Round And Round Till We All Fall Down.
Studio Nightkiller story. Part one.
Part 1, next
In a way a follow up to KillerNight(s) however you don't need to read KillerNight(s) to read this one.
Synopsis: Nightmare and Killer's relationship has been going round and round for years. With feelings becoming undeniable, will they fall together or, as always, fall apart? This is again before Ccinoย has entered their lives.
P1: Nightmare looks back on wanting something committed.
Warning, contains some mature themes.
Credits
Studio verse by @zu-is-here
Based off of headcannons both me and @jann-the-bean came up with, thank you so much for all your help Jan.
Original nightmare by jokublog
Original killer belongs to rahafwabas
He would have much rather blamed someone else.
It could have been a lot easier to do so.
Blaming Killer would be the easiest thing to do, surely....
But, as he stared at the recently slammed door, the pain twisted his soul in knots, still hammering from rage and aching from the cracks of heart break. There was no doubt in his mind that the cracks would be cemented with anger in time, yet for now he was taking in the damage.
Surely the only one to truly blame was him. Maybe not directly, but tracing the chaotic series of events back would always lead to him in the end.
How could he have been so stupid as to really believe things could have been different this time. It was near impossible to control an feral cat, especially one of carnal nature. In the end they might give you brief attention, but it always ended with your body pieced in claw marks.ย
He'd always hated cats.
"....."
He'd always hated that playboy. He should have listened to his gut long ago, cut it off from that first kiss, but now years later he was here.
Nightmare felt like a clichรฉ in a romantic drama. The protagonist who goes after the guy that everyone knows will break their heart. The one that even he knows is bad news. But despite all the warning signs and all of the facts pointing to this ending, heโd become the one that you yell at through the screen. The one you role your eyes at as they convince themselves that they can โchangeโ him. The one heโd always mocked in the past..
The pull of the siren is way to much and Nightmare had finally let himself drown.
Killer had been an irritating obstacle at first. Someone heโd simply put up with. Just a challenge of his job. But somehow, the manipulator had tempted him with sweet words and promises of a good time. The subtle movements of his tounge, the gentle strokes of his hands, the soft tone of his praises and the heat of his kisses had drawn Nightmare to his bed.
One night never hurt.
Perhaps not, but after one had turned into hundreds, the emotional strain was painful. Nearly anyone could have seen this car crash of a relationship coming in slow motion.ย
Other then them it seemed.
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The violet eyed skeleton ran his hand across his face and let out a frustrated sigh.ย
Why? He was supposed to be smarter then this. Heโd always prided himself on his intelligence and how he felt he was above such based desires. it was almost funny now.ย
He looked around his surroundings. His flat...
The flat seemed so much larger then before. So empty... almost hollow.
There were a few thrown pillows laying in a scattered display on the ground and smartphone laying smashed, comatose against the wall, under a small dent in the plaster.
Nightmare approached the crime scene. It wouldn't have taken a detective to figure out what had happened and Nightmareโs emotional volatility scared him sometimes. That was a problem for another day though.ย
The sofa let out a flump as Nightmare dropped himself onto it, yet the relief of sitting didn't last long.
A lot of difficult memories of this sofa came to mind. Movie nights, laughing and pointing out flaws in writing. Mornings spent drinking crappy instant coffee, as they went through scripts for upcoming roles. Times spent rocking against the sofa pillows as it croaked and complained under the weightย of them both.
"......"
It was really all his fault for ever trusting that man. You can't blame a cat for scratching, it's only in its nature. It wasnโt the catโs fault, it was your fault for trying.
Killer always had a habit of finding ways to near melt Nightmare's soul. The trickster had easily wormed his way in and seemed to play a long con on him. Perhaps it had always been a game to him, a fun bet to see how many pegs he could tear Night down.
ย Nightmare found himself questioning if anything with Killer had truly been real, all that was good, felt like a dream now. Their first kiss and the gentle way he'd been guided through their first time. The mornings Killer brought him breakfast after a long night. That night that Nightmare had topped Killer....
That was the memory that truly stung the most.
Killer had been so nervous and soft, as if he was almost a different person. The way he whispered "Moonpie..." still rang in Nightmare's head from time to time.
Not to mention how content he'd looked while sleeping, Nightmare had been unable to resist planting a kiss on his mouth.
But had it seriously all been a lie?
It was hard to believe that, but also hard not to.
ย At lest these events helped him justify his behaviour. Surely anyone could see where he got his delusions about changing a playboy from. Of course he'd never lov-
"......"
