Remembering Nightmares

Can You Sleep With Me?

The pale skeleton slowly woke up, his chest dull with pain. He was getting use to the pain actually... It was the nightmares that were hurting him...

Sitting up, he saw that he wasn't in the room that they assigned him, but some makeshift hospital room.

Confused, he crawled out of his bed and hobbled a bit to the door. His soul sped up as he neared the large object, worry lacing the back of his mind... Worry that he couldn't understand.

With a shaking hand, he tightly gripped the handle of the door and turned it slowly. It made this soft click sound to notify that it was open.

Yanking the wooden door opened, he was meet with a dimmed hallway. Slowly his soul started beating normally, it calming down. The worry vanished once the door was shown to open to nothing but a hallway.

Even more confused, Cross started walking down the hall. The light was much better than it was down that hall with the X on the door... Though the halls still gave him a shivering feeling.

Carefully, he descended some stairs, trying to remember where he was. He honestly was just walking wherever his feet was taking him. The only problem with that was he didn't know where his feet were taking him...

Soon, he reached an unknown door. It was a large, old wooden door with dark colored metal hinges holding it in place. There were small pebble grey drawings of something, but it blended too well in with the charcoal black door. 

With a hesitant hand, he knocked on it softly, getting a rough 'what?' in return.

"M-Mi-Mister Ni-Nightmare?" The smaller skeleton stuttered out.

The feeling of everything being stopped washed out of the room, like the monster inside had been frozen by the sound of the other's voice.

After just a mere moment, the door was almost ripped off it's hinges with the amount of force the octopus had opened it with! The large skeleton's one eye wide with worry and concern for the other as he looked down at them.

"Cross, is something wrong? Why didn't they tell me you were awake? I'm gonna f-" The large monster was cut off from his small tangent by a ball of white hugging him.

The innocent skeleton was shaking, tears forming in his eyes as he thought back to the dream. It was painful, something he really was glad he couldn't remember... The fear and pain of the dream replaying in his mind like a song stuck on repeat...

Nightmare frowned deeply when he felt the fear, even the pain, of the younger. It concerned him greatly...

"Cross, what's wrong?" The King of Fear made sure that his voice was gentle and soft, his arms instinctively wrapping around the other, pulling them closer to himself.

"I-I do-don't kn-know..." Sobbed the white skeleton, the flood gates pouring lose in his eyes as he clung to his savior.

The sight of the crying monster normally would've made Nightmare feel proud, even gleeful, but this time... It made him uneasy, worried, and over all concerned... He felt like he was sick with the feelings that swam in his tight stomach, sick from the feelings of helplessness from the smaller one.

"Sshh... It's alright... I'm here... Nothing will get you... I promise I won't let anything hurt you..." The monstrous beast murmured, laying his head atop the sobbing angel's. His extra limbs caged the weaker being to him even more, rubbing soothing patterns into his body as his sobbing slowly stopped.

Cross's crying soon was nothing more than a few sniffles and whimpers as he closed his eyes. The slimy tentacles felt nice against him through the clothing, making him feel protected, loved and safe. An odd combination when there was still the factor of the King's demented aura.

After standing there for maybe ten more minutes, Nightmare reluctantly pulled himself away from the scared creature, his body yearning to have the smaller frame against it once more.

"You should go back to bed, sleep will help fix your ribs." The King muttered, looking away from the sadden eyes of the white skeleton. Those eyes could've lured anyone into a trap of giving whatever the owner wanted, which Nightmare would've gladly done.

"B-But..." The red-white eyed monster stopped, biting his lip as he looked down at his hands. "C-Can yo-you sle-sleep wi-with me?" He muffled, shifting in his spot.

The dark overlord went complete violet at the question, his twisted mind going into twisted, sinful areas. Of course, he mentally kicked his butt for thinking such things about someone who didn't remember that they used to adore him. Then he remembered that he had some plans for getting rid of the Star Sanses without upsetting the balance...

The timid creature whimpered to himself when he didn't get a response.

"Follow." The taller one grumbled gently, pushing the doors open for the duo to enter.

Carefully, the white skeleton treaded behind his savior, eyes looking everywhere.

The room was void of most light( like there was much anyhow), but there were a few things that the innocent jelly bean was able to make out. There were weapons on one side of the wall, i.e. battle axes, lances, glaives, and a few different types of swords were hanging on the wall or cluttering up some flat tables. On the other side of the walls were maps of different areas, or blue-prints of tall buildings. 

At the back of the room, there came a harsh, yellow glow from a lightbulb inside a desk lamp. This desk was much larger than all the others, it being made out of wood, having a large bulletin board in front of it. Both items were clustered with papers, packets, blue-prints and some other random stuff, the desk also having a few thrown open books and binders.

"Here." Nightmare's voice snapped Cross out of his trance, making him look at where the other was.

The dark, gooey monster held soft, fluffy looking blankets in his arms along with a thick pillow. Off to the side of him was a large and wide couch that matched well into its surroundings.

The young monster scurried over as the larger being set the large pillow onto the couch. When the white wearing monster crawled onto the sofa, the warm blanket was pulled around him.

With a gentle smile given to the taller, the innocent monster fell into a calm sleep.

Sighing to himself, Nightmare went back to his planning. He was almost done with it, too.

As he thought and thought, wrote down every possibility, he would let one of his tentacles rub the side of the other's head. After who knows how many hours, the King of Nightmares was beginning to feel the affects of tiredness.

Glancing at the sleeping Cross, he instantly made up his mind.

Carefully, he pulled the blanket up and settled himself next to the freezing skeleton. The coldness that the other radiated made the goopy skeleton wince. He had always thought the annoying little monster was just exaggerating when he said that he's always cold...

Wrapping his arms and tentacles around the little smol, he let himself relax. It couldn't hurt to snuggle the younger for a bit, right?