Papa Nightmare? [Nightkiller] [English Version]

CHAP 46

(Drawing that I started last year and had forgotten :v)

Narrator:

*Knock* *knock*

''Killer, I'm here. Are you still sleeping?'' asked a hooded skeleton knocking on the door of the killer's room. 'Had he forgot that I was planning to come today?' he questioned himself 'I didn't even see the Boss when I passed by the living room, normally he would be awake at this time sitting on the couch having a cup of coffee while reading the Undernews newspaper' he rambled in his thoughts.

After spending a long time knocking and knocking on the door, with a sigh he gave up and decided to open the door, but great was his surprise when he found no one inside, even the bed showed no signs that it had been used by someone in some time.

''What the- Now where the hell did he go? I remember very well not having dreamed about the conversation we had on the phone yesterday... I can't be that bad in the head" Dust questioned and assured, clicking his tongue and putting his free hand in his jacket pocket to take out his phone and typed the number of the blessed killer who was supposed to be staying in his room in the nightmare castle.

In another place

*Ring* *ring* a phone was heard ringing.

''Ugh...where is it...'' he spoke in his sleep, annoyed as he took his hand out from under the covers and felt around on the surface of the nightstand next to the bed, trying to find without much success with his sockets still closed the damn phone that was ringing incessantly. After a few tortuous minutes he managed to grab what he was looking for ''...Hello?'' the killer answered with his sockets half open.

«Where are you?» the voice on the other end of the phone asked. Killer still hadn't fully woken up, having stayed up most of the night rambling about how to accomplish the mission Nightmare had given him in the proper way.

''Where... am I?'' the black-socket skeleton questioned himself and communicated, still not completely awake. In fact, he wanted to hang up the call at that moment, take the blanket that had already slid to his waist in the middle of siting down to answer, wrap himself from head to toe and return to his beautiful and sweet world of dreams that would receive him with a lot of love ''In...'' he spoke in a low voice, looking around lazily with his sockets still half open, trying to find the answer to the question asked by the hooded man ''A basement?... everything is very dark and cool... I want to go back to sleep'' he mentioned, closing his sockets again without being able to avoid nodding off with sleep and loosening the grip his hand had on the phone.

«What?!» the voice on the other side shouted, causing Killer to snap his sockets open and the cell phone to slip from his hand as if it were a simple stick of butter.

*BAM*

Being fully awake, the killer managed to catch his phone before it fell to the ground, but by making so many sudden movements he could not prevent his feet from getting tangled in the sheets and ending up with his feet on the bed, his chest and face stamped on the ground and his hands parked in the air having raised them instinctively to protect his precious phone.