But he'd let his feelings grow until the point it hurt like hell.
He'd really thought it would be different this time. Really.
where had it all gone wrong?ย
In reality it had been a mess from the very beginning. He sighed, sat back in the sofa and started to think back to how this had all started.
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Over a year prior, Nightmare promised himself it was time to not let Killer seduce him again. After years of an on and off, dysfunctional mess he finally convinced himself to cut the cord.
Ironically, It had all started when he once again found himself at Killer's door. After many weeks of no contact, he'd finally found himself coming back for more. One more night, as he used to say, even if he knew he didnโt mean that. There would always be one more night.
But this time, Killer didn't grace his presence with his normally cocky grin and flirtatious remarks. Killer looked almost sheepish..... Embarrassed and It wasn't long till Nightmare found out why.
The purple eyed skeleton always knew he was inpatient, impulsive and that was yet another thing that was his fault.
He'd entered Killer's flat, without invitation, expecting to be quickly shoved to the sofa or wall.ย
But Instead he was hit by something else.
He'd come face to face with another man, dressed, slightly ruffled in one of Killer's shirts. The guy had very awkwardly walked back to the bedroom, leaving Night frozen. Killer already had company.
Heโd stammered through some excuses and left Killerโs flat quickly, without giving the dark eyed one a chance to say a word.
Nightmare still felt like an idiot thinking about it, but it had been a serious wake up call. It caused him to take a long time to reflect on things. Killer was the only one that Nightmare consistently slept with. But he wasn't Killer's only one.
He'd never been Killer's only one.
And he never would be.
Shortly after this realisation, Nightmare found himself in a bar, a good bit of wine was always his go to, even if it had been proven to just confuse him more in the past.
While finishing his 3rd glass he'd been approached by a nice young woman. Normally Night would have considered himself above this kind of thing, but feeling sorry for himself, he'd chosen to spend the night with her.
This kind of thing wasn't something that would ever normally cross his mind, but in that moment he truly needed it more then anything. If Killer was spending the night with someone, then why not him?
It was a pleasant night. She was an attractive woman and it had been refreshing in a way to sleep with someone other then Killer. However, for the most part, Nightmare felt guilty. He'd basically used this woman to make himself feel better and till this day the guilt still nagged at him. Then again it's not liked he'd been the one to start it.
The longer he lay there in her bed, the longer he felt like a hook-up only relationship wasn't something he wanted anymore. It was frustrating and tiring to try and be in a relationship with someone who was only as interested in someone as long as it took to get a fix.
This girl however, seemed to be really into him.
"....."
Maybe it was time to try and meet someone new.
So, despite not having overwhelmingly intense feelings for her, he decided that it could turn into something....or at lest be a good way to cleanse himself for a better relationship in the future. But, for that to happen, things with Killer needed to end.
Permanently.
Yet It wasn't easy to have that conversation with Killer.
His heart and body wouldn't have been able to resist the charms for sure, even if his brain screamed at them. But in the end it would be no use, not if the past was anything to go by.
So instead he'd opted for something over text instead, clean cut and simple. It may have been a cheap method from an emotional standard, but it was easierย and after hesitating over the send button for slightly to long, he'd finally sent it.
In simple terms, he told Killer that he couldn'tย keep doing this anymore. Both of them were getting older and this kind of relationship was vastly immature. It was time for him to look for something more stable then Killer could offer. He wanted commitment.
Killer didn't respond when he first read the message, he wasn't really sure how to. He'd spent a long time preparing himself for his favourite boy toy to finally have enough. It's not like his 'buddies' ever stuck around forever, so it was something he was used to. He'd been blocked, ghosted, dumped, the whole set, so it was nothing unusual. However it had never quite left a sting like this had.
Oh well, time to move on right?
Right?
Killer stared at his phone for quite a long time, re-reading Nightโs words. Should he say something? Call him? Text him?
He was currently in a taxi on the way to see some other special friends. Maybe it would be best to focus on that.
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It was later when he thought about the purple eyed skeleton again though, he still didnโt respond to his message.ย
"......."
It was weird. He guessed there was a part of him that thought Nightmare would never leave. Maybe he was stupid, but Nightmare always came back. He'd come back angry, tried and wonderfully sexually frustrated. There was nothing better then that look in his eyes, the one where Killer knew his brain and body were fighting between themselves.
