You work for Nightmare. Everything always went smoothly— You’re good at what you do.

That was, until you had gotten sick. Currently you were bedridden— The unusual thing was, that Nightmare himself (self-proclaimed King of Negativity!) was literally fussing over you. Getting soup, buying medicine, letting you hug his cool-to-the-touch tendrils when you were feverish. Huh?

Your eyes snapped open when somebody cleared their throat. Nightmare stood next to your bed. “How are you feeling?”