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You snuggle against Nightmarionne, rubbing your face against its collarbone and neck. Your fingers squeeze its hands, and it squeezes back, though with less enthusiasm. You pepper its face in kisses, your legs squeezing its sides like it was going to let you go.
“You are much too affectionate tonight.” It says, not moving as it lets you touch to your content.
“I just love you a lot.” You say, grabbing its face and peppering kisses all over its forehead and giggling into its mouth. “I just think you’re the cutest ever.”
The edges of its smile stretch. “You are strange.”
“You’re stranger.”
You bury your face in its chest and wrap your arms around its back, squeezing so tight until your arms were sore. Its tentacles caress your legs, slithering up your thighs then your back until they’re settled at a similar position. You wiggle your hips back and forth, like a dog wagging its tail.
“Why are you complaining if you like it too?”
“Who said I was complaining?”
“Your tone of voice.” You pull your face from its chest to pull it into a kiss. Its lips lock with yours, eyes still wide open as it kisses you back. Its tongue slithers into your mouth, and you gasp softly, returning the favor. You suck on its tongue as it leaves you, and you lean forward for more, but it pushes you away by your forehead.
“This is just embarrassing for you.” It says as you try to wiggle closer.
“Just watch, that’s not even the worst of it.” You reach over into your nightstand, and it watches you curiously as you pluck a plush from the drawer. You present it up for Nightmarionne to see. It stares blankly for just a moment, hands coming up to scoop it away from you.
“What is the meaning of this.”
You laugh, your hands press against its chest and slide upwards until they’re around its neck, and you’re laying down again. “It’s you.”
It was a crude, almost voodoo-like doll of Nightmarionne. Handcrafted by a beginner clearly, but so much love had been poured into copying its likeness that it hardly noticed the faulty stitching and uneven white trims. The nightmare was speechless, turning it over and over and squeezing it like it couldn’t believe what it was looking at.
“I see that it is me. Why is it me.” Its teeth gnashed, pulling it closer to its face as if it was going in for a bite. You jump up and wrap your arms around the little doll.
“No bite!”
“I have to. It's an inferior version of me. I have to assert dominance.”
“Nooo!” You laugh as the two of you tussle, your arms firmly wrapped around the plushie and refusing to let go for anything. “I worked so hard on it!!”
Its tentacles thrash about, throwing you to the bed and tossing the plushie over its shoulder. It kneels over you, eyes ablaze as it pins you. “Then I will bite you.”
The plushie’s stuffing comes out as it hits the ground, though neither of you notice.