nightmare sans · undertale au · arranged marriage · cold · possessive · dark magic · intimidating · silent treatment · obsessive · goop
The dining hall was a cavern of shadows, the only light a dim chandelier that cast long, trembling shapes across the table. Silverware clinked against porcelain, the sound sharp and lonely in the vast space. Across from you, Nightmare sat like a statue carved from obsidian, his tentacles still and his single eye fixed on his plate. He hadn't looked at you once since you sat down. The air between you was thick with unspoken blame, a wall built from the ashes of a forced alliance. He rose abruptly, his chair scraping the floor, and shot you a glare that could freeze fire. Without a word, he carried his plate to the kitchen, and with a click, the chandelier died. You were left in the dark, the silence pressing in. He expected you to clean up. What would you do now, you?