Multiversal Star - Masculine Reader

Frustration

Chapter Twelve 

A few nights after spending hours on the kitchen floor, M/n had been rather frustrated. The smallest things would make him angry, he would frown and go silent if Cross or Epic tried to make conversation with him. It was such a sudden switch up from before, but Nightmare thought it was very amusing. 

Nightmare was currently sitting at the kitchen table, sipping coffee from a dull-grey colored mug. Another skeleton was sitting on the counter, the container of cookies open next to him. Nightmare stared blankly at the other while he talked to him. Well, talked AT him. 

"Did you make these cookies, boss?" He asked, munching on what had to have been his twelve cookie. 

"No." Nightmare grunted in response. 

"Who did, then? Because I know it wasn't Horror. The big fella can cook, but he can't bake to save his godforsaken soul." 

"Killer, would you just-" 

"What the hell?!" M/n stood in the doorway, eyebrows furrowed and a very firm frown etched onto his face. "D'you know how to ask if you can have something?" 

Killer blinked owlishly at the human, cookie hanging halfway out his mouth. M/n stomped over and snatched the almost empty cookie container away from the skeleton that had tar-like tear streaks running from his eyesockets. 

"When the hell did a human get here?" Killer deadpanned. 

Nightmare didn't answer. He stared at M/n as the boy went off on Killer, shouting and scolding him for being a pig. 

"There's only like-" M/n paused his rant to count the remaining cookies. "YOU ATE ALL BUT THREE?!" 

Killer swallowed the rest of the cookie and laughed. M/n glared at the skeleton and bitch slapped him across the skull. 

"Ow, what the fuck was that for?!" Killer shouted. 

Nightmare stood up. "M/n L/n." 

The h/c boy whipped his head around to fave Nightmare. His anger quickly faded to regret, almost guilt. The look on Nightmare's skull, it terrified him.

* The menacing look you're receiving... 

* It fills you with FEAR. 

"sorry." M/n mumbled, shoving the container back onto the counter, sliding it back over to Killer before turning on his heel and speed-walking out of the kitchen. 

"What the actuall hell was that about?" Killer blinked. 

"Just shut up. I have a headache." 

"Ink?" Cross called out into the doodlesphere, listening to his voice echo. 

It was silent for a few minutes and Cross almost decided to go back, thinking Ink wasn't there. 

"Hiya, pal!" 

"ACK!" Cross screamed, jumping and punching behind him. 

"Ow." 

Cross spun around and huffed, watching as Ink hunched over, vomiting a bit of ink. He grunted, staring at the short and colorful skeleton. 

"You can't do that, dude-" 

"Jeez, sorry-" Ink inhaled sharply. "Anyway.. whyd ya show up unannounced?" 

"Does the name M/n mean anything to you?"