Papa Nightmare? [Nightkiller] [English Version]

CHAP 18

(I felt that this song expressed very well what Killer felt, I hope you enjoy it :D)

Killer's POV:

I feel terrible, even though I made the abortion decision myself, I still can't get over it.

I tried to go out and destroy universes again to vent with my companions after a long time and the only thing I could do was stay static.

Every time I tried to turn some monster into dust, my body would go into total paralysis.

It didn't matter how many times I tried, at the moment I stopped in front of a monster or human with the intent to kill, my mind played a trick on me and showed me a silhouette of a dark shadow repeating the same phrase:

Why did you kill me mom?

Every time I heard that last word my knees gave out and I end lying in the cold snow with tears running down my cheekbones.

After that I always woke up in my room lying on my bed.

When that happened I would curl up in the darkest corner of my room and wouldn't come out for several hours, until Nightmare forced the door open and carried me downstairs to eat.

It had already become a habit and I didn't even have the heart to reproach, becoming the daily routine of every day.

I'm pretty sure Science had broken the news about that I was recovered, but still, Nightmare always took me in for a checkup that was getting more and more frequent.

Three weeks later Dust, Horror and Nightmare had an argument that apparently was about me.

How I was already recovered Dust and Horror wanted to take care of me by themselves and claimed that it was no longer necessary for me to stay in the castle.

Nightmare got very angry but after so much arguing he had no choice but to accept on the condition that I stay for another 6 months.

Was something going to happen in 6 months? It was very strange really.

The castle had become my new home and the truth is that I will miss it when I leave, this is where my love began and this is where it must end.

Despite all the bad things that have happened, I can't be mad at anyone knowing that most of this was my fault.

The memory of my baby will always be in my soul and just remembering it sometimes makes me depressed.

I still can't believe that I have stroked my abdomen several times in the hope that it would still be there, growing to be born alive and healthy, don't you think it's pathetic? Thinking of someone who won't come back, even though you shout his name from the very top? Pathetic right?...

I thought so....

The feeling of sticking a knife into my soul to end my pain flashed through my mind, but...

What use would it be?

Doing so would give me back my little Crescent?

Could I go back in time if I do?

Or better yet...

Would my dream of having a family with the person I love come true?

I must stop having so many useless fantasies, in the end they are useless to me.

I once dreamed of seeing how happy my brother Papyrus was when he could see the sun of the surface with his own pupils

but that never happened

I dreamed of stopping the human once and for all and being happy still in the underground

but never happened

I imagined a future where Nightmare reciprocated my feelings

It was just a simple whim

I even thought I could see my baby's face smiling when he could meet me

Something that is now impossible

If dreaming was what made me lose everything I loved, I prefer not to feel again so as not to dream again.

My feelings are not necessary in a multiverse where no one will appreciate what I feel.

And so the 6 months passed quickly.

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So far today's chapter hoping you liked it.

Very short I know, right? :v.

Perhaps some must be intrigued as to what the end of this book will be like.

I have the ending fully planned so you don't have to worry about me leaving this book incomplete :v.

Even in the Spanish version it has not reached the final chapter despite the fact that it has been published for 42 chapters, so do not expect this to be a short book.

Thank you for reading, voting and commenting in this book, without your support I would not have come this far!

I want to remind you that English is not my first language and I use the translator to make this version of my original book that is on my profile in Spanish, if you have been interested in the book and know how to read Spanish feel free to check it out.

With nothing more to say

Bye~

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