#Disabled au

[tsubaki94]

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[c0stiffen]

Can you describe the disabilities of the characters l, from both Naranja and Blueberry?

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Nemona: Half deaf (she uses a hearing aid), tennis elbow (Irritation of the tissue that connects the forearm muscle to the elbow.)

Arven: Completely blind since birth.

Penny: Astigmatism (imperfection in the curvature of the eye that causes blurred distance and near vision.) and chronic fatigue (Illness characterized by deep fatigue, sleep abnormalities, pain and other symptoms that worsen with effort.)

Giacomo: Selective Mutism (anxiety disorder that keeps you from speaking in certain situations.)

Mela: Type 1 diabetes (chronic condition in which the pancreas produces little or no insulin.)

Atticus: Vitiligo (causes loss of skin pigmentation in certain areas.)

Ortega: Limp (walk with difficulty, typically because of a damaged or stiff leg or foot.)

Eri: prosthetic leg.

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Carmine: Melasma (Condition characterized by the appearance of brown spots on the face) and POTS (condition that causes your heart to beat faster than normal when you transition from sitting or lying down)

Kieran: Fibromyalgia (disorder characterized by widespread musculoskeletal pain accompanied by fatigue, sleep, memory and mood issues.)

Crispin: Celiac (Immune reaction to the ingestion of gluten, a protein present in wheat, barley and rye)

Lacey: Half deaf (she uses a hearing aid), Type 2 diabetes (Chronic condition that affects the way the body processes blood sugar aka glucose.)

Amarys: Ocular prosthesis (she is half blind)

Drayton: Narcolepsy (Chronic sleep disorder that causes excessive daytime sleepiness.)

[fuyuthefoxwriter]

Snow day, oh yay (I’m dying inside lol)

Awesome lineart by @tsubaki94

[hard-times-paramore]

Disabled Arno Dorian, everyone! My fanarts have me researching 18th century wheelchairs in detail.

I'm working on a one-shot fanfic for this AU, to explain the why, the how, the when. I'm slowly getting there. I should probably have waited to post the fanart with it, but I'm too impatient and was excited to show it off.

Wheelchair inspiration below!

[mikimakiboo]

Ya'll heard of disabled!Nightmare but may I interest you with some mute!Horror (And additionnal headcanons) ?

@unknownchoatic if you want to take a look into my interpretation of the disabled AU 👀👉🏻👈🏻

Horror isn't totally mute, it's more like aphasia than mutism, which means he has trouble speaking and finding the right words and is practically incapable of forming a full sentence, he also has trouble reading and, by extent, writing.

He became aphasic after Undyne's spear impaled his skull, which obviously caused a lot of brain damage and particularly in the area in charge of the speech, reading and all.

When he joined the bad sanses nobody noticed his struggles at first, they already had Dust who didn't talk much (he isn't mute, just doesn't talk a lot) so they thought he was just the silent type like him. But it soon became clear there was a broblem when he started mixing up words whenever he tried to speak, couldn't decipher written instructions or struggled to write his reports.

However they first thought that maybe he didn't know how to read/write, but it wasn't logical as he was still a Sans, so that meant he was a scientific in his youth, that he must have known how to read and write, so the problem might have been something else entirely.

Surprisingly it was Killer who came up with the first hypothesis, one of which was that Horror was dyslexic, which was close, but not quite that. After some time and researches they eventually managed to find out he was aphasic.

At that point Dust took the responsibility to teach everyone sign language, since he was the only one knowing it at the time, so that Horror could communicate easier and the others would understand him. He still has troubles sometimes with hand placement but he can now communicate !

As for the instructions, Nightmare gave him a magnetophone so he can hear them rather than read them. For the reports it's usually Killer or Dust who write them for him, he signs what he wants them to write and they translate.

On the fluffy side, they sometimes read him stories since he cannot read them himself.

Now for the additionnal headcanons that have nothing to do with disability:

- he likes woodcarving, he often sculpts little animals and give them to each member of the gang (including Nightmare) to show his affection towards them, they are very pretty !

- he cannot see pictures in his mind, I don't know how to describe it but like when he thinks about an apple, for exemple, he doesn't see an apple in his mind, he has the concept, the word, he knows what it looks like and can describe it but he just doesn't visualize it. Same when he sleeps, his dreams are made of sounds and sometimes shades of lights, but no images (aphantasia)

- his pupil will round up like a cat when he sees something or someone he likes

- he's very strong physically but very weak when it comes to magic because his magic had to adapt in his world in order to keep him alive, he has a strong immune system due to that but struggles a lot with magic attacks such as creating bones, blasters or simply teleporting, that is why he mainly uses his axe. Also due to his weak magic he needs to have a balance between food and sleep, if he doesn't sleep or eat properly he will pass out and won't wake up until his body regained enough energy, sometimes it's only a few hours but if he pushed his limits too far it can last a few days

[skarlettskwrl]

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Author: @scarletsaphire

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Another submission from @jaybirdscall, coloring @tsubaki94's line art!

Love the shade of green you chose for the wheelchair! And the colors on the striped shirt!

Nice shading inside the ripped pant legs, too!

Great job, Green Team!

[conditionaljewel]

(Headcanons abound)

Thinking about my disabled mini AU again, and I just think it would be really neat if Laudna had a cane made out of wood from the Sun Tree.

Like in my own little headcanon, I imagine that Chetney makes her a cane using some wood he was allowed to (legally?) obtain from the Sun Tree, and he carved and whittled it so that the cane looked like the Sun Tree’s trunk, and the handle were branches, that would also make it so that when she uses her Form of Dread, the cane becomes part of her. He presents it to her after a battle one evening when he notices she’s limping a lot more than normal and thought maybe it’d help. “I didn’t want to impose but, I couldn’t help but notice you were relying on Imogen a lot to help you walk, so I thought maybe…” She takes it and admires it for what it is, and thanks Chetney for it genuinely. She takes to it hesitantly at first, feeling a hesitation about not wanting to be more visibly different but she does not dispose of or hide it from view. She starts to use it here and there but still clings to Imogen quite more often than normal still.

