(Requested by: @KawwaiPotato666 )

(You have the tail and scaling similar to the image above.)

Author's P.O.V.

Never underestimate the power of throw away words. They may mean nothing when they are said, but the receiver of those words may not see that. Mistreating people for their differences makes others feel worthless for what they are. They feel as if they aren't good enough; unworthy of anything but mistreatment. Hatred and discrimination for uniqueness, such disgusting actions.

Sadly, this is all the girl knows. Born into the human race as a hybrid and persecuted for her heritage. She never chose to be born the way she was and yet she's called a monstrosity. (Y/N) was ostracized from her hometown around the age of seven because of her 'abnormalities' being too obvious to hide. No one tried to raise the poor girl, or save her from her mistreatment; not even her own mother. That woman had abandoned her years before; leaving her defenseless in an alleyway, resting on a trash bag.

Never having a true home, the girl raised herself on the streets. (Y/N) raised herself there for years. The young girl often finds herself scavenging the alleyways for scraps of food and old, tattered blankets for warmth. Her 'home' was an abandoned alley hidden behind a pastry shop. The alley was infested with rats and overrun by trash bags filled to the brim with garbage.

Waking from her short rest, (Y/N) swats several rodents off of herself and begins to hiss at them. Her fangs showing prominently as her eyes shine in the darkness of early dawn. Tail raised high above her head and her wings spread out as far as they could go, attempting to make herself look much bigger than she actually was. Being only a child, her size wasn't very impressive. She was actually much smaller than she was supposed to be, but living on little to nothing changes a lot about a person.

As the rodents scurry away the girl begins to relax. She yawns widely, still tired from her nap. Her head then quickly turns towards the sound of a loud argument taking place around the corner. Forgetting her tiredness, (Y/N) makes her way closer to the ruckus. Her eyes then find themselves staring at a short, well dressed skeleton. His purple and gold attire catching her attention before anything else.

Nightmare, still arguing with the woman in front of him, has no clue that a child is watching. His tone is much harsher than his usual, quiet voice. The woman before him had made some very snide comments about who he is and he was tired of it. Saying the skeleton was upset is an understatement. He is absolutely livid and has finally surpassed his breaking point.

"I may not give you the dreams my brother does, but that gives you no right to treat me like filth! I can't control the natural flow and what must and mustn't happen! I have my own responsibilities, just like everyone else! Next time you want to mock and pick on me because I create nightmares, then you'll have another thing coming when you fall asleep." He threatens, walking away from the absolutely stunned woman.

Only then does Nightmare notice the small child peaking around the corner with wide, doe eyes. The salty liquid begins to gloss over the child's eyes as she begins to back away. What Nightmare doesn't know, is that she isn't afraid of him; not at all. She afraid of the yelling, pointing, and glaring coming from both him and the woman. As the young prince begins to slowly walk towards her, he notices her shaking  violently.

The tatters that she calls clothing barely shielding her skin from the frigid breeze. Beneath the torn fabric was splotches of scales that matched the coloring of her tail and wings. Gently, Nightmare held his hand out and smiled. "I'm sorry I scared you. My name is Nightmare, but please don't be afraid. I would never hurt you for any reason." Still wary of the skeleton, (Y/N) steps forward and lays her hand on his palm. Her hand easily getting swallowed by Nightmare's in comparison.

"O-ok..." She responds, tail swishing furiously with anxiety. "I promise, I won't hurt you. What is your name?"

"Name?" She questioned, not understanding. "What do you go by?"

"Oh... my blanky said it was (Y/N)." The child then pulls out a dirtied, aged blanket for a baby. The color, which was once a soft white, had turned yellow and brown and the sent reeked of garbage. Nightmare immediately knew she was homeless and he couldn't abandon her to the streets.

"Would you like something to eat?"

"My tummy hurts..."

"Then follow me. I'll take you somewhere warm and give you something to eat."

"Mr. Nightmare..."

"Yes?"

"Thank you..."

"For what?"

"For being nice to me."

"We shouldn't judge someone for what they look like. Just because we look different, doesn't mean we aren't similar."

"Thank you."

Before Nightmare could take a step towards his destination, the young girl latched onto his leg and nuzzles it with tears running down her grimy cheeks. "Thank you."

(It's been a bit, but I'm proud of this fluffy shot. I think it was cute. I hope you all enjoyed! 💙💙💙 )