Free Me From My Chains (ClassMare)

The Little Flower

A few weeks had passed since Killer had found Classic. To say the least, Killer had been strung up with worry as days passed on. Each moment Classic remained lost to the world, it left Killer more broken then the current day. Nightmare had kept a close tabs on him, aware of the pain he was going through. It angered him seeing his best at such a low point. He wanted to help, but there was only so much he could do. He wanted everything as it was before, even if a new body was involved in the picture.

One night while the dining room had been filled with chatter and clinking silverware, Nightmare had dismissed himself early. He hadn't given a reason in particular, only that he was curious about something. No one questioned him. Who would question the king? Nightmare had left the dining hall before turning toward his bedroom. Exhaustion was gripping onto him the closer he was to the comfort of his bed. While sleep was what he desired, he had another idea in mind.

He stumbled into his room before closing the door softly. The sound of the lock filled the silence as he moved toward the mattress and collapsed onto it. The warmth and comfort pulled him in as he closed his eyes, focusing on the other sleeping figure rooms away. His mind was engulfed in darkness as he felt himself being pulled under. It was a suffocating feeling. His body ached as pressure rocked his body, his mind feeling like it would split. Almost as soon as the pain had begun, it had stopped entirely. Nightmare had clenched his sockets closed. 

When he opened his eyes, he felt his breath hitch. A multitude of blue colors lit up the area. Flowers of many different kinds grew along the mainland. The grass was a deep blue, a early morning shade glowing along the edges of each piece. Even the clouds above were a hue of blue. It was beautiful, yet left a saddened feeling in Nightmare. He crouched down before a flower unknown to him. His fingers traced the petals as he felt a smile creep over his expression. His defense dropped entirely as he felt a wave of relaxation hit him in full. 

His body dropped to the grass as he sat beside the flower, his eyes locked on the sky above. He wasn't sure where he was, but he had to admit it was wonderful. The area was perfection even to his lacking heart. Nightmare sighed before his back fell to the cushioning below him. His hands pressed beneath his head as he closed his eyes slowly. A gentle breeze drifted past him. The smell was pure, untainted by filth. Where ever he was, it was unblemished by the outer world.

His mind had been cycling through thoughts when he heard soft footsteps. His barriers rose quickly, eyes narrowing as he shot up. The sudden movement startled the approaching figure. Nightmare rose his tentacles to attack, but he froze as he gazed to the figure. The frame was slender, innocent eyes peering into him. A genuine smile pressed to flawless features as petals rested beside the left eye. Long fabric draped over his features, enveloping his frame. His build was delicate, a welcoming and sweet air coating the stranger. A dark blue cloak covered his dress as light blue fluff cuddled his slender neck. Long sleeves dropped beyond the small skeletons hands, thin finger tips barely visible.

"Oh my. I do hope I didn't startle you." Nightmare listened to the voice. He felt his soul flutter at the grace enveloping each word. Nothing but honesty as well as kindness was mixed into the sentence. Everything about the figure before him was pure to the core. Nightmare remained silent, unsure what to say. He feared speaking and scaring the stranger away. Were they truly the one Killer had claimed as family?

"Hello? Is anyone inside there?" The stranger had closed the distance without Nightmare becoming aware. Gentle fingers poked his forehead as a delicate smile rested before his eyes. He sucked in a breath before opening his mouth to speak. He hesitated, the stranger tilting their head slightly. "Any who, what brings you here?"

Nightmare turned to the figure as they took the spot beside him. Instead of scooching away, he found his body refused to move an inch. His gaze was glued on the strangers appearance. He felt his soul pound slightly as he finally spoke up. He held his tone as soft as possible, hoping to keep from scaring them.