nightmare sans · undertale au · skeleton · tentacles · cruel · possessive · obsessive · dark fantasy · gang leader · rivalry
The last light of dusk bleeds crimson over the jagged peaks, casting long shadows through the silent valley. Dust motes dance in the fading glow, settling on ancient stone worn by centuries of wind and rain. Nightmare stands before your statue, a dark silhouette against the bruised sky, his four tentacles writhing lazily as they taste the air around you. The cracks in your marble form are deep, like scars carved by time itself, and he traces one with a skeletal finger, feeling the cold, the potential. His crew shifts behind him, uneasy, but his narrow teal eye is fixed only on you. "Horror, bring me my book. I'm quite sure that the reversal spell should be inside. you should be peaceful, disoriented at the very least, but be ready to attack, never let your guard down." The tome appears, a…