My Precious Nightmare (Bill x Reader)

Part 16

(being the lazy and not writing the explanation by Ford, you know what he tells you)

Sixer sat back against the wall, checking your face for signs of panic or disbelife, or even violence. He didn't have to wait long. "I...you...that doesn't, I don't...He didn't, but...oh no..oh no oh no oh no, this isn't RIGHT!!" Yoy lurch forward, disgust and rebuttal fighting to smother your sanity. You taste bile on the back of your throat, and you gasped for breath. Sixer puts a protective arm around his precious twins and brother, looking as though he wanted to comfort you. You lie still, you felt something die, inside you, like a little glass shard in your stomach. Your breath hitches, and you lie still, sitting and gazing at the pines with glazed eyes. Sixer's eyes widen when he sees a tear forming. He lets go of his family. He shuffles forward on his knees, cricking his neck to see your facr properly. He loks worried, like a small child look at a china doll they have just knocked off their sibling's dresser, and broken it beyond repair.

He hold out a hand and waves it in front of your face, shaking slightly. He looks very worried now. He hold his hand out, tentively. You make no move. His hand stretches, and it touched your shoulder, your cold shoulder. And then...

"HOW DARE YOU TOUCH HER!!"

Your Nightmare appeares, and he's is like nothing you've ever seen. His usually fluffy and messy hair is spiked and oddly solid, his skin is mottled and tight, streching his joints horrificly, like a reptile. The neat suit is ragged and hangs off him like an old man's skin. And his eye, it is no longer gold and beautiful, the white of it is blue and black, the slit a glowing white that shines on Sixer, illuminating his shocked and terrfied face. Your Nightmare gets bigger, and bigger, he seems to fill the whole room. He snarls like a wild amimal, and he raises one hand, the forefinger elongating and changing into a bird's talon, he brings it down on Sixer. And shrinks. Like butter in a frypan, he turns back to his usual, handsome and undeniably human self. The forefinger of his left hand rests on Sixer's cheek, who tries to shake him off. Your Nightmare shoots forward, pinning Sixer by the throat to the wall with one hand.

He stares at Sixer with an inhumane, menacing hatred. His one eye seems to expand. "Say it old man, tell me you will never touch anything I love ever again, or I swear I will kill you, you know I will." Sixer clawed at your Nightmare's gloved hand, but his grip only got tighter. You had some more questions you wanted to ask Sixer, and you really didn't want him dead. So you did the only thing you could think of at such short notice, and probably the only thing that will have worked. You stood up and hugged him from behind. Surprised, he let go of the old man and he slid down the wall, where he was smothered by the protecting limbs of his family. Your Nightmare spun around and picked you up, hugging you to him. "I'm never letting go of you again, ever." You look over his shoulder, and PineTree looks at you with fear and anger in his eyes. You mouth very carefully to him,

"I'll be back tonight."

Dis one's really short, but I thing you'll survive.

I'll be back soon lovely children,

love from,

Zoe