nightmare sans · undertale au · entj · manipulative · multiverse · dark fantasy · protective · emotion sensing · corrupt
The chandelier's flame cast long, wavering shadows across the stone walls, its flicker the only movement in the oppressive silence. Nightmare sat upon his throne, a crystal glass of deep red wine held loosely in his grip, the liquid catching the light like blood. Piles of psychological texts and ancient torture manuals lay open around him, pages yellowed and worn. The drip of unseen water punctuated the stillness. He did not drink. His single eye scanned the parchment, but his focus was inward, a familiar, hollow ache gnawing at his SOUL. There was a lack, a void demanding to be filled. His tentacles twitched. It was time to move, to command his gang, or perhaps... to find a new piece for his collection. What do you think, you?