But then after a few weeks she notices she still isn’t walking right and those pains in her leg aren’t going away, so she starts to use it more and more and falls in love with it. She’s comfortable, she’s walking without pain, and Imogen’s noted that she’s bouncing around their cottage with it like it’s a dance partner now, she’s grown to be so comfortable with it. Not long thereafter, she asks Chetney on one of his visits for just one little adjustment. “Sure, is something wrong, did it break? Oh no, is it too short? Too tall?” And she tells him no, it’s perfect, she just would like one minor, cosmetic addition: a “C-Pop Industries” logo on it, so everyone knows who made her beautiful cane. He sheds a tear in joy and happily engraves his insignia on it.

Then I’m imagining Laudna and Imogen walking around Jrusar going shopping for Zhudanna and themselves (bc even though they now live alone, together, independent of Zhudanna, they still help take care of her as a thanks). Just watching Laudna slinging her cane on her forearm as she and Imogen parse through loaves of bread or bundles of herbs and spices, holding onto Imogen loosely as they stumble-step from booth to booth in the crowds making their purchases where it’s too crowded to step comfortably otherwise.

Then suddenly a little child spies Laudna from a little distance away in the market and is caught staring at her: not because she’s a ghostly pale undead lady holding a pretty purple-haired lady’s hand, but because Laudna is walking with a cane and has a limp just like this little child seems to. So instead of her being afraid, the child “runs” up to Laudna very clumsily with her cane and loudly declares “i like your cane,” as she wave hers at Laudna. And then Laudna would be all cute back and wave hers at the child, “i LOVE yours,” and fuss and make a big deal of it and ask the little girl about it like it was the best cane Laudna ever did see, and the little girl getting absolutely elated and overwhelmed by not feeling so out of place “because she’s not old and she walks like me!”

And then I think about Laudna and Imogen hanging out with Ashton, in their little chronicLu disabled club as the three of them do in secret once a month, and Ashton finally realizes after a long while “wait? That’s from the Sun Tree?!” And then Laudna will Form Of Dread as she holds the cane and tower over him, juuuuust so he could be impressed with how ~cool she looks with it. “That’s fuckin’ awesome.” And they’ll spend the next forty five minutes discussing her cane, his use of his hammer as a walking stick, Imogen’s frequent headaches from the constant buzzing and chatter in her head. Ashton’ll mention having seen someone riding around in an wheelchair that was “also an automaton” in Bassuras — could go way faster than any old wheelchair. “I bet if you did it right you could enter one in the Deathwish, now *that* would be interesting.” And they spent the next forty-five minutes and remaining bottle of wine inventing Murderball for Exandria.

Then Fearne comes over for (girl) dinner one evening. Lots of food and drinks and wine and gossip. Fearne being Fearne, and knowing damn well Laudna needs it, she still tries to swipe the cane anyway because her love language had spread to all of Bells Hells now, and she couldn’t not try. That’s part of the fun. And she nearly gets away with it except that, at the end of the night, perhaps a little too drunk off of Whitestone’s very best wine to offer, she attempts to leave their home by casually just strolling out the door with it under her hand as though it were hers and she walked in with it all along, only to play it off to the girls with a laugh and a “damn” under her breath to Mister. They share a laugh at their doorstep with one last hug, and Laudna says to hear “ask Chet, maybe he’ll make you one.”

Orym visits with Dorian, and of the whole group, they’re the ones who just “seem” the most adjusted when it comes to Laudna in general but certainly to both the girls. Dorian sees her cane for the first time and, being unfamiliar with Whitestone and the history, particularly her history there, he just admires it purely from a craftsmanship and design aspect, essentially complimenting Chet. He calls it “quite a beautiful craft of love for a mobility aid.” He particularly loves the detailing in the bark pattern Chetney had painstakingly added. This makes Laudna smile. Orym, knowing it’s and Laudna’s origins, doubles down on that sentiment and shoots the girls that knowing look with a smile. And then conversations move on, dinner continues.

But then there’s Letters. Poor Letters who just wants to help. He tries to convince Laudna, perhaps a little too aggressively, to get new feet and legs with him, “so we can fix ya! we could ask D or Dancer, maybe Imahara Joe?” But the girls sit them down and explain to him that while Dancer and Joe are unique in their crafts and capabilities, and while Dancer seems happy with her prosthetic, Laudna doesn’t see the need for all that. “I’m quite happy as I am, FCG,” and they explain over some tea and copper bits why some people who are disabled don’t necessarily want or need to be fixed, but it’s okay for those out there who do. Laudna then reassures FCG that she is happy, she doesn’t ~need fixing, and that sometimes people with disabilities and disabled people would just rather have the things they need and the world to be more accessible to get by, rather than any attempts as “fixing” something that they don’t see as broken within themselves.,FCG kind of understands and just says “okay… well, I’ll pray for you.”

I don’t know, disabled!Laudna (and Imogen and Ashton) is/are so important to me and ever since I’ve started to recognize my own disabilities and physical and mental limitations, I’ve just been thinking entirely too much about Laudna using a mobility aid (not even just a cane as presented here) and trying to get myself more confidence to use my cane when I need it rather than continue to suffer.

[meli878936]

Dreams into reality.

Hi, I'm Tony and this is the story of how a tragic accident became my miracle.

You see, I have always had a fascination with paralysis for some reason. I can't explain why, but I am drawn to paralyzed individuals and have even desired to be paralyzed myself. It's hard to pinpoint when this fascination began or why it exists, but it has always been a part of me.

Despite my unusual interests, I was born into a loving family with two parents and an older brother who were accepting of me. During my teenage years, I spent a lot of time researching paralysis and trying to understand my attraction to it. In college, I initially pursued a career in physical therapy, but soon realized that it would be difficult for me to maintain professionalism while hiding my true desires. Instead, I became a stockbroker and quickly achieved financial success in a short amount of time.

In my early to mid-twenties, I embarked on a fervent search for a partner who was paralyzed. It didn't matter to me their gender, as long as I could finally experience firsthand an intimate relationship with someone who shared this unique trait. However, my initial attempts were met with disappointment and frustration. Every time I revealed my true desires, the reaction would range from anger and disgust to offense. But I refused to give up on my search for a connection that I longed for in my heart and soul.

It wasn't until I met James that I was finally able to fulfill my deepest, most intimate desires. He was a paraplegic, his lower body completely paralyzed from the mid-chest down, at the T-5 vertebrae. But to me, he was hot, cute, and mysterious all at once. As I got to know him, I fell deeply in love, my fascination turning into adoration. The moment I was able to run my hands through his body for the first time, my love for him was cemented.

