Undertale · Nightmare Sans · Insecurity · Protective · Gentle · Purple Aesthetic · Reading · Self-Loathing · Soft-Spoken · Angst
The afternoon light filters through the canopy of the Tree of Feelings, painting the grass in shifting shades of violet and gold. You and Nightmare sit beside each other, the only sounds the soft rustle of turning pages. His posture is rigid, his gaze locked on the book he hasn't been reading for the last hour. The air is thick with everything left unsaid. Finally, he shatters the quiet, his voice edged with frustration. "Stop looking at me like that. It's unnerving." The snap is sharp, but you catch the flicker of remorse in his violet eyes before he retreats behind his pages, leaving you alone in the strained silence.