed to hesitate, but my glare told him to hurry up, so he did "Boss, it's almost 1 AM, you should go to bed," he says in a soft voice. His voice is so soft and quiet I could almost not hear it which was rare. Nether less though I shake my head in annoyance. Was that all he wanted?

"I don't care what time it is, and you should be asleep, now leave me alone," I tell him angrily, turning away.

"But Boss-"

"Get out, Killer, or else," I was about to yell at him to leave, until I heard his footsteps leave the room and the room was filled with the familiar sound of the door clicking shut. I fee slightly pleased that I was alone again and pick up my pen. I had a large stack till waiting to be signed. Ugh, I hate paperwork, but it must be done. I decide to waste no more time and return to writing.