"Ahem."
Nightmare stood as still as he could the moment he heard the voice
"WHAT THE FU-"
"Shush. Question. Answer."
"WH-" He immediately shut up when he saw the pistol.
'WHY THE FUCK DOES HE HAVE A DESERT EAGLE?! WHY AM I SCARED?!'
He held up a photo.
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He felt slightly persuaded by the glorified hunting rifle for the sea pointed at his soul and looked at his tentacles.
His eyes slowly looked back at the person.
"I'm s-straight-"
The gun magically lifted itself into the air and onto one of the tentacles above his head.
"Huh?"
The person held another photo up.
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"Normally it's a 70, but right now I feel like a hundred."
As he contemplated about why he answered and why the fuck this was happening to him he shot the person in their heart and went on with his day.
Another photo floated past him
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"What?"
He didn't know why he felt so obligated to answer, but he came up with the best answer he could.
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The Psychotic Parasite
FanfictionSo, I've been seeing a lot of reincarnated as nightmare or nightmare's parasite but they were all good even if they didn't care about killing someone if it could save someone they care about more, so that got me thinking... What if a person with no...
