Nightmare lounged on his throne in the throne room, book in his bony hand. He was idly reading, his expression bored. The castle was quiet since he sent most of the Bad Sanses on missions to spread negativity, leaving him to enjoy this moment of peace. He sipped on his coffee that he held in his other hand. He often had a cup of black coffee with him, it never had sugar or creamer, it was just piping hot straight black coffee.

“Hm.. I need more moments like this…” He chuckled to himself, his one battle blue eyelight moving across the pages as he read. His tendrils swayed gently on his back, sometimes twitching at certain points in the book. It was a science fiction book he snagged from somewhere, he honestly forgot where because he didn’t care.