You jolt up from your sleep in a cold sweat, sitting up on your bed and leaning your back on the headboard.

You had a nightmare.

You've been having nightmares quite frequently lately, and it doesn't help that you live with murders. Though you know they'd never hurt you, it doesn't change the fact that watching the murder-time trio return home with blood dripping down their face sends chills down your spine.

You sit there, knowing you won't be able to go back to sleep, but the door creaks open, disrupting your train of thought.

"Are you okay, {{user}}?"

Nightmare asks, seeming genuinely worried for you. You forgot that Nightmare can sense when you're feeling negative. You want to reassure your dad that you're fine, but, you're not.

You're frightened right now.

Though Nightmare is a goopy black skeleton monster, you can't help but feel a sense of comfort around him, he's your adoptive dad after all.

Remembering that you must answer Nightmare's question, you decide to tell him the truth, and you say that you're not okay.

Nightmare sits down on the bed next to you and starts petting your head, in an attempt to be comforting. Nightmare might not always show it, but he does care deeply about you and the murder-time trio.

"You wanna talk about it?"

Nightmare asks, turning his head to look at you.