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(official-chocolate-addict) •• are you salty again
Salty? Me? Never
“You are are acting as such.”
He put his hands on his hips, having to, of course, deal with his,, ‘boss’. Did he really have to go over this /again/? He sighed loudly and rolled his eyes.
“Am I? That sounds oddly opinionated, I’d say I’m acting usual.”
Nightmare’s gaze was lidded, quite lazy too, as if he were taking a break from his usual uptight self to just relax for the moment.
“You’re acting like a child today, what’s with the copious amounts of sass rolling off of you?”
“Well how about that time earlier you yelled at me earlier about stuffing a taco in the toaster.”
He rolled his eyes, what was /his/ problem? He was being perfectly normal and fine, and that almost upset cross, wasn’t he supposed to be the angry little shit that nobody could tolerate.
“I’m aware of that, yes. You are aware those are only for toaster waffles and toast, and perhaps the occasional poptart?”
That is true, Nightmare was 99.9% intolerable, but today he honestly couldn’t care less today. A nice break, one he thought was well deserved since he was working so hard.
He gave a sarcastic wave of a hand.
“I am free to put tacos in the toaster, killer did it once and he’s perfectly fine.”
He rolled his eyes, he was not used to such a reasoning nightmare. It was almost uncalled for, or something. He was starting to physically get frustrated.
“I wasn’t aware Killer did the same. Granted I’d prefer putting the microwave to use, it’s definitely much easier.”
Ah, yes, there it is, the frustration. Nightmare would gladly feed off an easy meal. Granted, he was confused why Cross would feel this was, he hasn’t done much.
“You’re frustrated. Why?”
“Because you are acting chill, and relaxed. I don’t feel comfortable you like this.”
He let his hands fall as he stared at him, really. Did he not notice he was being so ooc. This wasn’t him.
"Damn, almost like you're asking to be bossed around and forced to do things that really serve no purpose other than getting me a snack. I can feel content with my work every now and then."
Nightmare squinted, but shrugged. It wasn't his problem if Cross felt uneasy, all the better really.
(official-chocolate-addict) •• are you salty again
Salty? Me? Never
“You are are acting as such.”
He put his hands on his hips, having to, of course, deal with his,, ‘boss’. Did he really have to go over this /again/? He sighed loudly and rolled his eyes.
“Am I? That sounds oddly opinionated, I’d say I’m acting usual.”
Nightmare’s gaze was lidded, quite lazy too, as if he were taking a break from his usual uptight self to just relax for the moment.
“You’re acting like a child today, what’s with the copious amounts of sass rolling off of you?”
“Well how about that time earlier you yelled at me earlier about stuffing a taco in the toaster.”
He rolled his eyes, what was /his/ problem? He was being perfectly normal and fine, and that almost upset cross, wasn’t he supposed to be the angry little shit that nobody could tolerate.
“I’m aware of that, yes. You are aware those are only for toaster waffles and toast, and perhaps the occasional poptart?”
That is true, Nightmare was 99.9% intolerable, but today he honestly couldn’t care less today. A nice break, one he thought was well deserved since he was working so hard.
He gave a sarcastic wave of a hand.
“I am free to put tacos in the toaster, killer did it once and he’s perfectly fine.”
He rolled his eyes, he was not used to such a reasoning nightmare. It was almost uncalled for, or something. He was starting to physically get frustrated.
"I wasn't aware Killer did the same. Granted I'd prefer putting the microwave to use, it's definitely much easier."
Ah, yes, there it is, the frustration. Nightmare would gladly feed off an easy meal. Granted, he was confused why Cross would feel this was, he hasn't done much.
"You're frustrated. Why?"
(official-chocolate-addict) •• are you salty again
Salty? Me? Never
“You are are acting as such.”
He put his hands on his hips, having to, of course, deal with his,, ‘boss’. Did he really have to go over this /again/? He sighed loudly and rolled his eyes.
“Am I? That sounds oddly opinionated, I’d say I’m acting usual.”
Nightmare’s gaze was lidded, quite lazy too, as if he were taking a break from his usual uptight self to just relax for the moment.
“You’re acting like a child today, what’s with the copious amounts of sass rolling off of you?”
“Well how about that time earlier you yelled at me earlier about stuffing a taco in the toaster.”