Killer reveledย in that moment. One kiss and Nightmare was his. His kisses for Killer's mouth, his body for his enjoyment. Killer was the only one who could bring Nightmare to his knees, in both the metaphorical and literal sense and he loved it.ย
Yeah.... Killer treasured those nights.
But this time was different. It seemed that Night was saying that it really was over, and if that was true, he'd never see those eyes in that way again. He'd never feel Nightmare's hands gripping his against the bed, or see his face contorting in pleasure again.
"......"
And for some reason he couldn't get that out of his head.
He hadn't known that the last time they'd.... Would be the last time and if he had....he would have done almost anything to prevent it being the last..
Nightmare on the other hand was checking his phone every so often, only to find still no reply from Killer.ย
โ.....โ
He wasn't sure what he'd wanted Killer to say, but he probably shouldn't have expected much. He was only as good as his body was when it came to him anyway, so maybe they wouldn't talk again.
His soul twisted. Surely they would talk again right?
โ......โ
It didn't matter. He had a girlfriend now, it was best to focus on her instead.
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The silence fell between them quickly and left them no time to fight it.ย
Each day that past, each text notification they got that turned out to be from someone else, every kiss with someone else, was slowly killing them. Missing a friend wasn't supposed to feel like this, but to be fair they had known each other for a long time.
Killer's frustration in the matter never seemed to waver, even as days past. He still didnโt respond, perhaps believing it he ignored it, it would go away. A childish thing to do yes, but it was the only response he could come up with to handle his emotions.
All he could think about was how unfair it seemed to be.ย
Why..... Why didn't he get a say? Of course he could never make someone sleep with him, and it wouldnโt if he could, but this was the second time he'd been cut off with no warning. First Cross and now Nightmare.
Was is wrong of him to feel a little frustrated? He always knew that it was his hook up's choice to end it. But he never got warning, no "one last time, but then that's it". It was always just, "it's over".
Perhaps it was really wrong to think like that, but for Nightmare..... It bothered him to no end. Maybe it was because Nightmare always said "this is the last time" and still came back for seconds. Maybe that had caused him to put a lot less stock in the words. Until this time..
Killer twisted his phone in his fingers.
"one last time...."
"one last time"
He needed to see Nightmare again, even if it was only one last time. He would not let Nightmare leave him hanging like this, even if all Night did was slam the door in his face. He needed the closure. He needed Nightmare to say it was over to his face.
A mew distracted his thoughts, and glanced down to Crackers sat on the floor in front of him.ย
โhey sweetheart...โ he said, reaching down and stroking her lightlyย โDaddy is going out again tonight, so you be a good Kitty for me, alright?โ
Crackers simply mewed again and nuzzled his fingers. Such a good little cat, truly his little angel on the dark days. Sometimes he felt bad for leaving them alone, maybe he should get a second cat to keep them company.
He poured some food into Crackersโ bowl and gave them another gentle stroke, before grabbing his jacket. Killer felt strangely nervous as he left his flat to head to Nightmares, but he squashed it down.
Nighty was always predictable to him normally.ย
He'd act cold and uninterested in Killer, but it was never long before the fire was lit in his eyes and the playing hard to get started. A game Killer almost always won.ย It always started the same and always ended the same. Yet this time was different. He had no idea what Nightmare would do. They had been sleeping together so long, that he felt like he'd almost forgotten how to act around him now their relationship had been stripped back.
But never the less, he proceeded into the evening city. It was a cold night, but the cars still drove quickly in the streets and lights still shone bright. This noisy, busy place was the only one heโd ever felt at home in, far away from where he grew up.ย
His flat wasn't to far from Nightmare's, and with all the 'dates' and late night calls they'd had in the past, he knew the way like the back of his hand. It wasn't long till he arrived that Nightmare's flat.
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Once he got to the door he got the feeling that he rally shouldnโt have been there. Perhaps it wasnโt such a goo idea to talk to Nightmare....Killer wasnโt scared of Nightmare rejecting him...of course not....why would he be.
ย He stood still for what felt like hours until he heard a voice.
"Killer?"
He'd recognise that cold, crisp, displeased tone from anywhere. He turned in the spot and saw Nightmare standing in the apartment hallway. He'd clearly just been coming home.
".... Hi...Night..."
Nightmare didn't seem all that pleased to see him and fixed him with a classic glare before approaching, in order to meet his door.
maldiciรณn ... ยฟpor quรฉ tenรญa que venir aquรญ? He thought.