The years of paralysis had left his legs thin and lacking muscle tone, due to his lack of spasticity, but I found them incredibly alluring. His abs no longer functioned, resulting in a slight gut, but it only added to his irresistible charm. Every movement he made caused his legs to wobble limply and softly - a sight that I couldn't get enough of. And then there were his feet... oh how they drove me wild with their softness and puffiness, always dangling limp and floppy, and drooping, pointing downwards like helpless ballerina feet. Every time I saw them, I couldn't resist the urge to touch and caress their delicate form.

James and I quickly became inseparable. He was initially hesitant about my fascination, but as our relationship deepened, he grew to appreciate how I cherished every part of him. We moved in together after just almost a year together, and I eagerly took on the role of his caregiver alongside being his lover.

Our life together was blissful, but I couldn't shake the lingering desire to experience paralysis myself. I confided in James about these feelings, and to my surprise, he was understanding. He even suggested that we explore ways for me to safely simulate the experience.

We started experimenting with simulated paralysis techniques - using some of his equipment and purchasing ones that restricted my movement, like braces for short periods. While exhilarating, these experiences only intensified my longing for the real thing.

With James, I found not just a partner, but a soulmate who completed me in every way possible.

We had been together for a little over two years and were working on building a home completely custom-made 100% adaptable and suitable for a wheelchair user when the accident happened.

I was rushing to make it back home after a trip to an outlying town when suddenly, a car appeared out of nowhere and collided with mine on the highway. In just a matter of seconds, I went from driving at 80 miles per hour on a straight path, getting closer to my destination by the minute, to losing control of my car as it was pushed off the road. The next thing I knew, my car was rolling and then everything went black. The details of what happened afterward were filled in for me by others who witnessed the accident

James and my father stood in shock as they were told the extent of my injuries. The car had been brutally mangled, leaving me trapped inside. My heart had stopped beating multiple times while first responders worked to free me from the wreckage. Once I was finally airlifted to the hospital, the gravity of my injuries became even more apparent. Multiple bones throughout my body were broken, including my neck, causing severe spinal damage at the C4 - C5 level. My spinal cord was partially severed and swollen, leaving me unable to move or feel anything below my neck. The only sign of life was the steady rise and fall of my chest as I lay hooked up to a ventilator, completely dependent on it for each breath. It seemed that in an instant, I had gone from an able-bodied individual to a quadriplegic, forever changed by the devastating accident.

Emerging from the haze of medicine and sedatives was a slow process. It took me nearly two weeks to fully regain consciousness after the accident. Slowly but surely, my mind pieced together the fragments of memory and reality that had been fogged by the drugs. First came shock and fear, a gnawing in my gut as I processed what the doctors were telling me. But then, a surge of excitement spread through my body like wildfire.

Could it be true?

Though the ventilator in my throat was uncomfortable and posed a constant threat to my life, the doctors assured me that its presence was only temporary. In the coming weeks, they promised, I would most likely be able to breathe on my own once again. But it was the realization that I was paralyzed, unable to feel or move anything below my shoulders, that ignited a spark of excitement within me.

Despite my best efforts, I couldn't fully contain the emotions churning inside me. The doctors and my family praised me for my apparent acceptance of my new reality, applauding my strength and maturity as keys to a speedy rehabilitation. But to James, he saw beyond the facade and knew the depth of my desires, understanding immediately what was truly on my mind. With ease, he promised to assist me in any way possible, having gone through a similar experience himself when he was paralyzed.

At that moment, I knew without a doubt that I loved him. From then on, it was as if my feelings for him were amplified tenfold, filling me with overwhelming gratitude for his presence and support.

He glided in effortlessly, his presence immediately commanding and comforting. In a matter of moments, he took control of everything related to my care and rehabilitation, orchestrating the complicated web of doctors, nurses, and therapists with ease. But it wasn't just me that he cared for - he also supported my grieving parents, offering them words of solace and strength. It was a hard blow for them to see their youngest son go from a healthy, independent, and successful adult to being completely dependent on others like an infant. My mother struggled the most, her eyes brimming with tears whenever she came near me, feeling helpless about how to help. But with James by our side, knowing exactly what needed to be done and taking charge of everything, it lifted a huge weight off of my family's shoulders. He was our guiding light amid the darkness.

But you may wonder, how could he possibly assist with my care while also being in a wheelchair? Well, at the hospital, we had a team of nurses ready to help, and the same would be available at the rehab center. James had already arranged for a couple of nurses to aid in my care at home, and he was also able to contribute thanks to his standing wheelchair that he had been using for some time now.

The first time he took on a task related to my care, it was changing my Ted socks, catheter, and urine bag. The sensation of watching him "stand" in his wheelchair and attend to my limp legs and genitals with such tenderness and devotion is indescribable. I couldn't feel anything due to my paralysis, but he went the extra mile by kissing my feet and legs as he lifted them up...

The words he spoke as he carried out this selfless act are etched into my memory:

"Now I understand how you felt when you did this for me."

His voice was soft, filled with tenderness and understanding. With gentle movements, he placed a soft kiss on my right foot, as if to convey his love and gratitude. As our eyes met, he whispered

"I love you more than anything. We will get through this together. I promise."

My heart swelled with emotion, longing to express the same sentiment. But with the breathing tube restricting my speech, I could only communicate through a series of blinks and tears of joy. And in that moment, I knew that our love was stronger than any obstacle we may face.

Chapter 2

As the weeks flew by, I was able to get rid of the vent and finally breathe on my own again.

Following that, I was transferred to a rehabilitation facility that was conveniently close to the location where our new house was being built. James and I immediately began making arrangements for adjustments to be made in the design and setup of the house, as I would now permanently require a wheelchair and additional care and resources. As the construction progressed, I stayed at the rehab center, surrounded by sterile walls and fluorescent lights, for what felt like an eternity. Days melted into weeks, and weeks into months as I endured intense physical therapy and grueling exercises. In total, my stay there lasted eleven long, exhausting months that tested my strength and willpower every single day.

After careful consideration, we came to the realization that our bedroom needed to be significantly larger than our original plans. The space would not only need to accommodate our wheelchairs and extra electrical equipment but also a bigger walk-in closet and extra storage space for all our medical supplies. We even invested in a custom-made hospital bed designed for couples experiencing disabilities. Its advanced features included pressure sore prevention and easy positioning, allowing us to sleep together comfortably and safely.

