Creep Cries Himself To Sleep At Night Thinking About It
Summing it up: Nightmare thinks messing with Creep is hilarious. Nightmare/Creep (Creepmare? ???) Thneedville High AU fic because writing in that AU is addictive. This is pre-Nightmare disappearing and Creep's whole storyline with Glut and yeah. It's dubcon/noncon I guesssss but it doesn't go very far so I'm not sure whether to call it mild or what.
Also yeah I pulled the title straight from this post because I am pure wit. If there's actually a legit tag/ship name for them though SOMEONE BETTER TELL ME because I couldn't find anything.
They're not exactly friends, but they aren't not friends either. Acquaintances makes it sound too casual, like the kind of people who pass one another in a hallway and nod while struggling to remember names. They know each other, they hang out, though if he's being honest Creep only hangs around Nightmare because One and Ink hang around Nightmare. It's been that way since camp, and it'll be that way until the group drifts apart or Nightmare murders him, whichever comes first. With every day the latter looks a little more likely. Creep isn't totally sure why he seems to be Nightmare's favorite target. Maybe it's because he's easy prey but he can't help that, Nightmare terrifies him and Creep never claimed to be brave. He must not be smart either though because he keeps rising to the bait. Nightmare plays a new game whenever he gets bored of his usual tricks and torments. The latest flavor takes the form of standing just a little too far inside Creep's personal space, which is saying something. When Creep steps away, and he inevitably does, Nightmare moves closer as casually as anything. This goes on until Creep is herded into a corner or crowded up against a wall and anyone else in the room is pointedly not looking their way. He's tried to protest, even worked up the nerve to say "Jussst fucking move!" a few times, but eventually out of desperation he discovers the rules of the game. If he says anything he's ignored, if he moves away he's followed. The only way to win is to resist moving away when the game starts, and the only way to get Nightmare to step away after he's trapped is to touch him. It doesn't have to be a shove or anything, which is good since Creep doesn't think he could handle that, just a gentle nudge or a tap and Nightmare will shuffle to a more comfortable distance with a grin on his face like he's just heard the funniest joke. Creep doesn't even realize he's being conditioned until a few weeks after the game starts. Ink left school early for one of his countless dentist appointments, and One didn't show to begin with, which isn't unusual for him. So it's just Creep and Nightmare walking home today and Creep hardly notices the proximity anymore, he isn't paying attention so he veers off course when Nightmare is close enough that their shoulders brush with each step. He's already moved, so it escalates, but he isn't even concerned this time. Nightmare gets him backed up against the side of some crummy old house that's had a For Sale sign out front for forever, and Creep rolls his eyes and pushes with only a little hesitance at the taller boy's shoulders. Nightmare doesn't budge. For a few seconds Creep is confused enough to push at him again, a bit harder. It's like pushing at a brick wall. Suddenly, Creep is very aware of how quiet the street is, how empty the house behind him is, how Nightmare is looming over him wearing the kind of smile you see on cartoon cats when they're about to eat cartoon birds. Except Creep's not a cartoon bird so he can't fly away at the last second or drop a conveniently placed appliance on Nightmare's head. Unfortunately. Trembling despite his best efforts, Creep scrambles to regain hold of a situation that actually now he thinks about it he never had a hold on in the first place. "Uh, kiiiinda hard to walk home like thissss." He says weakly, and his voice pitches up a little at the end embarrassingly. Right, yeah, because that's totally his biggest concern right now. He realizes his hands are still on Nightmare's shoulders. He takes them off quickly and holds them up in surrender or supplication, he isn't sure. Whichever gets him out of this alive and unmaimed. "This is too fucking much, you know?" Nightmare leans down to put his gaze on level with Creep's. This also brings him within maybe three or four inches of Creep's face and creates the brief but jarring illusion that nothing exists except those impossibly red eyes. Creep is, as always, wearing his practically trademark sunglasses and he's still struck by the intensity of the color. Eyes aren't supposed to even be that color. "I don't even have to do anything to you and you're practically pissing yourself." "I aaam noooot!" Creep's face scrunches into a scowl, the indignation enough to break the unsettling spell. He darts a glance side to side, trying to gauge his chances of making a run for it. Probably he should've tried to be more subtle, because Nightmare notices and braces his hands on the wall to either side of Creep, effectively caging him in. Maybe if he tried to duck under... "Real convincing." Nightmare is still getting closer and there isn't a whole lot of closer to get. Creep shrinks back against the side of the house, but there's nowhere left to retreat. The soft jangle of the various chains on Nightmare's clothing is oddly ominous as they catch against Creep's jeans and hoodie. He smells like cigarettes and rust, so not that different from One... "I can feel your heartbeat. Like a little rabbit's." Personally he thinks it's more like a jackhammer but Creep isn't going to argue the point. "H-haha, very funny. Okaayyy, you wiiiin." He isn't even fooling himself, but he's pretty short on options here. "Can we go now? P-pleassse..." "But I'm having fun," Nightmare replies mildly, "Aren't you? Aren't we... friends?" One of Nightmare's legs slides between Creep's, drawing out an involuntary gasp. "No!" He's pinned against the wall and pressed snugly against Nightmare's thigh and as scared as he is right now, he knows with a horrified certainty that if this doesn't end in the next few seconds he's going to get hard. There is absolutely no one he can currently think of that he wants less to be alone and aroused with. "We're not? Creep. I'm wounded." Nightmare puts emphasis on wounded, just the right amount of sarcasm plus a slight shift of his leg that rubs Creep in all the worst best ways and makes him whimper. "Pleeassssse," Creep hisses desperately, he wants to escape, to go home, and he also is starting to really want to get off- but not with Nightmare, he reminds himself, because that is a really truly terrible idea the absolute most terrible idea and he hates him so much in this moment that it almost burns through the fear. Almost. "You're not playing the game right," Nightmare tells him with a mocking lilt to his tone that doesn't make it any less scary. What does that even- game, shit, right. But this isn't a game anymore... is it? If it is, the rules changed and Creep was not informed and he has no idea what to do. Nightmare moves his leg again and Creep makes a strangled sound and tries, dizzily, to think past the anger and fear and body heat and the spikes of pleasure his traitorous body is feeling. Panic bubbles up in his chest and he stares wide-eyed and helpless into Nightmare's red red red eyes and sees amusement and triumph and- he gets it. The game hasn't changed, it's just moved to the next level, and so have the rules. Hoping really, really hard that he's guessed right and isn't about to make the biggest mistake of his life, Creep squeezes his eyes shut and digs his nails into the wall behind him for courage and takes the leap. He kisses Nightmare, fiercely because that's the only way he can keep from chickening out, and counts milliseconds in his head. He doesn't have to, the reaction is almost instantaneous. Nightmare takes several quick steps back and returning to the cartoon cat analogy he's now wearing the grin of one just given a bowl of cream. "Not as dumb as you look after all." Nightmare jams his hands in his pockets and sets off down the street again without so much as a backward glance. Creep spends a few more minutes that feel like hours leaning against the house with a bad case of the shakes and a boner he doesn't want or know what to do with. When he's finally able to start walking home again he stares at the ground and keeps his arms crossed over his chest where his heart is still doing a pretty good jackhammer impression against his ribs. He tries not to think about what might happen the next time Nightmare wants to play that game.