"whatever you want I'm not in the mood for it....โ he barked before addingย โ i...I was just visiting my girlfriend"
Lookโs like Nightmare had been ready to go in for the kill straight away.ย Especially Nightmare's empathise on 'girlfriend'. It caused Killer's soul to ache for some reason and it therefore caused him to freeze up. Since when did Moonlight have a girl?ย This new info threw Killer off balance for a moment.
Nightmare paid no mind and unlocked his door. Though as he noticed Killer was still staring at him, heย turned back to Killer and crossed his arms.
"what?"
"..... You....Since when do you....." was all Killer could get out.
Nightmare just rolled his eyes.
โKiller start talking or start walking away please...โ
Killer shook his head to snap himself out of his thoughts.
"you just broke up with me! Out of no where! What the heck?"
At that the smaller skeleton avoided eye contact,ย
oh no.ย
Oh no no.
Killer wasnโt serious right?? He was gonna try and get him back as he? Night should have seen it coming.
Wellย Killer was not going to play this game with him tonight. Nightmare would not stand for his manipulative words today. He wouldnโt fall for it again. It was time to stand firm.
"well I didn't think it would really matter to you much since your phone contact is full of other guys to get your fill" he said, hoping to shut this down quickly. Though he still made sure not to look at Killer directly. He had to avoid those deep eyes if he wanted to win.
"anyway what do you mean 'break up'? We were never dating!"
To be fair to Nightmare...that was a good point. Killer didn't have an answer to that one and he wasn't going to try. He felt like he should have said something, but Nightmare continued.
"and I'm tired of this relationship, it's time for me to look for something more long term and since you've made it clear you don't want that, then I need to end things, how hard is that to understand?"
Killer's mouth felt extremely dry.
"but..... Moonpie... I miss you"
The purple eyed skeleton felt his whole body tense. Moonpie.... No oh god don't call him Moonpie.
โMoonpie...โ
โi donโt know what you said but...say it againโ
shit...
Nightmare then made the mistake of looking up into Killer's eyes for a moment. The deep black eyes were watching him sorrowfully, and he couldn't look away.
"don't you miss me?" Killer added.
Nightmare was very close to saying 'so much' but instead he shook his head to snap out of his trance and looked away from Killer's gaze again.
" Ugh!โ
โยกEstรบpidos ojos hermosos! " he hissed.
"well what about that guy I caught you with last month hmm? Aren't you too busy with him to miss me?"
The taller skeleton was taken back slightly and confusion ran across his face. What did that guy have to do with anything?
"uh... No?"
'uh no?' what the heck was that supposed to mean? Nightmare felt frustrated again. Extremely so.
"no? What do you mean no?"
"just because I'm sleeping with other people doesn't doesn't change that miss you?"
"....."
Other people.... Of course... It was more then one guy, it always was. For all he knew it was a new one every day. Seriously, what was Killer even doing here, it was clear that he already had plenty of men to satisfy himself with.... What made Nightmare any different? Nothing....
Nightmare threw his hands up in frustration for a moment.
"well what do you want from me Killer? You wanna sleep with me?"
"...... Yes?"
In all honesty Killer wasn't really sure what he wanted anymore. He just felt like he wanted Nightmare. But right now Night was like water in hands, no matter what he did, it felt like he was slipping through his fingers.
" well I can't because I have a girlfriend" came Nightmare's voice, saying 'girlfriend' slowly, as if Killer was a kid who didn't understand.
"w-well that doesn't mean we ca-
" we are exclusive Killer "
"....."
Oh.... It really really was over....
" b-but I thought you didn't want commitment!? Killer stammered and a sudden wave of panic started to set in.
He felt like someone falling and trying to grab at anything on the way down to stop from hitting the bottom.ย
"you.... You were OK with a non committed relationship! Y-you know.... Just having fun!"
Nightmare, not noticing any of the panic on Killer's face, simply sighed.
"you didn't think it would be OK forever did you?"
"I.... I don't know! I.... Its not like the relationship was bad!
"......"
Nightmareโs tone turned slightly softer but he sighed, thinking about them. It had never been bad....not really...Killer drove him up the wall, but he made him feel safe....it stung so bad.
"Killer what is with you?.... You have so many options... Why does it matter?"
Why did it matter? Surely it shouldn't of.
"w-well they.... They aren't you Moonlight! And I've told you before, you aren't just a booty call!"
Nightmare felt his face flush slightly and he hated it. What was wrong with Killer today. The smooth talking playboy was putting on a front of nervousness. His once silver, sharp tounge was fumbling over his words. For some reason it caused Nightmare to start being more frustrated in his presence then usual.
