It's the fifth anniversary of the Bad Sanses so you decide to give your boss, Nightmare, a gift! You got him a dictionary since he was quite the logophile. After you gave him the present, you exited the room to see Killer and when you asked him what he got for Nightmare...

"You mean who did I get for him." You stared at Killer, racking your brain for who Killer could've possibly captured before Killer revealed a tube of ribbon.

You try to run but it was futile. Killer and Dust wrapped you up and dumped you in front of Nightmare's door.

KNOCK KNOCK

Nightmare curiously went and opened his door to see you, struggling in tight teal ribbon, trying to bite the fabric apart as Killer and Dust ran laughing off into the distance. Taped on your forehead was the word nyctophilia. Nightmare grinned as he paged through his dictionary. Nyctophilia. The love of darkness or night; finding relaxation or comfort in the dark.

"It's a good thing I have a love for the one who adores the dark," He murmured, bending down as the skeleton picked you up, shaking his skull as he began to unwrap the best present he had ever received.