Lovers Pride

Accidents Happen

Nightmare's POV

One quick call was all it took to get everyone together of course a few hours of travel will be expected but they always came when I called. Always.

I could wait a few hours, I could use this to set up a plan. Or a base of one.

Horror, I expected to be here first, he was closer, Dust after him, Red, and then finally Error.

Just a few hours and I will be home free right?

I started to make my way home, grumbling annoyed and upset.

"stupid fucking rules..."

Dragging my feet, and look up the stairs. What was really the point in coming here if Killer was just pissed with me?

One... my stuff is here and I live here two... well I said it in 'One' already. I walked up the stairs soaked, I unlocked the door and opened it standing on the mat and let myself create a pool. I looked around hearing Killer asleep and I closed the door softly and sighed. Moving to my room trailing water behind me.

I stripped down and went to the bathroom. To grab my towel, grimacing when my shirt rubbed my back feeling like sandpaper. I looked at it from the mirror.

The scars were still there... all five of them... a few years back I had an... 'accident', and lost some limbs... the scars sometimes act up like they were recent wounds...

I hate it when they do that... it keeps me up... and Killer wants nothing to do with me so... it's useless to ask for his help...

I groaned reaching behind me and poking it hissing.

I looked at my door. I really wanted Killer's help...

I made my decision... I shove on pajama bottoms and dragged my feet, pushing my door open and knocked on Killer's.

"Hey Kills..." I called knocking again.

I waited.

I tried again, nervous and panicked I squeezed my arm and shuffled.

"Kills..."

Just leave him alone already he doesn't want to be bothered by you...

I backed off and heard shuffling.

"What Nightmare...?" He hissed grumpily.

"I— m-my b-back..." I looked at Killer's feet. I heard him sigh heavily, and I shriveled.

"Alright I'll just... I'll just deal with it..." I spun around stalking off.

"Nightmare, come back." I looked at his feet refusing to look at his eyes.

"Nightmare..." Killer sighed and walked over. He grabbed my hand and pulled me close.

"Come on let's take care of it." He led me to his room and sat me on his bed. Laying me on my stomach and he sat on my lower spine. Massaging my back. 

It was painful at first, but started feeling better after a while.

"You know I'd never hurt anyone right?" I asked, I'm a fucking liar...

Killer didn't answer.

"You know I didn't hurt him... how could I have?" I continued.

No answer.

"I was working the whole time Kills, you know that."

"Stop..."