"then what was I Killer!? I'm not your boyfriend, I'm not even really your friend. What was I?"
"......"
"it doesn't matter, whatever it was is over. For good! You hear me?! Over!"
Over...... Really over.... He.... No... Its wasn't fair. He couldnโt just let it end. He had to do something. Before Killer knew what was happening, a panic response set in.
Nightmare jumped back as Killer suddenly kissed him.ย
He should have known the playboy would play this card, but for some reason he hadn't seen it coming. Nightmare didn't even have a second to respond before his back was pressed to the door frame and Killer pressed to his front.
What a kisssssss.ย
He'd forgotten how Killer's kisses made him feel and his eyes fluttered closed for a moment.
He missed this.
This.... This was nothing like the kisses he got from-
Wait! His eyes opened and he opened his mouth slightly, as if to object, only to feel Killer's tounge plunge past his teeth.
Oh.... God......he couldn't.
Nightmare lightly placed his hands on Killer's chest. His first instinct had been to push Killer away and scream at him. But his strength seemed to melt and it got harder and harder to find the drive to. Instead he curled his fingers in the fabric of Killer's shirt wondering if he should push him away or pull him closer.
Killer pushed forward slightly more, since felt no resistance from Nightmare.
ย Over? Ha Killer didn't think so. He knew Night was bluffing. He wanted him just as much as he did.
Killer never wanted this kiss to end, he would have much rather suffocated then ended it. His chest strained, as his non-existent lungs burned due to lack of air, and he was forced to pull back, gasping like a drowning man.
Nightmare felt slightly dizzy and he pressed his back against the door frame harder to steady himself. For a moment, he could have sworn his legs were shaking, but he took a breath to compose himself slightly.
"K-killer.... We can't! We-
But before Nightmare could finish the sentence, he was cut off by a near growl coming from Killer's throat.
"we can"
And with that they were joined in another kiss. Nightmare should have pushed him away, he knew he should off, but he was weak and this kiss was electric. He was so ashamed.....he was so weak.
This time the kiss was shorter, but even when it was over, Killer wasn't done.
He lent him face in close Nightmare's neck, like a predator going in for the kill. He knew that bites made Nightmare's knees turn to jelly and right now it's exactly what he wanted.
But something stopped him from doing anything other then nuzzling his neck gently and feeling the warm flush of Nightmare's blushed bones.
"Killer..... You need to stop...."
"stop me then....I won't stop you if you push me away"
"........."
That was Nightmare's chance surely. But... No. He couldn't do it and he knew Killer knew that.
"I want you Nightingale..... One last time..."
"......"
Then they shared a kiss again. Looking back on this whole interaction, Nightmare was more then ashamed in himself. He was supposed to be an intelligent person, he was meant to have good control over himself.... He just never seemed to act like it around Killer.
He still remembered what happened next very clearly. Killer had picked him up and carried him into his flat.
In the desperation they both were starting to feel, Killer couldn't see himself making it to the bedroom and instead slammed Nightmare down on the living-room coffee table. The act of which had sent a jolt of pain through Nightmare's back for a moment and causes him to snap out of his haze.
"K-killer! I... I have a girlfriend" he found himself stammering, as Killer froze.
"I.... I can't... I'm not a piece of meat! I can't do this any....."
But his words trailed off, as he found himself looking into Killer's eyes again. Those deep beautiful eyes were watching him so intently..... Full of pain...
"one more...." he said placing his hands on either side of the smaller.
"one last night please..... Just one"
If Night was really going to end it....Killer needed something to go out on.
"one last time to taste you on my tounge, one last time to hear you screaming for me, one last time to feel you against me"
Killer swallowed, his voice sounding completely defeated.
"j-just one..... And I'll never contact you again"
"one..... Last... T-time"
That was it for Nightmare.ย
It was as if all possible reason was gone from him in that moment. Killer had always had this effect on him, it was like some kind of spell he cast.
Would Nightmare hate himself for sleeping with Killer again afterwards? Yes. Was it completely wrong for him to cheat on his current partner? Absolutely. But could he stop himself? Not even slightly.
His arms where quickly around the taller's neck, their mouths jammed together in a sloppy hot mess off passion. Before long, he found himself begging for Killer to take him anywhere, practically screaming it, and with that their body's where on the floor. Seems ripping and buttons near popping from how desperately they clawed at each other.
Killer kept his word that night. He took in every sensation that the other presented him with. Every sound, feeling and taste. He made every movement, followed every request in Nightmare's desperate voice. It was a night neither would forget, despite most of it being a hot, carnal blur.