He rolled his eyes, what was /his/ problem? He was being perfectly normal and fine, and that almost upset cross, wasn’t he supposed to be the angry little shit that nobody could tolerate.
"I'm aware of that, yes. You are aware those are only for toaster waffles and toast, and perhaps the occasional poptart?"
That is true, Nightmare was 99.9% intolerable, but today he honestly couldn't care less today. A nice break, one he thought was well deserved since he was working so hard.
(official-chocolate-addict) •• are you salty again
Salty? Me? Never
“You are are acting as such.”
He put his hands on his hips, having to, of course, deal with his,, ‘boss’. Did he really have to go over this /again/? He sighed loudly and rolled his eyes.
"Am I? That sounds oddly opinionated, I'd say I'm acting usual."
Nightmare's gaze was lidded, quite lazy too, as if he were taking a break from his usual uptight self to just relax for the moment.
"You're acting like a child today, what's with the copious amounts of sass rolling off of you?"
what if nightmare had suction cups on his tentacles
S U C C
(official-chocolate-addict) •• are you salty again
Salty? Me? Never
IT'S ME LEG- IT'S ME
IT'S YOU????JACKAL????
depresticle boi
WHY ARE Y'ALL LIKE THIS
testicle boi
Y'ALL ZBSJDKD
hot hentai tenticle boi
I’m crying pls
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YOU'RE TERRORIZING ME
The small child didn't quite know where they ended up, they looked around confused but they also seemed to be holding a flower crown, it was made with blue echo flowers and red leaves and seemed to hum a soft melody in the small child voice. "Hello?" they would call out, hoping that someone nearby might hear them.
Sadly, their answer would not be called by a fairytale prince or a kind old soul, though it was strange for a child to show near the slimy monster. In the middle of an interrogation, too, it seemed. Nightmare frowned, his captive about to yell out to the small child before a tentacle dusted them before another word. The conversation held no more fruitful advice, it seemed. He came closer to where the hello had sounded, tendrils sliding back into his form while he approached, a smile on his face. “Greetings, small one. You appear lost, this is no place for children, you know.”
The small child had herd some shuffling not too far away, it seemed that they could since more than one person…and then there was only one, the kindness soul stood at the ready, so they could guard Frisk without showing themself just yet. Frisk on the other hand turned to the figure and put on a smile, holding out the flower crown.
“This is for you, its something I do when I go to other timeliness, like a kind of greeting.”
To them, they had no idea who this was, they had no place to judge the other, they were a passive force that was simply…if childishly…unafraid.
Nightmare cocked an eyebrow high, goop trailing down his body while he took the crown into his hand. It reminded him vaguely of his circlet, a thin line forming where his mouth was before a tendril snatched the flower gift and twirled it without a care.
"I see, something happened here. You're far too kind to be here, no no, you were meant for my brother. Not a negative thought on you, not even afraid. Rather... naive."
He approached, looking at the crown with a single lidded eye, before crushing it. "I am not a man of mercy, child, nor of kindness. You surely should have noticed, yes?"
bAB YOU DON'T SUCK I USE MOBILE TOO AND YEAH THAT SUCKS BUT HECK BOI I LOVE IT
Gxbzkend blessI also blame the time of day it's fricken night lemme die
hot hentai tenticle boi
I'm crying pls
C4 Nightmare, requested by @anaban44 ~
The small child didn't quite know where they ended up, they looked around confused but they also seemed to be holding a flower crown, it was made with blue echo flowers and red leaves and seemed to hum a soft melody in the small child voice. "Hello?" they would call out, hoping that someone nearby might hear them.
Sadly, their answer would not be called by a fairytale prince or a kind old soul, though it was strange for a child to show near the slimy monster. In the middle of an interrogation, too, it seemed. Nightmare frowned, his captive about to yell out to the small child before a tentacle dusted them before another word. The conversation held no more fruitful advice, it seemed. He came closer to where the hello had sounded, tendrils sliding back into his form while he approached, a smile on his face. "Greetings, small one. You appear lost, this is no place for children, you know."
I snorted at that,, oops- but nah, I'm just a little account that stalks a lot. If anything, I deceive people to make them think I'm cool so I'll feel like I belong :''
Awww <3That's okay friend, I used to act like that a little, but you're definitely a cool dude