Instead of a stair lift, we opted for a spacious elevator that could move even furniture throughout the house. Despite the high cost, this addition proved invaluable as it provided us with a much-needed solution for daily tasks.

To further aid in my independence, we had a transfer lift system installed on the second floor of our home. Ceiling rails allowed for seamless movement from bed to bathroom or other rooms without relying on my wheelchair.

James also implemented a voice-controlled environment system in our home. With just a few simple commands, I could now change channels, adjust lights and temperature, play music, and even answer phone calls - all without ever having to leave my bed or use my hands. This technology truly transformed our lives for the better.

While I was confined to the rehabilitation center, James selflessly took on all responsibilities and then some. Meanwhile, my focus was solely on learning to live independently with my newly frail and paralyzed body, a process that I cherished.

Thanks to intense physical therapy, I was able to regain some movement in my left upper and lower arm, as well as sporadic feeling throughout my body. This progress allowed me to use a joystick to maneuver my wheelchair, but James and I both knew that my preference lay with head or cheek controls. So, once I received my custom-made wheelchair at rehab, James immediately placed an order for a second one equipped with advanced head controls that would require minimal movement from me.

The day I was released from rehab and moved into our new home was when the excitement began. James eagerly showed me around, demonstrating how to use the voice-controlled environment and introducing me to Alex, our live-in assistant who would assist with tasks that James wasn't able to do himself, like stretching routines, as well as assist with more intimate needs. His knowledge of our medical needs was impressive, and his open-mindedness and eagerness to be our arms(in my case) and legs(James and I) were just what we needed.

We also had a maid who kept everything spotless and a part-time assistant for weekends or when Alex needed a break. As we walked through the house, James gave me a tour, even though I was already aware of all the changes and additions on paper. Seeing them in person was truly satisfying. James proudly showed me how to operate the elevator, knowing it would make my daily life so much easier. As we rode up and down, I couldn't help but feel grateful for this new chapter in our lives.

The main floor of our house was a vast expanse, with the kitchen, living room, and dining room seamlessly flowing together in a stunning open space. A balcony adorned the back of the house, providing a picturesque view of the sprawling yard below. There was a guest room located on this floor, decorated with soft hues and plush bedding. It stood ready to welcome any visitors who may come to stay in our beautiful home. The basement was also well-designed and easily accessible through the elevator. As I took in the view of our home, I couldn't help but feel immense love for it, and gratitude for having James by my side to share it with. It truly felt like our own little paradise.

On the second floor, the main bedroom exuded luxury and comfort, with its spacious layout and elegant furnishings. The scent of lavender and vanilla wafted from the adjacent main bathroom, nearly half its size. We had carefully selected an accessible shower, equipped with all the necessary features for our daily routines and personal needs. And just steps away stood a deep massage tub, large enough to comfortably fit both of us at once, complete with sturdy handles for support. I couldn't help but imagine us soaking in it together, surrounded by bubbles and candlelight.

There were three more bedrooms in the house. Alex's room, located on the opposite side of our master suite, boasted its private bathroom for added privacy when needed. The other two bedrooms were situated between ours and shared another luxurious bathroom. One of these rooms had been transformed into James's home office, where he worked diligently on his computer while I preferred to lounge in bed. But we were considering setting up a proper workstation for me next to his desk so that we could work side by side.

The last remaining room was the therapy room, with some elevated mats, standing frames, and general exercise equipment set up.

As the day came to a close, I was exhausted yet filled with anticipation. Alex gently helped me into bed and began to undress me, but James stopped him and offered to take care of everything else himself. However, he asked Alex to stay on call for a couple more hours as we would need him later. After Alex left, James looked at me, from his wheelchair, in a standing position, and asked, "What do you feel up to right now, my love?"

I took a moment to think before responding in a husky voice full of desire, "I want us to explore each other. I want to see how my body reacts to your touch, and I want to please you in every way possible. I want us both to reach climax together. I want to surrender myself to you completely."

My words were filled with determination as I expressed my intense desire. The past year of celibacy had weighed heavily on me, and I longed to taste him again, kiss him passionately, and show him just how much I loved him. Every inch of my being craved his touch and his love.

His smile was warm as he gently took my limp right hand and brought it to his lips for a kiss, licking and sucking on each of my fingers as he kept eye contact with me. The therapists had done an incredible job with my rehabilitation, ensuring that my fingers remained loose and functional, unlike many others with similar injuries who are left with closed fists instead of hands. I was eternally grateful for their dedication. "Let me prepare you," he said kindly.

Using the lift harness still cradling me, he carefully lifted me up to assist in removing my sweatpants from underneath me. In addition, he pulled up my shirt as far as he could before lowering me back down. Before my accident, sweatpants were rarely a staple in my wardrobe and now they were practically all I wore. Button-up shirts and zip-up sweatshirts were also preferred because of the ease with which my aides and James could dress and undress me. It was a simple yet constant reminder of how much my life had changed since the accident.

He made sure I was comfortable before tending to my needs. He removed my shirt and carefully covered me with a cozy blanket. Despite having to do everything from his wheelchair, he took his time to remove my socks, leg bag, and compression stockings. It was our first day at home, and he wanted to take care of everything for me. As he worked, he used every opportunity to shower me with kisses and gently perform a range of motion exercises to improve blood

Eventually, I found myself stripped down to just the diaper I wore for accidents and leaks. Alex had expertly taken care of my bowel routine before transferring me to bed. It was one of the few tasks that James couldn't assist me with due to his own wheelchair-bound limitations since it required transferring me to the toilet, holding me up while inserting the suppository, and stimulating my rectum. Alex had flawlessly executed it with ease and professionalism, leaving me feeling clean and satisfied before settling in for the night.

James gently positioned my legs, placing pillows under my knees and feet. Then, he carefully covered me with the blanket, making sure I was fully covered.

"That's it for now. Are you ready for a special performance?" he asked with a suggestive tone. I couldn't help but let out a giggle.

"A show? Of course!" I replied with excitement, grinning from ear to ear.

