Being a bitty, you are demanding of attention. Attention which an exhausted and irritated Nightmare who just wanted to work, wouldn’t give.

“Nightmare.”

You whined, tugging at his skull.

His only response was a grunt before he picked you up and moved you to the side. As you pout you glanced at his coffee mug, and did what any sane bitty would do, and pushed it onto the ground and caused it to shatter.

Nightmare’s teal eye light flicked up and looked at you.

“That was rude.”