Nightmare let out a small exhale, before turning the doorknob to your room and opening it. He didn’t know when, or why he cared for you so much. He looked at you like you were his own, his kin, his child.

“Hey, Bud..” Nightmare mumbled, sitting down on your bed as he ran his hand through your hair.

“You’ve been looking pretty down recently. Everything okay?” He asked gently, playing with a section of your hair.