Papa Nightmare? [Nightkiller] [English Version]

CHAP 39

Narrator:

'How did we get to this?' Killer questioned himself tiredly.

...

Why don't we take advantage and go a little further back to find out?

~Moments before what happened~

"What are we doing here Mommy?" Crescent questioned confused, being in front of a door of unknown appearance to him.

"You'll see," the assassin stated with a smile, humming a song as he thought about his future plans.

Killer opened the door with his free hand and was pleased to see a clean looking room decorated with tiles on the walls and floor that varied between gray and white, a sink that was near the door with a mirror, the toilet next to it, the view of several shelves with bathroom utensils and a spacious tub that was at the back of the place.

In the castle there were several bathrooms located in different places but none were as large and spacious as this one in particular.

From Crescent's point of view, bath time was total hell for the simple reason that he saw it as absolutely unnecessary.

Why take a bath every day when you can use that time to have fun and do everything you want for the entire day?

Being dirty was proof that he had had fun and he hated with all his might being forced to touch the water to end his fun. Whenever that time of day came around, he would always look for a hiding place to avoid his Uncle Dream's clutches, which sometimes worked and other times he had to submit to the consequences of being in the bathroom for hours. Just thinking about it gave him chills.

Crescent only had the courage to look at his Mother nervously, hoping that what he was planning to do wasn't what he was thinking it was. The only reason to go to the bathroom doesn't exactly have to be to take a shower, right?

It's a pity that the thoughts of the prince of nightmares turned out to be true.

The killer put Crescent down as he entered the bathroom and began to fill the tub with warm water, also adding some bubble shampoo in the hope that the little one would like it too; while he was completely unaware of what was going through the minor's mind.

He remembered the suffering on Crescent's face the night before and hoped that bath would relax him. Something in him told him that Crescent was not a child who cried for the sake of crying, thinking that perhaps there was a deeper reason for him to have such terrifying nightmares.

While Killer continued preparing the bathroom, Crescent wanted to take the opportunity to leave without being noticed but his attempts were instantly discovered for not taking into account the killer's developed senses.

"Where do you think you're going Crescent?" Killer interrupted, easily taking his bony hand.

Those words caused a chill in the minor's bones and that became worse as he felt like he was dragged to the depths of the room, he definitely didn't want to take a bath right after getting up.

"N-nuuuuuu!" He reproached, holding on to the first thing he found and trying to get out of the grip without success.

~Some time later~

"See it wasn't so bad?" The one with black tears spoke, finishing removing the traces of foam on the body of the smaller one.

Crescent did not pay much attention to his words, being very entertained by bursting several bubbles that were flying freely around the place. He consider for the first time that the experience he had had in this bathroom had been pleasant, leaving him bewildered as to why.