I am the simplest dressed nightmare lord compared to the others. Just dressed in a lab coat with a black t-shirt, black jeans, surgical gloves, a face mask, and sneakers. Those weren't the details that he cared about. It was the blood covering every inch of my clothes and exposed skin. 

My lab coat had once been white. Now, blood encrusted every inch. My hair and skin suffered the same fate. Thankfully, the face mask covered my face, and the gloves hands. Though when he gives me control. I wash everything off.

I haven't done that yet, though. Since I had to finish sewing him up. Out of the corner of my eye, I could see the twins. The one I had sewn up was standing with the support of his brother. I ignored them as I stripped off everything except my pants and sneakers.

Usually, I would strip completely. However, with these two here. I definitely didn't feel comfortable enough. I scrubbed at my chest and arms, watching as the blood of hundreds washed off me. I dunked my head under the faucet.

Trying to wash out the knots and clumps of blood. Of course, if something doesn't come out, I could cut it out. I try to keep my hair short. Still, when he has control, it ends up growing too long. I'm not really sure why I even try, though.

Not only does it grow too long, but no matter how much I wash it, the tint of red in my black hair never goes away. I washed my hair until the water no longer turned red. Then I shut it off and reach for the scissors on the counter. Hair fell to the ground at my feet as I cut it as short as I could. When I was done.

I ran my fingers through my hair, making sure I got out every knot. When I was done, I turned back to the twins. Before I could tell them they should leave before the Nightmare Master learns about them. A nightmare eye flew into the room. Instantly, I tensed up.

Expecting to hear that narcissistic asshole's voice. Instead, the eye just sat there watching us. Waiting for us to do something. I'm not sure whether I am relieved. On one hand, these two are proof that my ability might make the nightmare army he always wanted.

I mean, they've lasted longer than most others. Part of me may hope they go back to being dead. I will not kill them, though. Is it still considered killing someone after they come back to life? Anyway, on the other hand, I did not know why this nightmare eye was here staring at us. 

I didn't have much time to think about it because one of the twins noticed the eye. Without a word, he snatched it out of the air and slammed it face-first onto my table. 

"Okay, I guess that fixes that problem," I stated, staring at the pieces of what was once a nightmare eye. 

He flashed me a grin, quite proud of himself. I was surprised he didn't ask me outright if he had done a good job. I don't think their minds are the sharpest at the moment. The longer they stay alive, the sharper their minds become. However, they really shouldn't be left alone for now.  

"Do you guys want to come with me?"

They exchanged a look, thinking about it. Which meant they had enough brains to know to be cautious. 

"I'll take you to the exit."

That wasn't a complete lie. We will search for the exit; it's just more likely we will not find it. As soon as their minds are sharp enough. I will let them go their own way. It's not like they will want to stay with me. Even if the Nightmare Master made me. I am still the one who did this to them. 

I sliced them into pieces while they were still alive. Exchanging their limbs with each other. While pumping them filled with chemicals created by the Nightmare Master. I did not know what they did since no one ever survived long enough. I really should kill them. 

My gaze went over to the chemicals on the counter. More than a couple of them would react with the chemicals I had pumped inside them. It would be a lot better than their becoming the Nightmare Master's pets. I walked over to the chemicals, reaching for the beaker that held the chemical that would give them the most painless death. 

Before I could wrap my hand around it, though. The memory of my panic attack flashed in my mind. He dropped his anger at me and wrapped his arms around me to comfort me. Not even my family had ever done that. They left me alone each time to suffer through my panic attacks. 

Telling me to get over it quickly before I embarrass the family. How could I kill someone who has shown me such kindness? Instead, I picked up the beaker next to it and downed it quickly. The taste was awful, but I needed it. It's an elixir I created to stop hunger. 

Without it, I would have to eat the rotten animal corpses to survive. Then, I quickly grabbed a pair of gloves and a face mask. Without it, I could never stand the smell of what is outside the door. I still remember the first time I stepped out that door. I threw up whatever was in my stomach and locked myself in this room. 

Refusing to step outside that door the next three times, he gave me control. Technically, this was just supposed to be my punishment for not being able to create him an army. It became the place my character belongs after years of no results. If I weren't so against him knowing about the twins. 

I could contact the Nightmare Master and get myself out of this hell.