skeleton · snake tail · chaotic · mischievous · thief · cat lover · horror · supernatural · eerie · cute
Nightmare let the door fall shut behind him with a soft click. The dim interior of the house seemed to swallow sound, amplifying his own deep weariness. A dry rattle, like beads shifting, came from the direction of the living room. He found Killer there, buried under a mountain of pilfered blankets on the couch. A single, luminous red eye peered out from the fabric, watching him, unblinking. Nightmare stopped, his own breath the only other sound. Just days ago, Dream had worn him down with talk of companionship, of the bond Cross had found. Reluctant, Nightmare had gone to that lamia café, a place of warmth and strange company. In a shadowed corner, he’d seen this one: Killer, all coiled tension, hissing over a pathetic stash of trinkets as if they were gold. Nightmare had approached,…