Tw: pretty much everything from the last chapter but mainly blood, injury, and abuse. 

—Reaper's POV—

Dammit, I couldn't sleep again. If it wasn't my seemingly permanent insomnia, it was probably the endless screams echoing from upstairs. Yeah, Nightmare made me sleep on the couch out of frustration, but I still hear the noises from upstairs. 

I chuckled quietly to myself, I'd heard everything from the bet earlier, and Horror was probably clawing at his skull by now, itching to go in. Honestly, this'd be the perfect chance for me to intervene and be a bastard. I would scare those other cocky idiots into leaving that human alone, so I could play with them...or not, and just take a sedative or two. 

Favoring the former option, I sat up, swinging my legs over the side of the couch and hovered over to the landing, a hissing Nightmare already there. "Where the hell are you going?" He growled, tentacles raising threateningly. "Y'know I just wanted to check on what's going on upstairs." I said with a casual shrug, my eyes disagreeing with the carefree output. 

"Fine, be back in 10 minutes." He spat, then he teleported away, leaving me to my own company. I flew up the stairs, the unmistakable figure of Error going down them seeming not to notice me. I grinned widely as I poked the back of his neck, a mass of glitches and error symbols appearing around him as he tumbled down the last few steps. 

"W-WHAT THE F-F-FUCK!!" He yelled, flipping me off with both hands, a recognizable blue flush over his cheekbones. I simply blew him a kiss before continuing up the stairs, headed to the source of the yelps and screeches, genuinely curious as to what was going on behind this door. I pushed it open, all living things in there freezing as their attention snapped to me, 2 out of 3 scowling or making agitated expressions. (EDIT: I SHIP THEM I SHIP THEM I SHIP THEM I SHIP THEM I SHIP THEM I SHIP THEM I SHIP THEM I SHIP THEM I SHIP THEM ;-; the killing kind)  

"Ah— S-shit! Ehh... Hey Reaps?" Killer stammered, forcing a fake smile in a pitiful attempt to block my view of the human, which I obviously saw right through, advancing into the room and pushing him out of the way. "Hey! They're ours til 6 AM!!" Dust snapped, catching my soulless gaze and immediately backing down. "Dammit..." Killer complained, looking at the floor and putting away his knife. 

I looked at the human, they were a bloody mess, their own bodily fluids soaking the ropes they were wrapped in, cuts littered all across their body. Their legs, face, hands, feet, and neck were all covered in scars, tears still running from their inflamed eyes, their hair messed up, and their clothes tattered. There was even a small pile of bile in front of the chair, which I simply floated over, observing their trembling form. Their face also had red hand marks, which stuck out like sore thumbs on their face. 

The most surprising part was that they were still awake, usually a human would've fainted from pain or blood loss, but maybe they were strong... or someone used magic on them. I scanned around for any magic extending to them, and caught a blue aura snaking its way over from... Dust's hand. I gestured for him to stop it, and he immediately stopped, meanwhile, I got started on unwrapping these ropes. 

I got them out of the ropes, and they fell from the chair once released, landing face first in their own pile of bile. Their mid section was pressed with the rope, indents on their skin indicating their previous existence there, making me scowl. 

"Look, you were supposed to have them for 12 hours right?" I queried, receiving a befuddled gawk from Dust and a prompt nod from Killer. "Thanks, which means it's been six hours, right?" This time, Killer was counting on his fingers and Dust nodded.

"Ok I'll spilt our time in half. Toodles~." I chirped, then I picked up the human and teleported away. I reappeared in the bathroom, where I set the human down on the edge of the bathtub. I grabbed some wet wipes and came to clean them off, squatting down and gently wiping off their battered body. They gave a concordance of whimpers, and even tried to stop me from touching some wounds, weakly pushing away my hand. 

"You're okay now babe, Reaps came to the rescue." I joked, tossing another wipe into the trash. I went to their eyes, judging off the amount of crust, they hadn't been crying the whole time, and probably got a break every now and again, surprisingly enough. "I'm gonna clear your eyes now." I whispered, stroking the soft skin with the wipe, before pulling away completely to admire my job. 

They were cleared of most of the dried blood, anything I didn't see upon looking at them I wasn't going to go over, fearing they wouldn't want me going under their clothes. Some of the wounds were still bleeding, but I'd fix that in a second, imagining the next place to teleport to, before grabbing their hand and pulling them into my grasp, smirking at them and receiving no response, my smile faltering a bit. 

When we reappeared, we were expectedly in darkness, my eyes instantly adjusting, while the human intensely gripped my cloak, causing me to stumble, placing a protective arm around them to remind them I was there. After dealing with that, I glanced around, searching for the signature battle blue eye light I've known too long and too well. I finally spotted the creep hanging around in the corner, staring directly at me, sending a chill up my spine. 

"Heya Nighty, can you heal Horror's pet?" I asked quietly, coming over for him to examine the crumpled human in my arms. He scoffed at them, before slowly raising a hand over them, a dull green light shining as most of their smaller and medium wounds closed up, however the larger ones remained. Of course they scarred up and the process was probably sped up by a week or so, but they didn't disappear, making me slightly suspicious but I didn't question it. 

"You owe me you freeloading mofo." Nightmare growled, the tiniest amount of a teal blush over his slimy cheekbones. "I know whatcha' mean Nighty~." I purred, sending him a suggestive wink before he attacked and I had to teleport out with the human. 

I went to thier room, and and sat on her bed, cradling them in my arms. "Th-thanks Reaper..." They muttered, their likely heavy eyelids sliding over their cute eyes. Maybe I was growing slightly attached, I didn't care, this always happened, and I was always able to pull myself out of it. 

Eventually, my 'eyelids' felt heavy too, the long past sleeping human in my arms was giving off a good heat source, so maybe, just maybe... 

...I'll be able to sleep? 

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why am I like this

Thanks for reading, hope you enjoyed!

- De Moogus 

Weekends are the best.

(Edit: you know it's lowkey cringe when I put in all these puns and suggestive gestures that add no real depth to the story, but are still there? Like I have a whole other side to this book in my head highlighting what they do on missions, in their spare time, with each other, when alone, for celebration, etc both before and after the reader kinda just popped into existence, but I never write it because it's kinda irrelevant to the whole book?? It's just kinda funny now that it's all over and there's still so much I left out haha? Like can I even still be laughing? It seems so bad and terrible and disgusting with only minor details that are OK when I read this stuff as a now experienced writer? And things just don't add up when people tell me it's good like just??? I can't put it into words despite my enormous vocabulary. :/ huh.)