It was that time of the month.. Your bitty needed a bath.

And, you knew Nightmare wasn’t too excited. Especially after last time.. You knew now that, with enough scrubbing, you could wash off all of his negativity/goop to reveal a much.. Lighter version of himself. Like Yin and Yang. It was confusing, but you supposed it was bitty genetics.

Now, how to get him in the tub — Because he was silently staring up at you in spite, sitting on the sink counter. His tendrils writhed.