The Bloody Night Calls

Chapter Eleven

Nightmare stretched, walking down the hallway to the kitchen.

Since the Monster of Nightmares didn't actually really sleep anymore, which was quite ironic, to be honest, he was always the first one awake to make breakfast.

After stretching a bit, he opened the fridge, grabbing the carton of eggs and a package of bacon. His tentacles got out four pans; two for each food item. He melted butter in two of the pans, greasing them well by moving around the oil in the pan.

He cracked several eggs and placed them in the two greased pans, scrambling one pot of eggs with a fork and leaving the other pot to fry.

After he placed the eggshells in the trash can next to the counter, he grabbed a few slices of bacon, placing most of them in one pot and a few in the other, turning up the heat on the latter pan. Killer liked his bacon practically burnt.
But then again, Killer put hot sauce and garlic powder on his eggs...

Snorting a bit as his boy's somewhat humorous food preferences, Nightmare turned to the eggs, stirring them a bit and adding seasoning to each of the pots. Killer, Dust, and Nightmare liked their eggs with pepper and salt, while the rest went without the extra pepper.

The eggs and bacon were whisked off of the stove to be put inside the oven at low heat, to keep them warm and crispy- a trick Nightmare had found to be especially useful. They would stay just like they were cooked seconds ago for up to two hours!

He smiled to himself and walked out of the kitchen after turning off the burners. No burned down kitchens today, thank you very much!

The first one to wake up would be the easiest.
Nightmare softly knocked on Killer's door, waiting a few seconds before opening the door slowly.
The tar-eyed skeleton was sleeping peacefully in bed, clutching his pillow like a teddy bear. Nightmare sighed fondly and tapped Killer's shoulder gently.

"Time to get up, buddy."

Killer opened his eyes sleepily, smiling up at the black skeleton standing over him. "Mornin', Dad..."

"Breakfast will be in about fifteen minutes," Nightmare said, removing his arm. "Bacon and eggs."

"Did you cook the bacon right?" Killer asked.

Nightmare rolled his eyes, chuckling. "I burnt your bacon, yes."

"Hey, it's not burnt, just crispy!" Killer retorted with a smile, getting out of bed. He was wearing his octopus-print pajamas today, apparently. "You guys are the ones with under-cooked bacon!"

Nightmare huffed and bopped him playfully on the head with a tentacle, walking out of Killer's room.

Dust was next.

Nightmare walked up to the next door down, knocking softly before entering.

The small skeleton was curled up in his bed, snoring loudly.

The black skeleton carefully slid a tentacle underneath his pillow, checking for knives. Dust had been known to attack people who had woken him up by accident as a residual effect of a night terror, after all.
But there weren't any knives today, and Dust didn't seem to be recovering from any night terrors, thank goodness.

He still used a tentacle instead of his hand to gently shake Dust awake.

"Dust. It's morning."

The smaller skeleton groaned and rolled over.

"nnnnnNNNNNNNN don' wanna get up."

Nightmare smiled.

"Dust, you have to get up now. Breakfast is in thirteen minutes."