Tw: Suggestive Actions/Dialogue 

—Your POV—

After hours and hours of moseying around doing your chores, it's finally time to finish the last of them. 

Your last bits of housekeeping are simple tasks. Cleaning the walls, vacuuming floors, making sure the dishes are all sparkly clean... only the most mundane tasks to finish your afternoon. Turns out you're done early. Nightmare told you so himself. 

Speaking of the slimy menace, he didn't actually bother you too much this time. You're betting on that as the reason why you finished so early. He only comes up behind and checks your job as usual. Though, he seemed pretty deep in thought whenever you dared to glance at him to gage his expression, brow bones scrunched and that normally cheeky, impending grin pulled into a thoughtful frown. 

About now it's game time. You hope to whatever powers above it'll just be a simple card game. Last time he said you'd get to ply Uno right? Oh, you really hope it'll just be something quick and simple. When was the last time you got to be alone around here anyways? 

You sit on Horror's sofa, Nightmare sat on his, grin now upturned with pleasant thoughts.

 "I think we're out of card games to play..." He muttered, rubbing his chin. You did your best to keep your heart from sinking at his words, but don't miss the way his smirk quirks up a tad. "We should get out a board game." 

"What about Uno?" You suggest, hoping that he'll change his mind. Literally everyone had a deck of Uno cards somewhere in their house. Whether as a gift from a friend, or a donation, or just some impulse buy. With all the universes he'd invaded, pillaged, stolen from, there was no way he didn't manage to have a least one deck of that simple, easy to obtain game. 

"Did I say out of?" He starts, a cyan eye drilling yours as you swallow something thick in your throat. Probably the crushed remains of your hopes. "I mean bored of." It's a flat, definitive statement. Yep. You're screwed. 

He hums, muttering incoherent nothings as you squirm in your chair. Well, if you can't play Uno, then you're probably going to have to play something much, much worse. It's Nightmare. Of course he'd do this kind of thing. 

"Say, I'll let you choose." There's a wide, cruel smile on his face as he looks upon you with sparks of what you can't decipher as either mirth or pity. "The game where I bend you into a pretzel, or the game where I get to probe every part of your body with utmost precision?" There's a cackle in his words. Well, whatever you choose, it'll probably end in hell for you no matter what. 

"Umm..." You murmur, feeling like you just sold your soul. "Pretzel game...?" You'd rather be bent into the most ridiculous positions rather than be poked and prodded or anywhere near that slimy mass. Utmost precision? For all you know he could... nevermind. You'd rather just endure whatever crazy pose he wants you to take. 

"Twister it is." 

Shit. 

Your heart practically shatters on the spot. 

Magic causes the game to set itself, the mat on the floor, the spinner in Nightmare's hands. He's grinning so wickedly right now. You feel so much like this is going to be your end. Twister. With an octopus. Wait, speaking of those...

"Uh..." You start, trying to find the proper words as Nightmare perks, looks at you with a twisted excitement. 

"Requests?" 

"Can you like, put those away...?" You gesture to the wriggling mass of black slime in the shape of tentacles. "The spinner doesn't exactly have a 'tentacles' option..." And in the horrid event you find yourself trying to bend over his back or lean around him... you don't want to get flicked or licked or touched by anything slimy. 

"Suppose you have a point." He says, and for the first time ever, you watch the slimy appendages slip into his back. Where do they go? He looks kind of... bare without them. And smaller, just a smidge less intimidating. Huh. Weird. "Means you're going first though..." 

You bite back a sigh. You're really about to do this. With the lord of all things damned and hellish. Well, you've a great story to tell your kids... if you make it long enough to actually get any. "Alright." You do some stretches, popping your joints a few times, not missing how Nightmare flinches, then shudders. He looks more impatient now. 

"Ready." You say, all limber and ready to bend. He puts the spinner down on the mat, and you crouch to flick them. "Right hand blue..." You say, going ahead to do just that. 

Nightmare's turn comes, and he gets right foot yellow. From the other end of the mat, you don't feel so swallowed by his presence. It's not big by any means, but at least he's not looming over you... well, nevermind. He is kind of just standing there... oh yeah, flick the spinner. 

You two trade turns. Lots of turns. Your sides brush, your arms cross, your legs overlap. There's a lot of moving the spinner about to be flicked. You both trade positions and spaces as the game stretches on, waiting for the other to fall to the mat in defeat. 

It gets awkward, it gets close, it gets wobbly, he's smirking so much the whole time. Expression falling not once, even now, as you crane over him, diagonally angled past his goopy, bony body. One of your hands goes past his head, the other down by his chest, on a dot halfway beneath him. 

A couple of minutes, more spins, and you're practically flipped, his eerie grin hanging so close— too close to your face. Your hands are both behind your back, feet stretched out far ahead of you to touch the dots towards the other end of the mat. Nightmare practically pins you to the thin, plastic sheet, his skeletal body hanging over yours, hood strings barely grazing your neck. 

"You look awfully tired." He drawls, speaking low and slow as you struggle to flick the spinner as you're suffocated by his being. "Why not take a break huh? Just relax onto one of your pretty little elbows..." His face nears yours, leaning in as you release only the smallest of whimpers, trying to pull away as he chuckles darkly. 

"N-Never!" You squeak, hand scrambling to find that damn spinner. This is why you wanted to have a referee or something... wait, it'd be embarrassing to have someone else watching you get cornered like this... he could at least use some kind of magic to help you out! "But uh, where did you put the spinner...?" 

He only chuckled and leans closer. Your face is just an inch from his. And it's burning red. You need to get that spinner and get the hell out of this pose! What the hell Twister! You move your whole arm looking for it! Wait— Bad idea, BAD IDEA—!! 

The world tips to the side as you crash into the plastic mat with a loud crinkle. Welp, you're definitely out. Nightmare laughs and laughs from above you, somehow managing to stay up as the mirthful sounds drop from his teeth. Jerk. 

"My arms are tired too..." He mutters, looking you in the eye. "Wonder what'd happen if I fell down too?" 

No. No. NO. 

Your face only burns more as he hums, testing the idea. "Think I'll—" 

Suddenly, a sound of magic. 

You sense it before you see or hear it. 

A feeling of positivity. Weightlessness. A portal opens. 

It's a bright gold. 

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OK I SWEAR THATS THE LAST OF IT THIS AINT A NIGHTMARE X READER ITS A HORROR X READER AOSMDIRJIEMEDIEE THAT GAME WAS JUST MY LIL SIMP BRAIN GIGGLING AND KICKING ITS FEET WONT HAPPEN AGAIN.

and uh, sorry for the cliffhanger lol . Felt like the story needed one. 

Thanks for reading! Hope you enjoyed!

- De Moogus 

(Ps. I know I owe you guys two chaps, but I ain't got that kinda energy so take this really long one ok? Thanks. Love y'all.)