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Top!Yandere!Nightmare x Bottom!Killer 🍋

(Request: imlesbiank

I have never done a Dom!Nightmare before! This is my first time experiencing writing it, so buckle in!)

•|Day one|•

Killer opened his locker.

A note fell to the floor, making him confused. No, it wasn't a full note, it looked like it was cut from a larger piece of paper, just a tiny strip. The 'note' was typed in... standard typewriter font? Killer knew it was a font you could use on your computer, but it was odd to use for a note.

"Dear Killer" it read. That was all. Just... "Dear Killer" 

Killer found it so weird, but just shoved it in his hoodie pocket and continued with his day.

•|Day two|•

Killer opened his locker once more for another 'note' to fall out.

"How you'll never know" this one read. It sparked his interest. What would he never know? When his friends walked over, he shoved the strip in his hoodie pocket as he did the last one. It was still in his pocket.

•|Day three|•

Killer kneeled as he opened his locker, holding his hand out. He caught the slip, anxious to read what this one read.

"What I do"

He walked over to where his friend group would hang out. He felt his cheeks heat up as he saw Nightmare. His usually waist long purple and cyan hair wasn't just cut— it was basically gone. He had shaved the left half of his hair, only keeping his bangs to cover his right eye. Killer liked it this way more. He couldn't just talk to Nightmare! He looked too... amazing! He would just jumble his words and his face would burn like fire if he tried! He walked away, deciding he would tell them the next day.

•|Day four|•

Killer did the same as he did the day before— kneel, hold his hand out, and catch the slip as it fell.

"In the night"

"Hey, what's that?" Nightmare skipped over to Killer joyfully.

"N-N-Nightmare!" Killer jumped up, blushing. Nightmare was so much more handsome up close. And he was already handsome many feet away.

"The slip in your hand? What is it?" Nightmare pointed at the tiny paper.

"Oh n-nothing!" Killer shoved it in his pocket so it could join the others.

•|Day five|•

Killer opened his locker. But before the slip could float down to his hand, another hand snatched it.

"Hey!" Killer turned to the person. His face exploded in blush as he saw it was Nightmare.  He looked away, but held out his hand slightly, trying not to accidentally touch Nightmare's thigh, which was face level yo him. "U-umm, can I have m-my p-paper back?" 

"Next to you" Nightmare read the odd font in his mind. He kept his smirks in his mind.

"What does that mean?" Nightmare asked, putting back on his act.

"What does what mean?" Killer wondered.

"'Next to you'. What does it mean?" Nightmare asked.

"I don't know. I've been getting little slips like this with no real context or meaning everyday for the past few days. They're just... coming out of my locker, typed in that standard type writer font. That's it." Killer shrugged, standing up. His face once more exploded into blush as Nightmare was so close.