His bright smile was blinding, and I couldn't help but be mesmerized by it. "Just a second," he said in his deep, soothing voice as he lowered his wheelchair into a comfortable sitting position. He wheeled back to give me a better view of what he was doing, and I felt my heart flutter in anticipation. My breath caught in my throat as he teasingly removed his shoes and socks, revealing his perfectly shaped feet. I let out an involuntary whimper at the sight, my mind racing with memories of kissing and sucking on his soft toes. With effortless grace, he used the top part of the foyer lift sling to lift himself off the chair just enough to open up his pants. It was a sight that took my breath away - him half standing, half sitting over his wheelchair, with his soft, thin, and absolutely gorgeous legs dangling limply and flopping open as he moved side to side to let his pants drop to the ground in front of me, and all I could do was stare in awe.

With careful precision, he unfastened and removed the diaper, cradling it in his left hand. with his right hand, he lifted his right leg up and to the side, gracefully discarding the diaper. At that moment, I caught a glimpse of his flaccid penis, dangling there in all its vulnerability. It seemed small and gentle, on par with his withered legs and in contrast to the strong and capable man I knew he was. As he stood there, his floppy right foot caught my eye, just as captivating, adding to the overall picture of vulnerability and tenderness.

He turned to me with a sly grin and asked, "Do you like what you see? I put in extra effort just for you."

I met his gaze and replied lovingly, "My love, you have no idea. Thank you so much. I long to shower you with kisses right now..."

His smile widened at my words. "Don't worry, honey. You'll have your chance. Just be patient."

My interest was piqued. What else did he have planned? He had already impressed me, but I couldn't wait to see what else he had up his sleeve.

Once he sat back down on his chair, James quickly took care of his pants and set them aside. He then removed the sling from his body and undressed completely. When he was finally naked, he used the sling to lift himself out of his wheelchair and positioned himself directly above me using the remote control. From this angle, with him hovering above me, I could see every detail of his flaccid penis, legs, and even his relaxed buttocks. My mouth began to water and my heart raced with excitement.

Just when I thought I knew what he was going to do, he surprised me yet again. Instead of coming closer to my face so I could take him in my mouth, he moved down towards my feet while still suspended from the lift. I was puzzled by this unexpected change in direction. As he went, he grabbed onto my blanket and removed it from my body. When he reached the area between my open legs, he lowered himself down there and repositioned his legs on either side of my torso, limply lying in the spaces between my arms and chest. His delicate, curved feet lay just inches from my face, teasing me. He let go of the sling but kept it within reach.

Chapter 3

James looked back at me over his shoulder, a mischievous glint in his eye. "I thought we could try something new," he said softly. "I know how much you've always loved my feet. Now you can enjoy them while I take care of you."

I felt a surge of excitement course through me. Even though I couldn't physically feel his touch, the sight of his limp legs draped over me and his feet so close to my face was intoxicating.

James propped himself up, his body pressing against mine, aligning our bodies so that our groins were touching. I could somewhat feel his limp penis against mine, causing a slight tremor in my own member. It was, undoubtedly the most erotic moment I had ever experienced. With a gentle touch, he began massaging my lower abdomen and chest, his strong hands working out the tiny gut I had acquired and the muscles I could no longer control. I couldn't physically feel the pressure of his fingers, but I could see the care and tenderness in his movements.

Using one hand to touch me and the other to raise his limp left leg, he offered his sweet, slightly swollen, floppy foot to me. I gazed longingly at James' foot, so close yet just out of reach. "Please," I whispered, my voice thick with desire. "Let me taste you."

James smiled and carefully guided his foot closer to my mouth using his hand, gently pressing his curled, puffy toes against my lips. I opened my mouth eagerly, relishing the soft, warm skin as I took his big toe between my lips. James knew exactly how to position his foot to allow me to suckle and lick his toes. The familiar taste and texture sent shivers of pleasure through me.

As I lavished attention on his foot, I moved my head forward, taking more of his toes on my mouth as I used my weak left arm to caress James’s face as he continued his sensual exploration of my body. His strong hands kneaded my chest and abdomen, fingers tracing patterns across my skin. With my sensation diminished below my neck, I could only feel the pressure of his touch, but the visual stimulation was incredibly arousing. I watched intently as he caressed my body, savoring what little I could feel of it.

To my enormous surprise, James stopped caressing my chest and pushed his hand in between our bodies,

gently caressing and stimulating our genitals. Though I couldn't feel his touch properly, the sight of his hands on my most intimate areas sent waves of arousal through me. I watched intently as he stroked and massaged, alternating between my genitals and his, marveling at how our bodies responded.

As James continued to stimulate us both, I felt a warm, tingling sensation begin to build deep within me,

spreading through my body. It wasn't the sharp, localized pleasure I remembered from before my injury, but rather a diffuse, full-body sensation of arousal. My breathing quickened as the feeling intensified and James’s movements became more purposeful, his hand working steadily between our bodies. I watched in awe as our penises began to respond, slowly filling with blood and hardening. The sight of James's previously flaccid member coming to life sent a thrill through me.

"Oh James," I breathed, "This is incredible. I can't believe we're both getting hard."

He smiled warmly at me. "I told you we'd figure this out together, my love. Just relax and enjoy."

As our arousals grew, James adjusted his position slightly, spreading his limp legs wide and aligning our erections side by side, while also removing his floppy feet from my reach. I didn’t mind as I watched James stroking our erections together with expert precision, his large and strong hands encompassing both shafts.

The visual was incredibly erotic - our hard cocks pressed against each other, James's fingers working deftly to pleasure us both. The sight alone was enough to send waves of arousal through me.

"How does it feel, love?" James asked, his voice husky with desire.

"Amazing," I breathed. Though my physical sensation was dulled, it was definitively there. "I can't feel everything, but what I do feel is incredible. And watching you touch us... it's so hot."

James smiled and leaned in to kiss me deeply. As our tongues intertwined, he continued his ministrations below. I could feel the pressure building within me, a warmth spreading throughout my body.

James could sense that I was getting close to my climax.

“Tony…” He called me huskily. “I want us to try something…” He stopped stroking our erections but kept hold of them as he waited for my reply.

I looked at James with curiosity and anticipation. "What did you have in mind?" I asked, my voice breathy with arousal.

James smiled mischievously. "I want to try penetration. I think it could be really intense for both of us." He paused, gauging my reaction.

My eyes widened in surprise. "Are you sure?" I asked, both excited and nervous at the prospect.

James nodded confidently. "I've been researching and talking to our doctors. With your level of injury, you might be able to feel more than I could and you could also sustain your erection longer than me. And even if not, I think the emotional and visual experience could be incredible for both of us."

