30 day OTP challenge (Nightkiller) (fixed!!)

Day 20) Dancing

Killer let out a soft cough as the Dusty attic of the place was opened after years of being sealed shut. It was easy to tell the place had been untouched for over Killer's time

His curious mind wanted to know what was up in a large attic like this. To his surprise, there were actually a few things scattered around. Most likely, random junk Nightmare had thrown out of the way of the clean and flawless endless halls.

Creak.. creak.. It seems like Nightmare has forgotten one place to keep flawless. It was just as horrific as Horror from how creaky these floorboards were.

Random boxes filled with forgotten history laid around. Surfaces covered with webs and a thick sheet of dust that almost looked like the empty snowdin their Aus were left in.

But what caught Killer's eye the most was something old, older than Killer and much before his ara. A box, on top with the dust filled surface, looked untouched of fingerprints. The slate that was round sat empty, the arm with a point sitting still. What was this thing?

Bang! "... Killer, what the hell is this?"

The deep growl of a voice said from the other side of the desk, dust bouncing off of the historic object flew off like a wild snow globe. Creating a mess on Nightmare's, usually clean desk. The dark skeleton brushed the mess intently away and off of his clean work station.

"Dunno. Thought you may know since you're like.. a million years old,"

He said with a cheeky smile in hopes Nightmare would inform what this old dust body was.

"You're hopeless.. I'm not that old.."

He murmured with annoyance as he swiped his finger over the grey surface, his track left behind brown of the object's true color.

"Old enough to probably know this historic mechanical machine,"

Killer stated, waiting to know what this "thing" was called.

"Jesus Killer, you're making me not look good knowing these were made when I was alive, and you don't even know what they are,"

He said as his eye lights analyzed the old object that he once used, but now was just using up space. That was why it was in the attic.

"It's a record player. It surprises me you don't know what it is,"

He said, fiddling with the pieces. He remembered the days he'd play the old thing. It really informed how big their age gap was.

"Oooh! I've heard of these before. You need like.. records for it work, don't it?"

Killer said from the information from the back of his head. His hand was placed on the hardwood of the desk, leaning his weight to the bones of his arm.

"Do we have any records to use it? I'm sure the attic would have some since I found this old thing in it,"

Killer said, placing his hands in his pockets. He didn't want dust anymore on his fingers.

"Why were you even up there?"

Nightmare piqued as he stood up from his chair, digging around his organized shelving.

"M'bored. I've always been curious about what was up there,"

Killer blurted as his empty eyes with unforseen life watch Nightmare move. A thin slab of colorful cardboard with particular designs on it. It was a record. The piece of history is a lot less dusty than the machine it used to work.

"This was one record I used to play,"

Nightmare said, his eye filled with silent past memories of the subtle music playing in the background.