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Sign It Out | Beats x Nightmare | Fluff

Requested by Moonstone_Ccino on AO3

Beats uses 'text' instead of "text" as he communicates via sign language.

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Deep cuts and wounds were common place after a battle. This one had been particularly bad for Nightmare's gang. The only ones still somewhat fine were Nightmare and Horror. The rest had to be brought back to the castle for an emergency. Any more battling in their state and they'd be dead. Nightmare and Horror were a good pair, working together and managing to actually knock the Stars down, pinning Swap to a tree and trapping Ink into a corner. Giving them enough time to escape. The pair worked well together. The less people, the easier it is to manage a fight at times. Especially in some places like the forest.

Both managed to go home, and after a short amount of time getting everyone healed slightly and bandaged up. Nightmare left Horror to do it, ensuring him he'd pay him extra good this week if he let him head out for a few hours. Horror would have done it anyway, so the extra pay was just a bonus. So Nightmare took a few things, a bag or two and left the castle. He waited a few minutes before actually leaving the AU he was in, the Star's would still be looking for him. Funnily enough he had proposed a truce as to where neither team would attack the others home base, yet they refused unless it was a complete truce. Whatever.

Nightmare reached an AU very far out. Very rarely seen by anyone besides him and a few other AU's who explore when they got bored. Underbeats. A unique AU focussing around music. Nightmare only really spoke to the sans, anyone else was unworthy of his time. He remembered waiting hours for the Papyrus to leave so he could be alone with the Sans. A sudden bash of negative energy would be quite alarming to anyone but Beats himself. Luckily no one was home besides Beats. Nightmare walked up to him room, using his magic to materialise in the shadows of Beats' room, scaring the shit out the guy.

Beats was a quiet, jittery skeleton. He almost never spoke and preferred to use sign language at any possible opportunity. He'd rather express his disapproval of Nightmare not warning him through signing than words. He looked at Nightmare and sighed, signing 'You really ought to warn me before coming. Scared me half to death.' His sign language was still jittered, he was a very shy Sans and any social interaction scared him beyond measure. Even with people he knew, the only person it was fine with was his Papyrus. But he was getting better with Nightmare.

Nightmare rolled his eye, softening his tentacles up. He kicked his shoes off and shrugged. "But where's the fun in that? It's funny seeing you scared." Nightmare laughed, putting some of his bags down besides where he put his shoes. "Plus, you enjoy my company." He teased the slightly smaller skeleton.

Beats frowned. 'I know I do! But you could still warn me'. He calmed down from the short fright, feeling better. Nightmare's soul certainly helped him relax slightly. It sounded... calming. It was hard to explain. It wasn't happy music, but wasn't depressing music. A mix of nostalgia and calming? The kind of music you didn't really appreciate 10 years ago but now it makes you cry and yearn for the simplicity of younger life? It had that vibe. It calmed him though.

"I've uh- got a bit of... ketchup and dust on me- would I be good to use your shower to get it off?" Nightmare asked, pulling out a set of clothes for himself, including his own towel. He didn't say blood, for Beats is absolutely terrified of blood. From what you would typically believe, no goop came off him when he bathed. Goop dripped off him all the time but it was just magic, it dissipated when it hit the ground. He could roll around on the ground all he wanted and not a spec of his goop would be on it. Any loose goop would dissipate the second it touched water. But the main body of his goop would remain intact.

Beats nodded, standing up to open the door, leading him to the shower. Nightmare probably knew where it was, but it was good manners to show a guest somewhere. He turned the shower on, signing to Nightmare how to increase or decrease the temperature and so on. He left Nightmare to his own devices, going back to his room and organising the space. He turned the bed into this sort of cocoon for them both to sit in. He brought the bags behind the cocoon so they could grab snacks whenever they wanted. He organised his room a bit, scraps of paper and loose lyric sheets tossed all around. He could still hear Nightmare's soul... very very faintly. It's no wonder he didn't hear him when he was out the door, it's so quiet when he's not in the same room.