The Killers' Nightmare (A Female Creepypastas X Male Reader story)

Chapter 68 | Dishonourable mention

"The hell?" I mumbled, running a hand under my bandages and feeling the injury now fully healed.
"StuPid basTaRd..." Nightmare groaned, looking up at me with scorn. "HoW'd yoU fInD oUt aboUt hEr?" He asked through ragged breaths, looking over at Zalga as he spoke. "AnD siNcE wHeN couLd YoU cOmE iN heRe?" He asked. I looked at him blankly for a moment, confused as to what he was saying. As he slowly rose to his feet, he let out a grunt of pain before slowly letting go of his still bleeding stomach.
"Wha-" I began, taking a step forward. He appeared before me immediately, once again gripping onto the bars tight and leaving them slightly dented.
"ExPlAin" he ordered calmly. I was lost for words to say the least, and in noticing this Zalga spoke up for me.
"You've lost your memory, haven't you?" She asked, remaining behind me. "You don't remember what transpired. Not a thing?" She added, only to receive a scoff from Nightmare.
"And in turn, the link was severed..." I mumbled.
"Which explains why you struggled to keep the voice up" Zalga noted.

"VoiCe?" Nightmare asked, turning back to me.
"Yeah. This one" I responded, attempting to hold it as best as I could. He stared at me blankly for a few moment, before bursting out in a fit of laughter.
"THAT'S wHat yOu meaNt!?" He exclaimed, holding his stomach as he cackled hysterically. "oH tHaT iS juSt adOrAblE!" He added, slowly composing himself.
"Well imitation is the strongest form of flattery" I commented, hoping to keep his upbeat mood going.
"You got that rig-" Zalga began, only to be cut off by Nightmare slamming his head into the bar in front of him. He quickly stumbled back and clutched his forehead in pain, and I did the same. "The fuck!?" Zalga exclaimed, watching on in confusion.

I felt warm blood soak into my forehead bandages, and I looked on and saw Nightmare cackling to himself once again. "I guEsS yOu aRe mY hoSt!" He exclaimed, his tone fully of psychotic excitement. He quickly reared his fist back and punched himself across the face, causing both of us to stumble to the side. This made me almost slip off of the platform, but luckily Zalga caught me and pulled me back to the centre. She kept a firm grip on my shoulders to prevent me from stumbling away, something that certainly became life saving when Nightmare repeatedly punched himself across the jaw. I felt each of the blows land, and as my nose began to trickle with blood I noticed that my opponent was woefully unaffected by his own barrage.

"ThIs iS fUn!" He exclaimed as I was left a panting mess. "I gUeSs thE cOntrAcT hAd sOmE woRk arOuNdS!" He added gleefully.
"Yeah *pant pant* guess so..." I huffed, wiping the blood from my nose and spitting some out onto the floor. 'If he kills me with this, then he might gain full control...' I thought, now being reminded of his original plan.
"WaNna kNoW soMeThiNg cooL?" He asked, extending his right arm out. I watched as he tucked his thumb into his palm and kept his extended fingers together, effectively turning his hand into a spear. My eyes widened in horror as the memory of my father's blood soaked hand flashed through my mind, Nightmare's hand position matching his almost identically. "I cAn suRviVe wiThoUt a hEarT..." he began, bending his arm in and aiming for his chest. "CaN yOu saY tHE sAmE?" He asked, making my heart pound in fear. "LeT's fiNd oUt!" He exclaimed, rearing his arm back a little further.

In a panic, I quickly jumped into action. I bent my wrist so my right hand was at a 90° angle and, after wriggling out of Zalga's grip, I slammed my wrist into the ground at full force. A loud *CRUNCH* echoed out as my wrist presumably snapped, and following up immediately I felt a stabbing pain drive through my shoulder. "FUCK!" Nightmare roared in pain, dropping to his knees. I looked up to see that the bone of his wrist actually broke through the skin, and his aim was thrown so off course that he drove it through his shoulder. Knowing I had the chance to turn the tables, I turned back to Zalga and grabbed her hand.
"What're you doing!?" She asked as I balled her hand into a fist.
"Exploiting a weakness!" I exclaimed valiantly, hoping some false bravado would help steel my resolve. I grabbed Zalga by the wrist and, with as much force as I could muster, I drove her sharp knuckles into my stomach. A large squelch could be heard from where Nightmare was, and after looking over my shoulder I saw that his stomach wound was bleeding slightly more than before.