Killer's POV
My hand that held the phone quivered nervously. Oh God, should I pick up?! Now, I hoped it was just a booty call. I swore my shift started at 6:00 PM! If that wasn't the case, then I'm at most an hour late... not like that matters. If I'm one minute late he'll hit me. Gah! Whatever, I'll just answer. I swiped my thumb right and held the phone up to my earhole.
Killer: H-Hello?
Nightmare: WHERE THE HELL ARE YOU?! YOU'RE SUPPOSED TO BE IN MY OFFICE AT 5:30 PM!
Killer: God- calm down, alright? I thought you said 6 PM? I wasn't... uh... aware of this 'time change.'
Nightmare: I emailed you, Killer! You must check your Gmail!
I scrunched my face in disgust. I haven't checked my email in like- a year? I'm pretty sure I have more than 5,000 emails in my inbox by now.
Killer: Alright Grandpa- I got some news for you. Ain't nobody usin' the Gmail!
Nightmare: ... I told you that I would reach you through there at the beginning of this year, do you even listen?
Killer: What was I doing at the time? Ya see, if I was doing something important, then I probably didn't listen to ya.
Nightmare: ...Our tutoring lesson.
Killer: AHAH! I was doing math!
Nightmare: YOU MISPLACED YOUR HOMEWORK THAT DAY AND SMASHED YOUR CALCULATOR BY SITTING ON IT WITH YOUR FAT ASS! YOU WERE ALSO INTOXICATED! 0.12 ON YOUR BREATHALYZER, I REPEAT 0.12!!!
Killer: Ah fuck- but then I was too drunk to listen to you!
Nightmare: THAT'S NOT MY PROBLEM- YOU SHOULD'VE ASKED ME AGAIN!
-click-
Oops! Hopefully, he doesn't take this out of my pay. Hard to believe we're a couple, huh? We're not really 'together', you know. If I want a fuck, I ask him. If he wants a fuck, he asks me. I would say friends with benefits, but we're not even friends. So... coworkers with benefits?
I sighed, rubbing the nonexistent wrinkles on my forehead. It's not like I can run away from Nightmare, I already know what'll happen if I do that. Spoiler alert: it ends with a living stick up my anus, and me ordering 5 sheets of Tylenol after. I'll just take a beating.
BUS #13 HAS ARRIVED AT STOP #49. PLEASE WAIT FOR EXITING PASSENGERS BEFORE ENTERING, the intercom crackled. The bus was relatively empty, so I sighed in relief and took out my card to insert it. "You a student, boy?" the bus driver asked, staring at me suspiciously.
"Yeah, I am. Sorry, but I don't have a backpack that I bring around with me every second to prove it," I snapped snarkily, taking my card back and sitting down at a corner seat.
Hmmm...KRRRRR
The bus jumpstarted, a literal earthquake shaking me. I sighed, pressing my cheek against my palm. As the bus drove, I thought about my life. What am I doing with it?
☽ DAYDREAM ☾
3 years ago...
"What do YOU want to be when you grow up, Killer?" Color whispered, looking at me. I rolled my eyes. "Well, I don't know! I want to be an astronaut, I guess. Like Outer, that hottie popular guy. I'll name a star after my dog," I responded, grinning. However, it faltered as my common sense kicked in. "Oops, I'll need more than a D+ average to get a scholarship though." Color snickered, adding, "Yeah, much more."
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☽ Troublemaker ☾《Nightkiller》𝗱𝗶𝘀𝗰𝗼𝗻𝘁𝗶𝗻𝘂𝗲𝗱
Romance✰ 𝟯𝟱𝟬𝟬𝟬~ 𝘄𝗼𝗿𝗱𝘀 | 𝗱𝗶𝘀𝗰𝗼𝗻𝘁𝗶𝗻𝘂𝗲𝗱 | ❝ why do you hate me? ❞ ♡ Killer is a troublemaker, through and through. Being a lazy skeleton who jokes all the time, people don't take him seriously. He brushes it off, but in reality, words d...
