this probably has nothing to do with anything you've been thinking about, but Nightmare needs a goddamn bath. Who's the lucky one that gets to shove him into the suds?
I absolutely love this. I wasn’t going to write it, just reply with my thoughts, but nope. It was too great.
Nightmare letout a shriek of fury as he got shoved into big puddle of paint. Falling throughwas a bewildering sensation, and dizziness overtook him as he felt himself fallout again. Face distorting into a frightening grimace, he made a move to twistaround and make the one guilty of this regretit. Something hard, wooden, hit his back, not giving him the chance. Hestumbled over the edge of one of the bathtubs he had had installed after theEvil Sanses moved in. Water filled his entire field of sight, and he splutteredas he felt it surrounding him until he hit the bottom.
Goo immediatelystarted to colour the water black. He hissed viciously as he, gasping and spitting,managed to get his head over the surface. With a snarl, his tentacles shot upfrom the water. They drooped slightly, heavier than normal. The eternal streamof dripping goo had increased, mixed with bubbly, purple bath soap. Loud laughterbounced at the walls and mocked him.
When heturned around to threaten Ink – it was obvious who had done this, only onebeing travelled through paint and would have the guts to do such a thing – hisscowl deepend. Indeed, it was Ink who was standing in front of the tub. Thesoulless freak was leaning at his giant brush and laughing his ass off.
Ink stooddoubled, clutching his stomach with one hand and holding the brush with theother. As the Lord of Negativity hissed venomously, he didn’t even have mannersenough to look afraid or stop laughing.Instead he glanced at Nightmare, pausing for a short second before it doubled. AsNightmare’s tentacles shot out toward him, he easily sidestepped into a paintpuddle and appeared on the other side of the room. The laughter had mercifullystopped, but he was still grinning widely.
“Aw, c’mon my lord,” he chuckled, sweeping out withan arm and bowing lightly. “You’re really fricking dirty, you know. All thatmud-“ he gestured at all of Nightmare and the black substance covering him –“it’snot exactly nice to watch. You needed a bath.”
Without utteringa word, Nightmare spat out some of the soapy water and another tentacle shotout toward the Guardian. He growled, intent on making the other suffer. But likethe fucking anomaly the other was, he was too quick for his tentacles. Inksimply gave him a mocking salute, stepping into the same puddle as before.
“See ya,Nighty,” he called out and disappeared. Nightmare’s furious shrieks echoedthrough the bathroom. A guard poked in his face curiously, eyes widening at thesight he was met with. With an expression of pure terror on his face, he slammedthe door close.
“Hey, you!”Nightmare yelled, starting to step out of the tub. “Get the fuck back here!”
If hecouldn’t punish Ink, then he’d just have to take his anger out on someone else.
My thoughts on this was the most obvious choice was Dream, but that’d be kind of boring. Ink, on the other hand, would totally do this if he get the opportunity. He’s a freaking asshole. As well as a prankster, and he’d find this hilarious. So if he can teleport in and out of NM’s castle, then he’d take the chance as soon as it arose.
Also I absolutely adore this and thank you so much for sending me this ask. Dear stars is it a beautiful picture.
