Killer: and make fun of you

Horror: and don't respect you

Nightmare:

Nightmare: But?

Nightmare and Dreamtale by Joku

A little negative skeleton sat at the base of the great tree, curled between two large knotted roots that shielded him from the wind. Even nestled in the shelter of the tree, he felt the cold biting his bones, huddling into his stiff purple clothes with knees pulled to his chest, pressed back against the fork of the roots in an attempt to keep warm. Dream was late home again. He usually was, nowadays. At first when Dream didn’t come home on time Nightmare had panicked, afraid something had happened to his brother, but now he knew that Dream had just lost track of time, talking to the villagers or playing with the children. Nightmare would have liked to join his brother at the village, but he knew he wasn’t welcome.

The villagers hated him.

He knew why; Nightmare was the negative counterpart to Dream’s positivity, part of a balance that no one wanted. A coldness that opposed Dream’s warmth. But he would have liked to be included, have liked to be able to walk through the village without scornful looks and disdainful shoves, to never have to worry about rocks being thrown at him when Dream wasn’t looking. He wished he didn’t feel unwanted simply for existing.

Nightmare never told Dream the full extent of the villagers’ hatred. Part of him didn’t want to spoil the friendships his brother had, and part of him... part of him was terrified that Dream wouldn’t care. He didn’t know if he could cope with Dream hating him too, just the thought made him feel sick and shaky. Dream was warmth and kindness and the only thing Nightmare thought worth having in the world.

The smell of the wind changed and Nightmare looked up in time for a snowflake to land on his skull, followed by another, then another. Nightmare leaned back against the trunk with a quiet whine as snow whisked about, futilely trying to shield his head from the settling flakes as he reached up to untie the cloth wrapped around the tree trunk. Usually when it was cold he and Dream would take shelter together under the tree’s shroud, cuddling and keeping eachother warm while admiring the snow’s prettiness, but Dream was still far away in the village.

Snow settled on the fruit-burdened branches of the great tree, whiteness beginning to stick to the bark and the grass and Nightmare too. Nightmare bundled the worn blanket around himself, but the snow was quickly covering the fabric, coldness clinging to him where it melted. The small skeleton huddled under a blanket of snow, pressing against the tree roots, bones trembling.

Dream would be taking shelter in someone’s house, out of the cold and wet, probably forgetting that Nightmare was waiting for him back at the tree. He’d forgotten about Nightmare, again. He always did. Always would.

★ 𝔗𝔥𝔢 𝔇𝔦𝔰𝔠𝔬𝔳𝔢𝔯𝑦 𝔒𝔣 𝔖𝔬𝔪𝔢𝔱𝔥𝔦𝔫𝔤 𝔇𝔞𝔫𝔤𝔢𝔯𝔬𝔲𝔰. ★

Uff! 

Finally I finished The 3 part of the comic! 

Sorry for the delay! I've been very busy lately, and I have not been able to draw. But do not worry, the comic will continue!

Killer!Ink By: Me.

Killer: They will be judged on voice, body language, and overall lack of flair.

Cross: Let the contest begin!

Horror, monotone: I live with idiots.

Error: …

Cross: What the FUCK are you doing?

Dust: *High pitched noise*

Killer: That’s your Nightmare impression?

Dust: I can imagine them doing it.

*Later*

Nightmare: What the fuck are you guys doing now?

Cross: We found a cat. *Shows them*

Nightmare, jumps on a table: *High pitched noise*

Everyone:

Blue: I witnessed the dumb stuff.

Dust: I recorded the dumb stuff.

Killer: I joined you in the dumb stuff.

Nightmare: I TRIED TO STOP YOU FROM DOING THE DUMB STUFF!

Ink: I don't know, pass me that saxophone and well fine out.

Ink: *blasts saxophone*

Nightmare: WHO THE FUCK IS PLAYING THE SAXOPHONE AT TWO IN THE FUCKING MORNING!

Ink: It's 2 am