Sans AUs Oneshits

The Biggest Con | Nightmare Angst

Warning : Attempts of self harm and suicidal thoughts.

Notes : For this oneshot, Passive!Noot and Corrupted!Noot the same skeleton, and Error is in the gang.

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Nightmare smiled, watching over his boys from the window of his room. Killer, Dust, Horror, Cross, and Error were all outside in the backyard of the mansion, bundled up and playing about, throwing clumps of snow at each other. They were trying to hit each other in the faces and pile snow in Horror's cracked skull. Even though most of the snow went out of his broken eye socket, all of them were cackling with laughter.

Their happiness practically radiated like a beacon of light. It was strong, and it was hurting Nightmare. But he didn't mind - he had already gotten used to feeling the overwhelming amounts of both positivity and negativity when he had become corrupted. When he had eaten the apples back in his AU, Dreamtale, he could feel the positivity and negativity more strongly than before the apple incident. Perhaps it was a side effect of the corruption - he still hadn't figured that out yet. He didn't really like going through his memories, and either ways, he didn't want to see them. It'd just trigger his trauma.

A sigh escaped from the dark skeleton. He gazed at his friends - his family - before turning away from the window as he closed the curtains. He got a feeling that the sun would shine brighter, and he didn't particularly enjoy the sunlight. It kind of.. stung, to put it simply. Not like the kind of pain when Dream managed to get a hit and embed a few of his positivity arrows into Nightmare. No, it was more like.. the kind of pain when you accidentally stab your foot against something solid.

Nonetheless, Nightmare did not enjoy bright lights, and that was final.

When he made sure that all of the curtains were closed, he sighed again and slumped down in his chair, resting his arms on his desk and laying his head down. He was tired from yet another restless night.

As much as it sounded weird, he had nightmares. Despite being the guardian, or embodiment, of negativity, he could not control dreams, nor nightmares, for that matter. All he could do was enter them and talk with the dreamer if he'd like, making them able to lucid dream if they were aware enough to know he wasn't a part of their dream. Maybe some other stuff, but he forgot.

His nightmares weren't exactly... nightmares. They were more like night terrors? Nightmare was sure they were just more terrifying versions of memories when he had been a... a weak, pathetic skeleton.

He was kind of glad that he wouldn't be able to turn to his passive form for a very long time. If he did, he'd be on the brink of death and dusting away. At least, his passive form would be gone, if he was almost in his corrupted form in time. And he needed to preserve his passive form, so he could try to heal himself wound by wound when he was alone and sure there wouldn't be any interruptions.

The turning back into his corrupted form was slow and painful as well, so he rarely tried to heal himself. Thankfully, the goop from corruption hid the wounds and scars well. It was also pretty thick and made him seem a couple inches taller than he really was. And the cool thing, as Nightmare liked to think, was that everything but his twin brother's arrows would melt into his goop. It was like quicksand, swallowing up whatever landed in it.

But it also had its cons.

They were mostly cons for Nightmare. For one, if any Sans saw goop left in their AU, they'd immediately think that he had been there. Terrorizing and killing monsters, tearing apart families, being evil and bad. Playing the role as villain.