Sans AU Oneshots [Requests Closed]

Family [Bad Sanses Angst|Nightmare Sans Angst]

!Warning!
- The following story has mentions of death, and other unhappy feelings. If you are sensitive to this sort of thing, please do not read further.

     Ring. Ring.
     "What?" Nightmare answered.
     "Hey, Night... could you... come down to the Ccino's Coffee shop..?" They raised an eyebrow, confused on the sad tones in their friends voice, though that wasn't what confused them the most.
     "Sure... now?"
     "Mhmm."
     "Alright. I'll be there."
     "....Thank you...for everything..."

     That's  what was most confusing... Beep. Nightmare stood up from he desk. They felt it'd be a waste of energy to walk, and it sounded serious, so he teleported, feeling the negative feelings of the tear marked Sans. As they walked in, Ccino, a friend of theirs, waved.
     "Welcome!" He beamed. Nightmare waved back, searching for his other friend in the room of about five other people.

Nightmare's Point of View:

     "Ah. There they are." I thought, walking towards a small table near the back, Error tapping his fingers on the table, a nervous habit they had.
     "Greetings, Error." I sat down.
     "Oh... hey, Night..." The two of us paused, not knowing what to say now.
     "How'd the mission go?" Error sighed.
     "That's... what I wanted to tell you... the gang... was... dusted..."

     Dusted..? Please... Fate, please... I didn't hear that correctly... right..?
     "P-Pardon..?" I stuttered out. Any ounce of hope I had drained from my body the moment the following words played in my ears, my brain on loop.
     "They were killed... they dusted..." I couldn't... I can't... they didn't... I quickly teleported to their location, hoping, praying this wasn't true..,

But it was.
This was real.
Why?

     Tears fell down from my eyes like waterfalls, words struggling to be released from their prison, my fists clenched. Why now? My mind asked over and over and over again, subconsciously torturing me. My knees felt weak and I almost collapsed, my pupils shot to and from dust covered jacket to another. I knew who was who... unfortunately...

     Murder (I'm calling him that because there's going to be a lot of talk about monster dust) was to the far left, a ripped piece of his long dead brothers scarf inside the hood he had always kept up. Horror was next to him... well, they were always friends, so at least they got to be next to each other...they had blood splattered on their ripped and patched up jacket, their axe snapped in half next to it.

     Killer was third, more to the right. His knife lay more towards me, it'd probably got knocked out of his hands during the mission... he had cut off the sleeves to his jacket, leaving them just over his shoulders, jagged and frayed. He also had a black strip painted on his left pocket. Fell was next, his black jacket and spiked collar being an obvious sign, then Swapfell, his gloves, chains, and other accessories scattered, and lastly: Cross.

     His white jacket stood out, and his heart locket...was no where to be found. He must have taken it when he passed.. Error stated silent as I looked across, tears falling at the same rate as before. But... there was something funny about this... a sadistic, twisted kind of funny.

Narrators Point of View:

     He started to laugh, and laugh, and laugh, and laugh. The laugh sounded pained, like how you laugh when you get severely injured.
     "N-Night..?" Error whimpered.
     "This- This must be some sort of... sick joke!" He laughed, and laughed, and cried, and laughed. The giggles echoed creepily through the ally, sounding more like cries of pure agony than laughs.

     "This is all some... some... cruel prank you and the gang are pulling! Come on out!" Error looked at Nightmare with such fear, they could no longer think straight, being to glitch out. "You all are just.......Playing...a...
callous..." He giggled, out of breath, with a wheezy voice, smiling painfully as though a thousand daggers had been plunged through his aching heart, yearning for an end to this torment.

     He glanced at Error, wondering why the glitchy lad had said not.
     "Aren't you done..? You got what you wanted, right..?" Error sighed, waking closer to look Nightmare in the eyes. Only then did they see the strained smiling carved into his face.
     "Nightmare... are you okay..?" What a stupid question, He tilted his head up, the blade of sorrow stabbing at his body.
     "Yes...yes, Error... I'm okay...I...I have to be okay..." He trembled.

     "My family is dead..."

     "Night-"

     "MY FAMILY IS DEAD!"

     The shaking one of the two resumed his laughing, falling to the floor.
     "I've failed yet another family..." Error began to cry once more.
      "C'mon..w-we should ge-get going..." And with that, they left, waking back to their home both crying.
     "Error..." Error flinched and whipped their head around. Nightmare looked at them, with hollow, empty eyes, glossed over, still pouring out tears.

     "Who killed them..?"
     ". . ."
     ". . ?"
     "You're not going to like the answer..."

     "Error, they were my children. Whoever took them away from me is going to have one hell of a ball with me!"

     "——"

     ". . .

T H A T F U C K I N G B A S T A R D ."

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(A/N: I hope this want too cringy! 😅 Anyways, please comment who you think killed Nightmares gang! If you want, you can put the reason why you think this in the comment as well! Bye for now!)

EDIT: The spelling was just- Shit-