At some point they managed to end up in Nightmare's bed before sleep finally took them. Just as many nights before this, they lay in each other's arms gently, as if a moment before they hadn't been going at each other like wild animals.
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It was Killer who woke first the next day.
He lay behind Nightmare, with his arms wrapped lightly around him, his head resting partly against Nightmare's back.ย
...... perfect....
Killer didn't move for a long time, he only listened to the other breathe for a while. He felt like time stopped for a moment and all he could do was lay here with him.
"....."
Nightmare's breath was soft and satisfied and Killer couldn't help but wonder if he was dreaming about him.
'one last night and you'll never see me again'
He had a promise to keep.
With a sigh, the eyeless skeleton carefully enweaved his arms from Nightmare's body and slowly sat up. He felt conflicted now. He knew that he never should have come here, Nightmare had told him over text that he couldn't keep doing this. That he wanted something committed and steady. Was that something that Killer could provide?.......
Probably not.
It became clear to Killer that Nightmare had gotten a girlfriend so fast as a form of rebound. Killer wouldn't judge, he'd been there, but it all had clearly been an effort to try and get over him..... But instead he ended up under him...Again.
"how selfish am I?"
He thought out loud, softly running his hand across the sleeping skeleton's, shoulder and down along the side of his ribs.
He really was a beautiful sleeper.
"...."
With that Killer ended up doing something that he hadn't done in a long time. Something he'd promised to never do again, after being on the other side of it. And that was leave a hook up before the other woke up.
He was quick and effective in gathering clothes and dressing himself which was surprising, since their clothes were scattered all across the apartment. Nightโs apartment was normally so much neater then his...he was going to miss that.
He lingered in the flat for way to long. The longer he waited, the most chance he had of Nightmare waking up.
Maybe a part of him hoped Nightmare would, and ask him to stay.ย
As he exited the apartment, he felt very numb and he hung onto the doorknob on the outside for a while.
โ......โ
Eventually, he sucked it up and started on the walk of shame, which he was no stranger to, only this time.... It felt longer.
It wasn't to long after Killer left that Nightmare stirred, through he kept his eyes shut. As he rolled onto his back, the morning greeted him with a mild headache and a unfortunately familiar ache on his neck and legs.
"dam it" he murmured, running his hand across his face.
"listen..... Asshole we can't do. .... This is all your fault..... This was the last time OK?"
He got no response, and after a while, opened his eyes. The bed was empty.
"....."
He'd looked around the room, only to find Killer's scattered clothes gone from the floor and no sign of him.
".... Killer? "
He said slipping out of bed and taking his dressing gown out of the wardrobe to slip on.
Still no response.
He tied up the dressing gown sash to hold it shut and kept looking around the room. His gaze fell on the door of his on-sweet.
"Killer.... If you are smoking in the bathroom again I'm gonna be really mad" He said, walking over to the door and opening it.
No one.
Nightmare swallowed, his throat suddenly feeling slightly dry. He didn't just.... Leave did he?
"....."
It was when Nightmare left his room and found the rest of his flat clearly empty, that he realised.
He did just leave didn't he....
el playboy realmente se fue?......
The purple eyed skeleton would be embarrassed to admit how long he just stood in one spot, thinking about that realisation. Why did this bother him so much? It was just a hook up, wasn't this a normal thing to happen after? Normally Killer would stay way to long....so this was good...right...
Only Killer had never just left..... Why did he feel so.... Empty?
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In the days that followed, Nightmare figured that it would be best to treat that night with Killer as if it where a dream, rather then reality. It would be easier for both of them that way. Much easier for them to forget. This meant that he didn't tell his girlfriend about it.
Although he knew it wasn't right keep that relationship going after what he did, he was too ashamed of himself to confess. So he took the cowards route out and simply told her that it wasn't working out for him and that he wasn't ready to properly pursue something committed.
Lucky that their relationship was only a short time in the making, because it made it much easier to handle everything. Not hard feelings.
Not many anyway.
Looking back at these events from his seat on the sofa, Nightmare could have almost laughed at the irony.
Isn't life just hilarious sometimes?
Remembering that passionate night made his cheeks flush even now. He hated it. He hated Killer..... He hated him.
His relationship with Killer should have ended there, with that one perfect night. Maybe that way things would have been better.
He never should have opened the door for him.... That night a few months later.
Once again... His fault.
And he just couldn't wait to relive those memories......
