!Discontinued!Blueberry nightmare's (And Old)

Lonely just as before

(3rd person pov)

Nightmare walked out of his room still in a slight sleepy haze. He checked the room's first cross's then horrors, dusts and lastly killers... empty, just as every day though he knew that he still checked the as if they might have come back, hoping they might come home or at the least visit him. They had all decided to turn good, he was fine with that but they were the closest thing he had to family that didn't think of him as evil. Just as before he was abandoned for what he believed he had no choice to be.Even before he was truly evil that's all others thought of him, what was it worth being good if that's all he was ever viewed as was evil? 

Nightmare sat at his large table, the sight of empty chairs just made it worse as well as the nerve racking silence. He had thought he would have adjusted after a month but he only missed them all with each passing day. Thinking about it made him sick, he decided to skip breakfast, again. He sat for hours trying to distract himself with a book but to no prevail.

"ill go destroy an AU maybe that'll cheer me up" he said solemnly he knew it wouldn't. He changed into different clothes though they were all dirty, cross normally did laundry he found it oddly entertaining. 

"Which one?" he questioned. he decided of a copy of swapfell. After teleporting into it he began to destroy with his tentacles, a tired expression clung to his face. He could feel the negativity radiating from his victims despite that he still felt weak. He wondered when the star bitches would show up and give him the same spiel before fighting him he wondered what would happen his he gave in and let them win, would they kill him? maybe force him out of villainy? or would they lock him in a cold empty cell until he's as close to death he can be? Chills descended down his spine the last thought scared him too much to do it.

"Brother!" Nightmare turned the stars had finally arrived