Random Writings and Drabbles ((Complete and Incomplete))

Drabbles & Unfinished Stuff .*Nightmare x Oc*.

So just a quick lil A/N but the song holds no real importance. It just relates to the characters I decided to use.  Honestly it's up to you to play it but honestly, I really recommend it! Well onward to the stuff.

Honestly, I might be lying, k? K

Sociopaths 

"Hey, Nighty!" A quite chipper voice sung out from behind Nightmare. 

Oh god know, I swear I'm going to-  Even his own thoughts were cut off by his... acquaintance of sorts. At this point, the skeleton only wished it was Cross instead, hell even Dream might be better. Yes, that positive thing he called a brother was better than the likely psychopath Lekon he had to deal with now.

"Didn't I tell you to fuck off or else- " Once again he was cut off, this time it was fucking verbally. Not even a thought. This added to the annoyance he felt, the irritating itch to just rip her heart out and crush it. Or maybe slowly pull her soul apart slowly, painfully. 

"Just listen! I found something new out. We're both Sociopaths. Quite interesting, then again that's only if you go by general and common definitions. " She skipped in front of the slightly shorter of the pair, hands behind her back with fingers laced together. A super vulnerable state. 

He gave her a look as if saying, 'go on you moron' which prompts her to do that. "A sociopath is well basically a psychopath, except unlike psychopaths trauma and past... misfortune cause it instead of being born like that. Though unlike Sociopaths we exhibit more psychopathic tendencies according to a few documents I read through. " She laughs, one hand coming up and tapping the skeletons head. A small bit of the black goo coating Nightmare remaining on her finger. "But neither of started out like this, guess that's another reason we should work so well. Then again two people with Anti-social personality don't really work well together. Since they distance themselves from others" Her voice suddenly got a bit lower, no longer the chipper annoying one he was so familiar with. It was a change he liked. "show very little care or regard for anyone, mostly barely feel regret or remorse if even at all, but what really makes them stand out from others is how they can so easily fake those emotions they cannot feel. Just like you and me. There are some other symptoms as well but doubt you want to be bothered with such trivial things. " Looking up he barely caught that emotionless face that one would think belonged to a corpse. It sent delightful shivers through his bones. In a single instant after he looked up through that chipper naive aura was back, warm smile and soft inviting eyes returning. It was almost creepy. 

"Cool I guess, what was the point in telling me all this useless crap? " He asks bluntly, not like he was known for sugarcoating. 

"Just wanted to give you another reason... maybe you'll remember one-day Nightmare. " Her chipper voice held an undertone if sorrow, fully addressing the negative puddle that no longer resembled a skeleton. That wasn't what he noticed though, it was the fact she called him by his full 'name'. Not Nighty, Night, Nig, Mare, Mar, not any of that bullshit he hated besides maybe NIght or Mare. Which she barely used. 

"Nightmare? What the hell has gotten into you, Locken? " The name felt foreign on his tongue, normally he only addressed her as 'Brat', or 'Bitch', on good days 'that girl'. Never her name though, never Locken. (pronounced Low-kin) Yet as he spoke the name it gave him a sense of belonging, something he hadn't felt since... well let's just say a long time ago.

Sighing her hands resumed the vulnerable childish position from before. "A lot of things as of late, a great many of things. Shouldn't you enjoy this though? I can feel you feeding off of the negativity I'm always producing, so shouldn't you be encouraging this with spiteful comments? " It was a good attempt to change the subject. 

Now though as they spoke Nightmare had something to wonder. Two things in fact. Why he was concerned with this and why he even cared in the first place. After all, she did have a point. 

"Well bye Nighty, see ya later if I'm still alive. " With that, she ran out, he swore he heard an 'I love you still' though. 

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Later that night he found himself unable to sleep, wondering the mansion of sorts the 'evil Sans' resided in. He was unable to forget that stupid conversation, just what did she mean? Why did saying that name, Loken, bring him that... that feeling. Why did he care about her at all? Why did Nightmare almost feel like he wanted her to be happy, to have hope in everything? Not be miserable. 

It was questions like this that left him as the frustrated mess that was pacing around the halls, in places he never went in. Then the sound of a violin made it's way to his metaphorical ears. 

"What the hell? " He muttered to himself, knowing full well no one that lived here could play the violin, at least not like that. The few of the set who took up music only did so recently and frankly were terrible at it. Nails on a chalkboard sounded better.  Now intrigued he made his way to the secluded room quickly. As the harmony hanging in the air grew louder emotions contained within became prominent. Bitterness, sorrow, frustration, anger, resignation, a possible hint of jealousy, but what stuck out the most was the fear trying to stay masked behind it.  

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