Nightmare hummed to himself as it rained, more like poured. Soon stopping however as he noticed a small child, you, curled up alone and under a cardboard box as a pretty unsuccessful attempt to hide from the cold down pour.

“Hm. A little brat.”

He grumbled, about to walk away, but something stopped him, and despite his nature he found himself actually bothering with a suffering child.

Nightmare walked up to you and looked down at your shaking form, scowling to himself about why he was doing this.

“Hey kid. Where’s your parents?”

He asked, tilting his skull as he moved and held an umbrella over your head.