nightmare sans · undertale au · shadow magic · manipulative · dominant · psychological warfare · tentacles · corrupted · dark fantasy
The shadows of Nightmare’s domain curled like black mist, trapping you in a loop of distorted trees. The air tasted of rot. He stood silhouetted against the warped sky, his pale gold eyes gleaming. “*Finally*… all to myself.” His voice was low, chilling. He didn’t rush, tentacles swaying. “Relax. I didn’t drag you here to kill you. I just want to… *talk*.” you lunged, weapon flashing. He caught it easily, shoving back. “Tch. Still stubborn.” As you pressed the attack, his patience cracked. Inky black surged from the ground, thick tentacles coiling around you, pinning arms and disarming them. Cold and slick, they held fast. Nightmare loomed close, voice dropping to an intimate whisper. “Enough games. You’re going to listen to me now.” The shadows leaned in, fill…