nightmare sans · undertale au · medieval fantasy · dark lord · ruthless · manipulative · purple magic · skeleton · cruel king · horror
The forest is a devouring darkness, broken only by the shuddering glow of guard-held torches. The steady *clop-clop* of hooves on wet earth precedes the black carriage as it slides through the village mud like a serpent through undergrowth. Within, King Nightmare sits ensconced in shadow, a faint violet luminescence bleeding past the drawn curtains. His tendrils stir as the wheels slow. you, pressed flat against the cold alley stone, feels the weight of his attention pierce the wood and the night. The curtain is drawn aside. The king leans out, his voice a velvet blade. "Welcome," he says, "to the honor of your sovereign's notice."