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spirirsstuff · 2 years ago

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hi take something stupid i wrote for the supernatural au (yes it’s canon yes it’s stupid yes i’m posting this no i don’t regret shit)

also it’s from killer’s pov, if you need any context as to the characters, just check the pinned post on the ask blog ( @ask-supernaturalmythological-au )

Nightmare was a deep sleeper. I knew that much. But he needed to wake up.

He specifically told us that whoever woke up first should also wake him.

Well that just so happened to be me.

Stretching my wings, I walked down the hallway and into Nightmare’s room.

Now, I didn’t see him in the skeletal form he usually was in. And that was normal, many times he unconsciously shifted in his sleep. He told us that.

So I lifted the blankets.

There was a small octopus, all dried up.

Quickly, I picked him up, ran downstairs, filled a cup of water, and dropped him in it. It wasn’t the best solution and was sort of small, but it would work for now. It would only be until he woke up and shifted back, anyways.

I made myself some toast. I knew I shouldn’t make much, since Horror would cook some huge breakfast once he woke up.

I ate my toast and went back over to the cup that Nightmare was currently residing in.

He was now awake, and his eye was open. A common theme among all of his forms was that his right eye was either injured, or not there at all. Another common theme that his form followed was that he was a very dark gray. He had small flaps on the side of his head, and his tentacles were short.

“Sleep well, Mare?” I asked.

He stared at me angrily.

“Want me to take you out of there so you can shift back?”

He looked considerably happier.

I lowered my hand into the cup and allowed Nightmare to grab onto it with his tentacles. It tickled a bit.

I lifted my hand out of the water and lowered it to the ground. Nightmare crawled off, water pooling below him.

After a minute of waiting, he was starting to look a bit dry again. Usually it didn’t take him but a few seconds to shift.

“Uh, you okay there, buddy? You’re looking a little dry again,” I asked.

Nightmare didn’t look happy, so I picked him back up and put him back in the cup.

“Feel alright? Maybe I should get you a better tank.”

Apparently small octopi can’t say anything. So I rummaged around and found a dusty fishbowl, which I cleaned and filled with water.

I picked Nightmare up and put him into the bowl, dumping out the other cup into the sink. It was still a small bowl, but hopefully this would suit for now. I moved it onto the table.

“Do I… get you breakfast? What do octopi eat?”

He said nothing. Did he even know?

I heard footsteps down the stairs, along with a tail limply dragging with it. Apparently Horror was sleeping in.

“Morning, Dust,” I said, walking over to the stairs.

“Good,” he yawned mid-sentence, “morning, Killer.”

He didn’t look very awake yet. He hadn’t even shined his horns, one of the first things he did every morning.

“Sleep okay?” I asked.

He walked over to the coffee machine on the counter. “No, but that’s alright. Stars, the stuff here keeps you awake way better than whatever was back in the Fae realm.”

“No kidding. So what happened that kept ya awake?”

“Dragon shit.”

“Dragon shit?”

“A nightmare about my hoard being taken away from me.”

“Oh. That’s like, super important to you, right? Or did I not listen to any of your lectures right?”

“Mhm. Every one of us has one, they’re all different. But we guard them with our lives.”

“Makes sense. Demons don’t really have that stuff. At least, my type of demon doesn’t.”

We waited in silence for a few minutes, just until Dust’s coffee was done.

“So… what’s the octopus doing?”

“I dunno, Nightmare shifted mid-sleep or something. And now he’s a pathetic little guy who can’t even leave the water without suffocating.”

Nightmare glared.

“And he didn’t think about shifting back?”

“I took him out of the water for him to shift back, but he just didn’t. He sat there for a solid minute just… on the floor.”

“Can he like… not shift back?”

“I dunno. Can he?”

“Well did you ask?”

“I don’t think he can talk.”

“Oh. Fair.”

“Yeah.”

We sat in silence for a few more minutes. Dust drank his coffee, and I watched Nightmare.

After a while, Dust said, “I’m gonna go get ready. I wanted some coffee first.”

“Kay. See you later. Just make sure you’re down in time for breakfast, or Horror might get mad at you.”

Dust walked upstairs, his tail dragging considerably less than before.

I sat at the table, going through my phone. I think Nightmare was staring at me the entire time.

After a while, I heard clicking on the stairs.

Horror was walking down, his ear perked up and his tail wagging a bit.

He walked into the kitchen, and his tail started wagging even more when he came over to the table. Stars, he acted like a dog sometimes. It was sort of cute.

What wasn’t cute was the look on Nightmare’s face after Horror spoke.

“Seafood.”

“Not quite.”

“Takoyaki.”

“We aren’t eating him, Horror.”

Horror’s ear drooped, his tail stilling.

I reached up and gently scratched behind Horror’s ear.

“It’s alright, bud. I’ll get you octopus some other time. But we still can’t eat him. Nightmare shifted while he slept and I don’t think he can shift back.”

Horror leaned on the table, his face almost against the glass of the bowl. His tail was wagging again and his ear had perked back up. Nightmare, however, was against the glass on the other side of the bowl, fear in his eye.

“Friend.”

“There you go.”

Horror usually took a while to wake up, relying mostly on instincts and his senses until he was fully awake. He didn’t usually make breakfast until he was awake, or else he knew that he would probably go out and kill something to eat, relying more on instinct than reason.

