𝐎𝐔𝐑 𝐎𝐍𝐄 𝐒𝐀𝐒𝐒𝐘 𝐒𝐄𝐑𝐕𝐀𝐍𝐓 ␈ ˢᵃⁿˢᵉˢ ˣ ʳᵉᵃᵈᵉʳ

2; Visitor (with Cards)

📌Chapter Summary: Welcome back to the Visitor's series, this visitor here is a perverted prick!

📌Chapter Note: Refined as of July 19, 2020✔

📌15/30

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The next day, 20XX, 13:01

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Nightmare enters the room, his gaze emotionless and cold as normal.

You pause from your work in watering the black roses, putting a frown before asking, "Yes Master N? Is there anything you need from me?"

Somehow, the grassy ground seems to gain his attention as he lowers his head and avoids your gaze, "'ere havin' a visitor, t'night.  just to let you know." 

You frown for a bit, man, having visitors was so much work to do.

"Of course Master, I'll cover the work needed," You pause and think for a bit, "Is there anything else, Master?" 

He shakes his head as a no and you gave him a nod, somehow, he instantly teleported somewhere. 

Was he avoiding you?

The Masters was sure on edge knowing your frustrations and they did a lot of work in avoiding you too, those teleport thingy will get in your nerves someday.

But you have a lot of work to do to mind all of that, and speaking of work, visitors and such.

Welp, Lux wishes you luck for the day, yay!

After the job was done, you immediately returned to the kitchen, setting up random things such as tea, soda, snacks: such as cookies, fries, and burgers because your Masters loves it or prefer it for occasions or if they are in a mood to eat such things.

After you were done with your job, you walked your way through the foyer with the things you prepared earlier, hearing small noises coming from the living room.

You carefully entered the noisy living room as all eyes were on you, awkwardly enough, you cleared your throat and set the things up in the table.

Giving the newly arrived visitor a peek as he gives you a wink, boy, it will be one of those days.

He was a bit taller than your other Masters but still shorter than you, red-eye lights with his sharp teeth on his face - or skull -, he somewhat has a single golden tooth and nailed it when it comes to smoking cigars.

That casual forced smile of yours came in view as you broke your gaze with the guest and look at your Masters, "I've brought snacks, Masters."

Your Masters seems hesitant whether to introduce the guest or not.

Unusually enough, the guest spoke, "call me red, sweetheart."

He puffs out smoke with his devilish grin, making you close your eyes as the disgusting fog enters your nostrils.

The Masters, whatsoever, rolls their eye lights; Cross, Dust, Killer, and Horror.

You snickered silently.

Breaking another forced smile as you locked gaze with him "Of course, Mr. Red, will there be any request?"

You once look at your Masters which only shakes their head in response.