Ravenous Corruption - Axeverse Drabbles

Axe's Nightmare - Axetale Tumblr

This is from Banana's tumblr, originally written by her this is still able to be seen on her tumblr but this is only for preservation incase she deletes it. I do not claim to have written this it is entirely by Bananafrappe. If she wants me to delete this I will immediately.

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Axe's Nightmare
Hey, so, a long time ago I got an ask that went "Hey, so what would happen if Nightmare kidnapped Axetale Aliza to get Axe to work for him" and I ended up losing it, and the subsequent ones that I asked people to send in XD but here it is. I finally wrote it.
**Don't mind the non-canon stuff like Cross still being there ^^b I do what I want**
"given up yet~"

Axe whipped around on his heel, weapon sparking to life in his palm and a snarl baring his sharp teeth, at the sound of the smooth voice exuding from the shadows all around him, the pillars he had been stalking between throwing their veined but eternally dark silhouettes across his path. To be fair, everything in this infernal, mind-bending palace was covered in darkness... fitting, considering who owned the place.

Nightmare preferred the dark... it was kind of his aesthetic, after his fall from grace and the light itself.

Edgy bastard.

He'd been trapped in this realm for what must have been weeks, now, though time traveled strangely here, at the very edge of the Void... weeks spent searching for his daughter, stolen from her bed in the night, left only a note of where to possibly find her and what he would need to do to get her back.

'Join me, or you'll never see her again,' it had said.

Like hell.

He'd accepted the invitation and come to the cursed place, but he hadn't accepted the demand in the least. He was an expert tracker, had spent most of the last two decades chasing much more wily prey than his little girl through unforgiving and barren wastes... he had trusted in his ability to find and take her back on his own. Nightmare had, oddly, allowed it with only a shrug of his shoulders and a smirk, leaving him to his searching... but had been messing with him from the start, distracting him with needless, vain monologues and sending him down dead ended paths and always, endlessly tutting at him, lecturing him on just how much time he was wasting wandering around the castle.

That and teleporting him around like the plaything he felt like.

In the face of such repeated tomfoolery, he shouldn't have been surprised to find himself back in the throne room, as his turn brought him face to melting face with the "god" of this realm, whisked away from his seemingly never-ending search of the abysmal castle he was stuck in. And to be frank, he wasn't really surprised... it had happened far too many times for him to be anymore. No... he wasn't surprised.

He was pissed.

"where is she. i'm not gonna ask again," the hunger addled, broken monster demanded, lifting his bone axe to point threateningly at the shadowy being lounging across his throne, and though Cross, leaned against one of the pillars near the dais, let out a snarl of his own and took a threatening step forward, Nightmare only chuckled at the show of bravado, one of his tentacles pushing Cross back into place while another extended to pluck a golden chalice from a nearby table, where several other, likewise broken monsters sat, observing the scene with scattered but benign interest.

It wasn't as though they'd never seen it before... they'd all been through Nightmare's "bargaining" phase. Horror observed the scene silently as he ate at far more than his fair share of the food on the table, growling at a bored-looking Dust occasionally when he sniped a grape from his plate. Killer wasn't paying attention at all, he'd seen it so many times, chortling grotesquely at a book of medieval torture devices he'd found, and Error had occupied himself with his knitting, looking up over the frames of his glasses between stitches. Cross had resumed his place leaned against his pillar, arms folded and mouth set in a fierce frown, body tensed to spring into action if Axe's weapon moved even an inch closer.