My heart raced at the suggestion. “ What do you think? I can’t feel anything down there, so it makes sense that I take you inside of me.”

James paused for a moment, unsure. “But we will need help, as neither of us can trust… I was thinking we can get Alex to help us.”

James looked at me with love and desire, but also uncertainty

I considered James's suggestion carefully. The idea of Alex assisting us in such an intimate moment was initially jarring, but I realized it was likely our only option if we wanted to explore this new aspect of our relationship safely.

"You're right," I said softly. "We do need help, and Alex is the most qualified and trustworthy person for this. If you're comfortable with it, I am too."

James smiled, relief evident in his eyes. "Thank you, love. I'll call him in."

He pressed the call button, and a few moments later, Alex entered our room. To his credit, he didn't seem fazed by our nakedness or the intimate position we were in.

"How can I assist you?" Alex asked professionally.

James explained our desire to attempt penetration and the help we would need. Alex listened attentively, nodding in understanding and asking a few clarifying questions about positioning and support needs.

"Of course, I’ll help.”

With Alex's help, James and I were carefully repositioned, his movements professional and respectful. I felt a mix of vulnerability and excitement as Alex prepared James, opening him carefully and applying lubrication as James kept stroking our erections.

"Are you both comfortable?" Alex asked softly. We nodded, and he lifted James’s arse, positioning my erection under his open butthole.

James gazed into my eyes, his face flushed with desire. "Are you ready, my love?" he whispered.

"Yes," I breathed. "Are you?"

He nodded, staring into my eyes.

With Alex's subtle guidance, James arse was lowered into over my erection. Tears pricked my eyes as I watched James's face, seeing the love reflected there as I moaned in pleasure at the tightness I was feeling inside of him.

“James…” I moaned as Alex moved James’s hips up and down on my erection. I could feel his tightness and warmth.

"Oh Tony," he breathed, his voice thick with emotion. I could tell by his tone that he wished he could feel me inside of him. “I love you so much,” He said, using his arms to steady himself over me as Alex moved his hips.

And even though he didn’t feel anything from his waist down, I could tell he was also reaching his climax. The visual was intensely erotic - James's limp legs splayed out on either side of me, his erection bobbing with each movement, his face etched with pleasure as Alex helped him trust.

As Alex continued to assist our lovemaking, the intensity between James and me grew. Though neither of us had full sensation, the emotional and visual experience was overwhelming. I watched in awe as James's face contorted with pleasure, his breathing becoming more ragged.

"Tony," he gasped, "I'm close..."

I felt my own climax building, a warm tingling spreading through my body. "Me too," I managed to say.

Alex, sensing our impending release, increased the pace and strength slightly. James leaned down, pressing his forehead against mine as we locked eyes. In that moment, it felt like we were the only two people in the world.

With a cry of ecstasy, James reached his peak. We watched in fascination as his penis pulsed, releasing onto my chest. The sight and the knowledge of his pleasure pushed me over the edge, and I felt my own release deep inside him.

As our climaxes subsided, James collapsed onto my chest, breathing heavily. I wrapped my weak left arm around him, nuzzling my face against his hair. We lay there for several long moments, basking in the afterglow and intimacy we had just shared. The room was quiet except for our heavy breathing.

After giving us a moment, Alex gently helped lift James off of me. With practiced care, he cleaned us both up and helped reposition us comfortably in the bed. I asked Alex to help me lay on my side, facing James. As he did so, James reached out and repositioned his legs, also lying on his side, facing me. As Alex pulled the covers over us, James reached out to take my hand in his, squeezing it gently.

"Thank you, Alex," James said softly. "We appreciate your help."

Alex nodded with a small smile. "Of course. I'll give you two some privacy now. Just call if you need anything else." He quietly left the room, closing the door behind him.

James turned to face me, his eyes shining with emotion. "Tony, my love. That was... incredible. Thank you for being so open to trying new things with me. How are you feeling?"

I smiled back at him, feeling overwhelmed with love. "It was amazing. I never thought I'd be able to experience something like that again after the accident.”

James smiled softly, his eyes brimming with love and tenderness. "I'm so glad we were able to share that experience together. You're incredible, Tony. I fall more in love with you every day."

felt my heart swell with emotion. "I love you too, James. More than I ever thought possible. You're the best that has ever happened to me."

We lay there in comfortable silence for a few moments, just gazing into each other's eyes and basking in the afterglow of our lovemaking. James gently stroked my cheek with his thumb, his touch slowly lulling me to sleep.

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Wheels of misfortune (a Nightmare angst fic)

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Tw: paralysis (???), mention of bullying, self hatred

It was late, the moon was high in the sky and everyone in the castle was sleeping. Everyone but Nightmare. He was wide awake, laying on his bed looking at the ceiling. He had been feeling quite unwell these past few days, he wasn't sick, but he could feel his body being heavy, especially his legs. There had been a fight with his brother recently, but he didn't recall being hurt, he came back tired because of the positivity, sure, but he wasn't hurt, so why was he feeling that way ?

He sat on the edge of his bed, sighing, and pushed on his arms to get up, feeling his legs shake under his weight. He looked at his private bathroom door at the back of his room, for a moment it seemed to be so far away from him that he thought of getting back on the bed. He shook his head, what was he thinking ? It was barely a few meters away.

He made a step forward, grabbed the wall for support when he tripped on the rug, it was the first time he ever tripped on this rug, and slowly made his way to the bathroom. He was exhausted, his back hurt, it had always hurt since he acquired his tentacles, but recently the pain had became a lot more overwhelming, and even when he didn't summon them, like now, it still hurt, even if the tentacles weren't there. He never summoned them when he was at home, he didn't want to bump into things. He knelt in front of the bathtub and opened the faucet, watching the warm water run for a while before starting to get undressed, sitting on the floor. He looked at himself in the mirror, inspecting his bones in search for any cracks, maybe he had been hurt after all, maybe he just didn't notice, but everything was fine, there was no injuries.

When the tub was full he closed the faucet, grabbed some essential oils bottle to put some drops in the bath, and finally got in, sighing in relief as he felt the warm water sooth the pain away. He closed his eye, relaxing a bit, he focused on the different emotions in the castle and only felt peace and contentment. Good. That meant his boys weren't having any bad dreams, they were sleeping peacefully. He would always make sure they were okay, they were all that he had, they were his family, he would always protect them, no matter what.

