Chapter 2
Satisfaction Brought it Back
If Killer had skin, he was sure he would have gone deathly pale.
Slowly releasing his hold on the handle, the lock tongue clicking loudly back in place. He turned around to only barely miss a sharpened tentacle puncturing into the already cracking stone wall by the door.
a singular teal eyelight glared down at Killer while three other tentacles whipped around behind the others back, one was even slapping at the ground in anger. Killer having crouched to the ground as he looked up to his boss, his phone having laned on the ground with the screen face down. The flashlight offering a little amount of surrounding light around Killer.
"Oh, heya Boss. Didn't know you fancied a Nightly stroll."
a low rumble of a growl could be heard as Nightmare bared sharpened teeth to his subordinate. Maybe he shouldn't be punning him at the moment.
"a Nightly stroll indeed. I do believe I have already given you a warning of this place being none of your business just last week. Yet here you are, disobeying me once again. Sometimes I wonder if you even care at all with the thought of me dusting you one of these days"
Killer shrugs with little care as he stood back up, patting down his shorts to clean away the dust off them before shoving his hands into his sweatshirt pockets. " Can't say the thought has ever crossed my mind Boss." He returned to looking around the area before leveling his gaze back to Nightmare, tilting his head to one side of the room.
"These doors have any meaning to them? The rest of this place is a disaster but theses doors look pretty Pine to me."
His grin twitches at the corners while watching Nightmare grit his teeth, loud grumbling filling the space before the boss man sighs. Displaying a bored expression to the other before looking over the doors himself
" . . These doors were already here when I first discovered this castle. Along with there owner, but that I believe is still none of your business Killer. "
Perking up at the word 'owner', Killer's curiosity was already growing with the need to know more. "Wait, owner? You saying someone else lives here besides us boss?"
"Killer enough! My patients are wearing thin so either move along back to your room or become a fresh pile of dust right where you stand!"
The black oil substance that made up Nightmares form spiked out with agitation as his boss hissed at him, his two upper tentacles already poised over his shoulders to strike down into Killer if he didn't drop his questions and move on.
Raising his hands in a mock form of surrender, he backed off. kneeling to retrieve his phone up before pointing the light downwards.
"Alright already, I get ya the first time. I will be taking my leave. . Senpai~ " Leaning down in a show of a poor display of a bow before taking a step backward into the forming magic of his shortcut. The tear of dimensional space allowing him though as he fell away into the Void.
Killer's shortcut landed him onto his bed. Face first into the worn mattress that soon followed with a loud groan of slight pain from the friction burn he received from his sheet. He really needed to practice his landings. . Shifting his weight, he rolls to lay on his back, looking up blankly to the ceiling above. "Think I should talk to the Dustbunny about all this tomorrow. Or later today?" Pulling up his phone to dismiss the flashlight, he glances over the time, 4:13 am. Chuckling a little before flopping his arms to his side his phone dropping with them to lay on the mattress.
"Welp, guess all I get is a nap for now"
Nightmare Prov
Giving a very loud skreech of anger over the name, his tentacles hit nothing but air as Nightmare watched as his subordinate took a shortcut. blackness filling up the room once more as he closed his eye for a moment to allow his anger to boil down before giving a brief once over of the door in front of him. a tentacle reaching out to brush over the blackened wood only to rest over the handle.
". . ."
Shaking his head he pulls it away, a sigh slipping past his teeth as he looked around the room of doors for a moment before stepping back, his corrupt form sinking into the pitch-black darkness only to return to his darkened room. The glow of the faint teal magic and eyelight being the only source of light as he passed by his bed with ease. He has always had perfect night vision, even before the corruption.
Taking a seat at a small desk in the room he takes a moment to dispel his tentacles from his back before leaning against the worn wood frame of his chair, exhaling a relaxed breath.
The candle on the desk becomes lit with a purplish-black flame, giving off a low amount of light to illuminate the small workspace. a small messy stack of papers along with a couple of books laid out before its surface with an empty coffee mug serving as a pen holder in one corner of it.
