So over on discord it was discussed that Nm would be really fckn good at healing people - like, he’s a prodigy at it [because he was abused by the villagers and needed a way to recover from that but shh this angst doesn’t exist bc Axi will act all smug otherwise]. ANYWAY, now that I’ve definitely not written any angst, on with the story!
EDIT: Uh. I promise this wasn’t meant to be angsty. Here was the original idea:
Using the Nm can heal ppl w/ Bad Sans Poly and they discover this
Nm is only rlly soft w/ them when they’re injured, and so
They have “training sessions” where the aim is to beat the other up to the point Nm must heal them
Nm is totally on to them but he can’t do anything about it
Though if they would stop almost fucking murdering each other to get his attention, it would be really nice.
That’s, uh, not quite how it turned out.
Sorry Fae I angsted the Bad Sans Poly.
Nightmare glared at Cross, who was sprawled on the ground, his blood-soaked shirt lying to the side while Nightmare healed him.
“I’m sorry?” Cross tried, grunting when Nightmare put more pressure on the wound than was strictly necessary to heal it. The King of Nightmares only intensified his glare, managing to somehow be scary, even in his passive form, his normally violet-cyan pupils now a gentler green.
“You,” he started, once Cross’ wounds were sufficiently healed. “Are an idiot, and you need to take care of your self.”
Cross grinned apologetically, rubbing the back of his head. “Horror didn’t mean to be so enthusiastic about having a new axe… Probably.”
“Uh, yeah, sorry Cross,” Horror called out, entering the room, tailed by Dust, Error and Killer, and walking towards where Nightmare and Cross were kneeling and sitting respectively.
“And you.” Nightmare turned to point accusingly at the four, making Dust actually take a step back in slight fear. “Stop beating each other up. All of you. I know what you’re doing, if you wanted my attention that much you could’ve just asked! You don’t need me to heal you to spend time with me! And you especially shouldn’t be hurting each other to the point that I need to teleport over here every time to make sure you don’t die!” Nightmare shouted, annoyance, anger, desperation, guilt, sadness - all these emotions radiating from him. “I’m sorry I don’t spend enough time with you all, I am, but please, don’t do- don’t hurt yourselves like this.” He sounded defeated, guilty, as if he’d done something wrong. There were tears glinting in the corners of his eyes.
The five looked at each other, and Killer initiated a hug, wrapping his arms around Nightmare tightly. “We’re sorry,” he whispered, as the others joined in, even Error, who was usually do adverse to touch. “We didn’t mean to worry you like that, we didn’t think you’d be so… sad about it.”
“I find out that I’ve been neglecting you to the point you intentionally put yourselves in pain to get me to pay attention to you all, forgive me if I’m upset,” Nightmare said, tears starting to fall down his face, hidden by Killer’s jacket.
“Night you weren’t neglecting us, shh, we’re sorry. We were idiots, we won’t do it again,” Cross comforted, rubbing Nightmare’s back.
Everyone was feeling guilty, negativity collecting.
Face still hidden, Nightmare dropped the act to grin, revelling in the energy empowering him.
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