“You want some coffee? I can make you some,” I asked.

Horror nodded his head, not looking away from the small octopus in the bowl. Nightmare stared at him with fear, looking at me. I just smiled and went to make the coffee.

“Do you know if Cross is awake yet?”

Horror shook his head.

“Still questioning who he is?”

Horror nodded.

“Figures. Kid can’t remember his past, can’t even remember what kind of Fae he is. You and Mare sure that he’s really Fae?”

“Scent.”

“Huh?”

“Scent.”

“What do you mean, scent?”

“Fae.”

“Do Fae have a certain smell or something?”

Horror nodded.

“So you’re saying that you know he’s Fae because he smells weird.”

Horror nodded once again. Somehow he never tore his sockets off of Nightmare.

Once the coffee was finished, I handed it to Horror.

I decided that it was time for Cross to stop sleeping and flew up the stairs. It’s easier to be sneaky when you aren’t clicking or creaking on the floor.

I quietly pushed the door open to Cross’s room, who was sleeping in his jacket. He was weirdly attached to that thing.

Slowly, I flew over to his bedside.

I gently and quietly reached to his back and…

“WAKEY WAKEY ASSHOLE!” I shouted, grabbing him and shaking him awake violently.

“SHUT THE FUCK UP KILLER!” Dust yelled from down the hall.

“NO YOU!”

“Why do you always wake me up like this,” Cross asked tiredly, annoyed.

“Cause I love you.”

“I question that sometimes.”

“Why do you always sleep in that jacket? Do you ever wash it?”

“I’m just… drawn to it. I don’t know. I don’t like washing it, it just feels wrong throwing it in the washing machine, like I should wash it specially. But that takes a while and I’d rather sleep if someone would let me.”

“But Horror’s gonna get mad if you don’t eat with all of us! Well, except Nightmare today.”

“What’s going on with Nightmare?”

“Sleep shifted and hasn’t shifted back for some reason.”

“Huh. Maybe it’s a shapeshifter thing? This hasn’t ever happened before, has it?”

“Not that I remember.”

“Well, I guess we’ll just have to figure something out later. What did he shift into anyways?”

“Octopus.”

“What?!”

“A little one! He’s in a fishbowl on the table.”

Cross lifted the blankets, jumping out of bed, not bothering to change into a different shirt or shorts.

He ran out of the room and down the stairs.

“SHIT!” I heard him call just before I heard a thump, and I assume that he fell.

I flew down, finding Horror helping Cross up.

Cross, despite having just fallen on the steps by running, ran over to the table where Nightmare was sitting in his fishbowl. It looked like he had fallen asleep.

“Is this really Nightmare?” he asked.

“I think. I mean, probably. It was in his bed, kinda resembles literally every form he has, and also it seems to understand us. So yeah, it’s probably Nightmare.”

“And you aren’t even sure. Wow.”

“No, it’s Nightmare,” Horror said, walking back over.

“Ah, I see, you’ve figured out how to form sentences since this morning.”

“Shut up, I was tired and running on instinct.”

“Go make food or something.”

“Horror, how are you so sure?”

“I explained to Killer earlier that Fae have a certain scent. The octopus has that scent, as well as Nightmare’s scent. But also the scent of octopus, and I had just woken up and was running on instinct and…”

“That’s why he’s so insistent that you’re Fae, you have the scent I guess.”

“I really don’t think I’m Fae, I might have just picked up the scent from living with you guys.”

“No. Blue’s been around us and Error a lot, he hasn’t picked up any scent whatsoever, except for whoever’s scent specifically.”

“I’m telling you, I really think I’m just some mortal you took in. I don’t think I’m Fae. I don’t even know what kind I am, and I don’t have any unnatural traits that you guys have.”

“Cross, stop arguing with the werewolf. He knows smells the best of all of us, he’d know. You’re Fae, fuck you.”

“Can we just get back to what we were originally talking about?”

We went silent after Horror spoke. He was the voice of reason in the group, I have no idea what we’d do without him.

“As I was saying, Nightmare is-”

I stopped in the middle of the sentence when I heard glass thumping. We all turned our heads and found Nightmare moving the bowl towards the edge of the table.

Cross grabbed the bowl before Nightmare could push it any more.

Nightmare swam up to the surface of the water, his head poking out.

“I think he wants out of the bowl,” Cross said, putting his hand into the water. The octopus climbed onto it.

Gently sitting Nightmare on the floor, Cross waited with the rest of us.

In a few moments, Nightmare was standing in front of us, no longer an octopus.

“I think I have a few things to explain. Call Dust down, it’ll do him good to hear this as well.”

After a bit of explanation, we were caught up.

Sometimes, shapeshifters get stuck in forms. It just happens sometimes, and could last for a few minutes to a few weeks depending on the case.

Nightmare, like Horror, is also able to tell whether someone is Fae or not. Though it’s more like a sixth sense, he just knows. But unlike Horror, it’s the same feeling with demons, who aren’t technically Fae. I would know that, I am one. Horror said that it’s a different scent for demons and true Fae.

For the rest of the day, I made fun of Nightmare. I know he loves me, whatever he does won’t be that bad.

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