Nightmare's gaze settled onto the left side drawer for a moment before reaching out and pulling it open. Inside was a small silver made box, the corners having many dents and scratches across its surface from its long years of use. a small silver star served as a latch with a clip inline in the middle to help keep it shut.
Retrieving the box, he closes the drawer before setting the box in front of him on the desk. Contaplaiting if he wanted to open it or not. '. . . Fuck it ' and proceeds to fiddle with the silver star latch, pulling it free from the latch and lifting the small lid.
Nestled inside on a bed of white cloth was what looked to be a large-sized bluish-black marble. The surface has been finely polished except for a long, perfect sliver cut on one side, the sliver reaching almost halfway around its shape with an almost slit cat-eye appearance that was filled inside with a pale gold metal like paint.
Looking over the object, he could not help but give some appreciation for its craftsmanship before pulling it out to hold in the palm of his hand. The slit of the marble facing him as he rubbed his thumb over the smooth silk surface. There was a faint dim glow coming from its middle within moments.
"I believe you should be aware that one of my teammates had taken upon himself to go exploring the south wing tonight. Nothing had been touched no damaged yet he did almost trigger that trap of yours. I expect you already felt something off yourself where ever you are currently?"
The silence was a small comfort before a flicker of red and orange shimmered out in the air a little above his head. Glancing up, he was quick to catch the small floating paper with his free hand the paper still held some flickers of the flames on its corners. a brief amount of words were scrawled across the lines.
I am aware. Though you should have let the trap trigger, that would have been more amusing really.
Chuckling a bit at the response, setting the paper down beside the silver box.
"Amusing indeed, however I was not looking forward to the mess that would have come after. At some point the others will share an interest in the south wing as well, Killer is my most trusted however he does tend to share info to the rest of my team."
This time, it took a bit longer before another flaming note appeared. shaking the note a little to dispel the flames before looking it over.
Give me a month. By then I should be finished with my responsibilities long enough to return home for a while, I may even help out on the overload of paperwork you hate so much.
His grin widened, shoulders slouching as he sunk further into his chair, dropping the second note with the first.
"Paperwork is fucking evil, there is no end to it! Between working over details to my plans or having to go break up fights between my idiot teammates, the damn creator and my brother ruining said plans. Axe has been eating away all of our food within a week. Then there's Error who is half of the time ignoring my texts and calls and even bailing out during some of the fights with the fucking 'Star Sans'! Cross and XChara have been bickering almost none stop as well as have been starting fights WITH Error by stealing his chocolate. Dust has been having more panic attack episodes as of late, and Killer has been nothing but annoying me with calling me fucking SENPI just as Cross does!"
He was panting hard, blackened cheekbones having a slight flush of teal magic over them after his outburst. The marble being tightly clenched inside his fist. Closing his eye, he takes a moment to calm down his rage. Taking in a deep breath before opening it and looking back to the marble in his hand. Checking it for any cracks before letting out a sigh after finding none.
It took a while for him to calm, but once he was, another note fluttered down. Catching it, he looks over its lines read the response.
Are you done ranting like a child? I know you are one to bottle up your frustration but seriously, you need a hobby besides reading to let loose all that built-up tension and anger. And no, going to a random AU to cause terror, fear and mass murder does not count as a hobby.
Nightmare sputters a bit in spiked offense at being called a child, a hiss slipping between sharpened teeth as he growls down at the marble.
"I am no child! I am the fucking King of Nightmares and all things negative and am also over 500 years old! Yet you dare compare me to a child?!"
Another note soon follows after his words, landing on his face in retaliation.
Believe what you will Nightmare, not making your case any better. Go to sleep, I will send a messenger out to you if I end up finishing up sooner then a month. In the meantime, do try to not kill off your teammates.
Grumbling in malcontent to the note, he drops it with the others as well as tosses the marble back into its box, slamming the lib closed for good measure to get his point across that he was still pissed with the other.
"Asshole... "