He relaxed in the tub for a good hour before getting up, the water was cold now. He grabbed a towel to wrap himself in and got out of the tub, letting the water drain in the pipes. After only two steps he grabbed the sink for support, his legs were shaking badly. He muttered a curse under his breath, bending over to grab a short and a t-shirt for the night which he struggled to put on before getting out of the bathroom.

He flopped on his bed and crawled under the covers, maybe tomorrow he will feel better, he just needed to sleep a little...

When the sun shone through the curtains Nightmare let out an annoyed growl, he was still feeling so heavy, his back still hurt and his legs... weren't hurting... he didn't feel anything in his legs... His eye shot open as he sat up straight, throwing the covers aside. His legs were still there. Of course his legs were still there, how stupid could he be, thinking they would have disappeared ? He tried to sit on the edge of his bed, but nothing happened, he didn't move...

- What the f#ck... ?

He muttered, stress starting to settle in his soul as he tried in vain to move his legs. His breath fastened slightly, he brushed his hand against his tibia, he could barely feel it, he tried again on the other leg, rubbed his feet, his femur, his knees, but he didn't feel the touch, he was just... numb.

He grabbed the nightstand in a hurry pulling himself out of bed by force, his soul was beating too fast for him to remain calm. He fell, taking a lamp with him in his fall, it shattered on impact, he tried to get up again, to hold onto the nightstand and push on his arms to get up, to stand on his legs, but they didn't move and he fell again, his breath was erratic. What was happening ? What was happening to him ? Why couldn't he move his legs ? Why couldn't he get up ? Was that a nightmare ? Was he gonna wake up soon ? His arms hurt, it wasn't a nightmare.

- HORROR !!!

He yelled on the top of his magic lungs without thinking about it, feeling tears forming in his eye. Was he going to die ?

His door shot open, a very panicked Horror hasted in his room, for his boss to scream like that, something bad surely happened. His red eye quickly scanned the room before he spot Nightmare on the ground next to a broken lamp.

- I can't move them.. ! I can't.. !

Nightmare struggled to say, shocking on his tears, he couldn't form any coherent sentence, clearly having a panic attack. Horror rushed to him, he had never seen Nightmare in such a state...

- It's okay boss, I'll carry you to your bed.. ! Don't move.. !

He tried to reassure him as he gently but rapidly took him in his arms to lift him off the ground, sitting him on the bed and sitting next to him. Nightmare clung onto his henchman's jacket, burying his face against his chest, praying that it was in fact a bad dream. Horror held him in his arms, not understanding what was going on, all he knew was that his boss needed comfort so he would give him that. He gently rubbed his back, letting Nightmare cry against him.

- It's okay boss.. I'm here..

He gently soothed, feeling the little body of the black skeleton shaking like a leaf against him. When Nightmare finally managed to catch his breath and cease his crying, which took a few minutes, he looked up, still shaking slightly, only to see that his two remaining henchmen were in his room too, worried by all the noise, Dust looked like he just woke up, still in his pajamas. He didn't like that. He didn't like worrying his teammates, he was supposed to protect them, not make them worry. Killer was the first to speak.

- What happened ?

Nightmare took a few seconds to answer, he still didn't want to believe it himself, but the proof was that he was still trying to make his legs move without success.

- I can't feel my legs...

He answered with a weak voice, a voice he hated more than anything, a voice that reminded him of just how pathetic he could be, just like when he was a kid.

- What do you mean you can't feel your legs ?

Dust asked, a little confused.

- I can't feel them.. ! I can't feel any touch, I can't move them, I can't stand up, I.. !

- Shhht, calm down, take a deep breath..

Horror cut him, feeling him tense again. Nightmare pressed himself against the bigger skeleton, as much as he hated showing such vulnerability, he really needed comfort right now...

Killer frowned, looking at him almost accusingly.

- I told you to get a check up, you were hurting too much for it to be normal.

- You're not helping.

Dust scolded him. Nightmare was already in a bad state, no need to point at what he should have done, he already knew it.

- Horror, go make him something to eat, I'll help him get dressed, Killer try to see if you can find something in an AU to help him walk.

Dust commanded, he was the most responsible out of the three, he was kinda the second in command when Nightmare couldn't assume his leader role, like now. Killer scowled, he didn't like receiving orders from someone other than Nightmare, but for now he clearly couldn't think straight and they needed to help him, so he obliged and teleported in an AU to steal something.

Nightmare first tightened his grip on Horror's jacket when he felt him move but quickly let him go when Dust took his place. He watched as the big skeleton left his room.

- You feel like going to the bathroom or you want me to bring you your clothes here ?

Nightmare looked at Dust, he almost expected mockery, but Dust was genuine, he sincerely wanted to help. The goopy skeleton shook his head.

- Bring it please..

Dust nodded and went to the bathroom looking for his boss's clothes. Nightmare looked at him go, confused, he trusted them of course, but deep inside he was always so scared that they might leave him if he became too weak, that they might laugh at him for showing vulnerability like they laughed at him. The villagers. They would always mock him, make him feel weak and pathetic, he hated that, he hated that feeling, he wanted to be strong, to fight back, but he just couldn't, they were stronger than him, always.

Dust came back, clothes in hand.

- You need help ?

Nightmare was cut in his sad memories. He looked up at him.

- No, thank you..

- I'll turn around while you change, if you need help just ask.

Nightmare nodded, grabbing the clothes. He waited for Dust to turn his back before taking off his t-shirt, putting on a sweater and his jacket, then he stopped, looking at his legs. He tried to move them. Nothing happened. How was he going to take off his short and put on his sweatpants ? He looked up at Dust again, maybe he could ask him... ? No. No he wouldn't ask him. Dust wasn't a nurse, he was his henchman, it wasn't his job to get him dressed. He could do it himself, no need to bother him. He crawled on the middle of his bed and tried to push on his arms just enough to lift his pelvis off the mattress and slide off his short.

- You sure you don't need help ?

Dust asked, hearing the noise of the bedsheets.

- Yes.

