Papa Nightmare? [Nightkiller] [English Version]

CHAP 50

Narrator:

*Knock* *knock*

A soft but insistent knock-knock interrupted Nightmare's concentration. Immersed in a sea of ​​papers, the King of Nightmare looked up, his sockets tired and dark. With a heartless grunt, he managed to yell out a "Come in".

The door slowly opened, revealing Killer's figure. The contrast between the darkness of the office, illuminated only by the weak light of the lamp on the desk, and the light coming in from the hallway was evident.

Nightmare sat at his desk, looking like a lone being in the middle of an ocean of paperwork. The three stacks of paperwork to his left and the two to his right formed a sort of barrier between him and the rest of the world. Around them, the shelves full of books and the purple velvet curtains created an atmosphere of mystery and power.

Killer, with a neutral expression, moved towards the desk, but stopped short when he reached Nightmare's desk. His pupils scanned the stacks of papers, the quills, and the inkwell, but it was something else that caught his attention.

In the corner of the desk, leaning against a stack of documents, was a framed photograph. Cautiously, Killer approached and observed it in detail. It was an image of Nightmare carrying a small Crescent on his shoulders. They were both smiling, their pupils full of happiness.

Killer stared at the photo for several seconds, feeling a strange mix of emotions. How was it possible that his boss, the cold and distant skeleton he knew, had been able to show so much affection?

"What's wrong?" Nightmare asked in a hoarse voice, managing to get the killer's attention back.

Killer cleared his throat, returning his gaze to the person in front of him.

"I need to talk to you about something important" he replied, his tone serious and serious.

Nightmare placed the writing pen he was holding in its place, crossing his hands and then placing his chin on them as a sign that he was listening to him.

Killer stood in front of Nightmare, his gaze fixed on his imposing figure.

"Boss, I have a question I need you to answer honestly. Why do you go to the trouble of preparing all the meals for Crescent if you end up never being there to share them with him?" His voice was firm, but there was a slight tremor in it that revealed the depth of his concern.

"Killer, I've already told you. I have many responsibilities..." Nightmare responded, avoiding the gaze of the one with dark sockets.

"Responsibilities that don't prevent you from preparing food. But why don't you share those moments with him?" Killer questioned, more than confused.

Nightmare sighed, his voice thick with exhaustion.

"Killer, things are not as simple as they seem. I have my reasons. Believe me when I tell you that I am doing what is best for both of us"

''The best for both of us?'' Killer looked at him in disbelief. ''I've seen Crescent waiting for you with so much excitement and wondering when you were going to show up...'' he mentioned, sadly remembering how Crescent would look up from time to time while they were having dinner.

At his words Nightmare couldn't help but look at him in surprise and ask:

"What? When?"

The nightmare was more than sure that Crescent would be too pleased with Killer's presence to notice his absence. His hypothesis was too absurd to be honest. How can you expect a small child to be 100% pleased with just having the attention of ''one'' of his parents?