The Multiverse Tyrant

[20] Reminiscence of Thoughts, PART II

- How's everyone's week going? :D

- This author greets his readers happily, hope you guys enjoy the chapter. Make sure to grab some snacks and drinks because this chapter is going to be a long one as did the last, let's get on with the chapter.

~ The Author, Lazar.

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NIGHT'S POV:

It has been a long day. Yesterday, we were just training. Murder and Killer were both exhausted out of their minds after the entire night that they went all out with each other, though none of them suffered any fatal injuries, small cuts and scratches cannot be avoided.

Being the caring boss that I am to my colleagues, I patched both of them up and let them rest.

In the middle of patching up the final skeleton, Killer watched us with an expressionless face though that same toothy grin remained.

"Not only are you good at fighting and all that shit boss, but you can heal too?" Killer seemed very shocked, perhaps because he must have assumed that I, Nightmare, couldn't have possibly been able to handle something as simple as bandaging.

"You make it sound like I don't know how to heal."

"Nahh, boss. It's just the first time I've seen you do things like patching people up." Killer spoke, looking back at Horror in the kitchen.

A long, comfortable silence envelops the room. Murder would notice it and simply let out a soft huff of relief, he was glad to know that their fight ended in a draw. It would mean that they're somehow on par with each other's skills during training.

"I trust Horror with the cooking. I've heard rumors he's a good cook."

- A short note! In my verse, Horror can COOK.

“Horror cooking, huh? That's one thing I would never expect.” Killer's toothy grin widened as he said those words, completely amused with how the newly-recruited colleague of theirs was actually a good cook.

“That guy can't even eat his own cookin’.” Murder intervened within our conversation and rolled his eyes causing me to glance at him, glaring at the other sans to keep his mouth shut.

“That guy that goes on a hunger streak is also one of your colleagues, treat Horror with respect.” I was Night, not Nightmare. I could slowly change them while it's early and make them focus on a much more rational side of theirs because majority who portray these trio— they call them insane or bloodthirsty, especially when it comes to Murder and Killer.

“…yes boss,” Murder reluctantly apologized and took back his own words anyways. At least I made progress to this one.

‘So you think rehabilitation works for the three? I'll see how you go far with them.’ Nightmare's true voice echoed only throughout of my mind, his holographic figure floating mid-air while his goop was somehow not dripping.

Okay, let's go back to what I thought of earlier as my plans!

flashback…