Sanscest Oneshots

Back Home [Nightkiller]

A/N: This chapter is written in Nightmare's POV. This is all for comforting me, I'll continue this tomorrow.
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I laid my eyes on the dark oak door, a thousand thoughts in my head. What was I gonna find here? An empty bed or a cheating partner? I didn't know. I hesitantly placed my hand on the handle, not sure if I was ready to accept another divorce. My luggage was just behind me and the cold air made my gloved hands tremble. I took a deep breath, seeing my own breath emitting a white mist. I fished the keys to my house from the pockets of my thick winter jacket and placed it in the keyhole. I slowly let it turn and the click made my soul pound even faster.

Sweat started beading down my cheek even though it was cold outside. My body started to heat up from the discomfort and it made my head a bit dizzy. It was odd that I was feeling this.

Didn't this happen more than once? Why was I NOW feeling this?
Did I really fall for this person?

I gently pushed the door open and I was met with an empty living room. The couch pillows were over the place and I could see a bunch of blankets on the couch. The TV was still blaring when I stepped in the room. I dragged my luggage in with a grunt and closed the door. I examined the room even further and found two used glasses on the table.

Two glasses? But Killer's the only one...

My phone let out a muffled song and I checked to see who was calling. To my surprise, it was Killer. I skeptically picked up his call and I was met with him in our bedroom huddled up underneath the bed. I could see a butter knife next to him and him in a state of panic. "N-nighty I-i think someone's in the h-house..." He desperately whispered to me on the phone and my mood changed after hearing him.

Did he hear me enter the house and mistook it for a break-in?

I chuckled a bit and he looked at me in disbelief. "Nightmare, there is someone literally inside the house and the only thing I have is a bowl of popcorn and a butter knife!" He shouted at me with a whispered voice and I smirked at him. I adjusted the angle of my camera and showed him that I was in the living room. His face was priceless and I laughed some more to myself, but quickly as I disclosed that fact, I could hear rushed footsteps making their way towards me.

I was still nervous about the two glasses thing but when I saw my beloved running towards me with tears, my chest softened. He pounced on me and wrapped himself around me tightly. I couldn't help but feel stunned as he cried tears of joy and told me how much he missed me. I slowly returned the hug and patted him on the back while saying words of comfort.

Everything felt fuzzy and warm... And before I knew it, our lips touched. We continued passionately and vigorously before finally parting for air. We both found ourselves on the messy couch as saliva connected both our mouths and I let out a faint smile when I noticed when he was wearing the hooded pajama I had sent him months ago. "You didn't tell me you were coming home!" Killer yelled at me as he pulled me closer.

I stared at the two glasses on the table and asked "What do you need two glasses for?". He stared at me in disbelief and almost seemed angry at me, it left me dumbfounded until he grumpily said "Didn't you remember earlier this morning when we video chatted and I tried sticking two full glasses together?". It caught me off-guard and I think he saw my expression change.

He then pouted at me before saying "Naughty Nighty, always so forgetful.". I lightly chuckle at that remembering how much of a procrastinator he was. It was an annoying trait but I found it cute. He then got off the couch which made me land on the cushion harshly (given that I was on top of him).

He then walked towards my luggage with a smile and picked up one of my suitcases. I sluggishly follow, not really excited but this warm feeling of finally being around him after years of being physically apart made me forget my fatigue. He happily escorted me to the bedroom and it was just how I remembered it, apart from the bowl of popcorn on the mattress.

I could see him joyously cleaning up a bit and placing all of my luggage temporarily in the corner while I laid on the bed with my aching back. "Night, you should've informed me that you were coming home! Then I could have cleaned up the house and wore something you would like." He complained as he kept swinging his large hips around. My eyes were practically following everywhere he went around the room, not even listening to a word he was saying.

"Kills?" I asked and he perked up, walking towards me. "What were you doing earlier before I walked in?" I asked and his face was covered in blush. That reaction brought the feeling of dread back to my soul as my thoughts started springing up with these weird insecurities I've never had before...

Was I really that scared to let him go?

"Night? Are you alright?" I hear a worried voice speaking up to me and I snap out of it. I looked up at who was next to me and saw him holding my hand...

"...Yeah, I'm fine-" I try to reply but he cut me off in a gentle voice, "You're clearly not...". I pause, did I express it in someway? How could he possibly know?

"Night..."