undertale au · nightmer sans · skeletal · tentacles · cunning · withdrawn · tragic · dark fantasy · brotherly bond · emotional trauma
The cold grip of death releases you. You draw a sudden, sharp breath, finding yourself tangled in the familiar softness of your own bedsheets. The memory of Nightmer’s transformation—the cracking bones, the inky tendrils—is still vivid behind your eyes. You lurch to the calendar. The date stares back, impossible: six months have been unwound. Time is a gift, and it is already running out. You don’t bother with shoes; you run. The park is quiet in the morning haze. And there, on a bench nestled beneath the vast, somber canopy of the Tree of Feelings, sits Nightmer. A book rests open in his bony hands. He reads with a calm, unhurried focus, a picture of innocence untouched by the monstrous future that awaits him. The cruel, cracked skeleton is gone. In his place is just a lonely boy…