Nightmare blushed, he was in his underwear, Dust couldn't turn around now ! He sat up again, tried to move his legs, failed, and manually lifted his knees in front of his ribcage to slide his feet in the leg holes of the sweatpants. He didn't even feel the cotton of the pants against his legs, it was like he was dressing the air and not himself, it didn't feel right. He then did the same thing he did to take off his short: lifted his pelvis as much as he could to pull the pants up. All that just for a pair of pants... what a waste of time. If only he had listened to Killer when he told him that it wasn't normal for his back to hurt this much, but he was just too stubborn to admit that the pain was barely bearable. To admit being weak.

- I'm done...

- Yeah ?

Dust turned around again, pleased to see that the goopy skeleton managed to dress himself alone, not that he wouldn't have helped, but it would have been awkward for both of them. He got closer to him and knelt in front of the bed, turning his back again.

- Put your arms around my shoulders, I'll carry you to the kitchen.

Nightmare looked at him, hesitantly getting closer to the edge of the bed.

- You're sure... ?

- You still can't move your legs, can you ?

No, he couldn't. He tried again and he still couldn't.

- Come one, you know Horror doesn't like it when we make the food wait.

Horror had strict rules with food, such as: no waste, two meals a day minimum, everyone eats together, and when the food is ready no one should be late or else it would be cold. Nightmare didn't want to upset the bigger skeleton so he reluctantly wrapped his arms around Dust's shoulders and watched him grab his legs to wrap them around his waist. Good thing he didn't have his tentacles summoned, he was much lighter and easy to carry without them.

It felt wrong. It felt so wrong to be carried like that, like a baby who couldn't move by himself. It was pathetic. He was pathetic. He just wanted to dissappear right now, to go to sleep and not wake up until all of his problems were gone.

Dust sat him on a chair, in front of the kitchen table. Horror had already put a plate in front of him: pancakes, he also had a cup of hot cocoa.

- Thanks...

Sometimes he felt like he didn't deserve them, he didn't deserve their love, their kindness, he deserved nothing... but he was so damn glad he had them because he loved them oh so dearly...

Killer teleported back in the kitchen, a wheelchair next to him. Nightmare looked at it. He didn't like it. He didn't want to sit in a wheelchair. He didn't want that, it was too... too much, too drastic, he didn't want that, he didn't want to just give up on his legs just yet. He felt his eye tingle. He didn't want to cry either, not again. He blinked to chase the tingling sensation away.

- I don't want that thing.

- It's the most suitable for you right now.

Killer countered. Nightmare frowned, blinking again.

- Why didn't you bring a cane ? Or at least crutches ?

- Because you need to at least be able to stand up to use those and you obviously can't.

Killer didn't have any filters when he talked, that was one of the side effects of not being able to feel fully, he was brutally honest because he didn't care if he hurt someone with the truth, it was always better than lying.

Nightmare blinked. One time. Two times. When he spoke his voice was shaking.

- I don't want a wheelchair.

- You don't really have another option right now.

- Killer.

Horror stopped him, seeing how Nightmare's hands had begun to shake.

- It will be temporary, just the time we find another solution.

He tried to reassure him. Nightmare looked at him, he doubted there would be another solution.

- You won't have to go outside with it, no one has to see you.

Nightmare didn't want anyone else to see him like that anyway.

- I'm gonna put you on it, okay ?

Horror said as he got closer to him. His breath fastened when the bigger skeleton lifted him from the chair to help him settle on the wheelchair. He felt his soul clench, his ribcage burn and his cheeks tingle again. He tried to move his legs, to show he didn't need this wheelchair, that he could still walk... nothing happened.

Dust left the kitchen to get dressed.

Horror took the empty plate and cup to wash them.

Killer went to the living room, feeling he wouldn't be of any help in the kitchen.

Nightmare didn't move.

He tried to move his legs.

Nothing happened.

He looked down.

A tear fell on his hand.

Was this going to be his life now ? Was he gonna spend the rest of eternity on a f#cking wheelchair ? It was ridiculous. He was the king of nightmares, the guardian of negativity ! And he just couldn't walk ? He could alter the balance of the whole multiverse but he couldn't move his legs ? The villagers would have loved to hear that. He felt so useless right now.

He stayed in the kitchen all morning, unable to bring himself to push on the wheels.

The week passed slowly, it was like he was in a fog all day, trying to move his legs, failing, trying again, failing again. His boys helped him as much as they could, grabbing things that were to high for him to reach, helping him with the stairs... he felt numb. All over. He couldn't bring himself to face the mirror, he didn't want to see his reflection, he didn't want to see these wheels.

He was in the library, he wanted to clear his thoughts, think of something else. He looked at the books, the one he wanted was on a shelf, a little high, he couldn't reach it when sitting down. He didn't want to call. He wanted to grab his book himself. He didn't want to be dependant.

He sat on the edge of the wheelchair, grabbing the shelf in front of him and pulling on his arms to lift his body, using the shelves as a sort of climbing hold. He stretched his free arm to the maximum and managed to grab the book. The wheelchair rolled back. He lost his grip on the shelf.

Horror heard a loud noise coming from the library, and he knew that the only ones to go to that room were Dust and Nightmare, and Dust was currently in the living room. He rushed, worried. What had Nightmare done ? Did he hurt himself ? When he entered it didn't take long for him to spot Nightmare on the ground, a book in hand and the wheelchair two meters away. The pieces assembled quickly. He sighed, coming to his side to help him sit on the chair again.

- Why didn't you call us ?

- I can do it myself.

- Was falling part of the plan ?

Nightmare's grip tightened on his book, he was looking at the ground. He felt so dumb. He felt like such a burden everyday, he wanted to do something himself, but of course he failed to do that too.

- Nightmare...

He looked up, Horror rarely called him by his name.

- Don't be scared to ask for help, we're here for you...

He knew he was being genuine when he said that.

- I don't want to bother you...

His voice was barely a whisper. He didn't like always calling for help, always monopolizing them, being so dependent on them, it just didn't feel right to him...

- You don't bother us. You never bothered us and you will never bother us. Okay ? We care about you, we're happy to help. You're not a burden to us. Don't forget that.

Nightmare felt his eye tingle again, but this time, he only felt warmth in his soul, hearing these words felt good... really good...

- You want me to make a pie for tonight ?

Horror changed the subject. Nightmare looked at him a little longer before nodding, making Horror smile.

- Okay, and if you need help, call us, will you ?

He nodded again. Horror gently pat his skull before leaving the library.

Nightmare was lucky to have them, he knew that, and as much as he hated his condition, at least, he wasn't alone...

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