Sans AU Oneshots [Requests Closed]

After [Angst]

A/N: After was Error's nickname before they were recoded/became the glitch we all know and love.

"Who the fuck are you?!" After, or whatever became of them yelled out, tying me up in blue strings. "Wh-What..?" "I said who are you?!" I paused. Who was I? I was their best friend. I was with them before genocide, before everything... "You don't...remember me..?" They looked at me, still surprised, confused, angry. "Of course not! I've never met you!" . . .They. . .They don't remember me. . .

What a joke.

I laughed. I didn't think this was funny. No, far from it. Before this awkward scenario, I was just visiting my friend, After. I walked into their anti void, and saw them bleeding, crouched on the ground, crying, glitching, screaming. They were being re-coded. Re-coding is a painful process, and not one that happens often. It isn't rare, but it's not normal. I rushed over to him, yelling out his name, holding him and trying to stop the bleeding. He was fully re-coded now. A whole different person. I had read up on it a little, but none of my studies said that they wouldn't remember me. Their best friend. "Why are you laughing?! This isn't funny!" My laughter came to a stop. "No...No it isn't...but you don't remember me...what more can I do?" I chuckled. ". . .You. . .You're laugh is familiar. . ."

A glimpse of hope, a beacon of light descending upon us. I didn't waste a second asking, telling him stories and questions about our past. Soon enough, they had most memories, and that was enough. We talked for a little, trying to recall things we had said. But, eventually, it was time for me to leave, and I came back home. Dream had passed out, and was curled up in his 'cape'. I laid next to him, and before I knew it, he cuddled into my lap. It took a bit, but I fell asleep as well, drifting off into a world where everything was calm, fireflies floating around, me, Dream, After, and the others just sitting together. A chilly night.

But that was a long, long while ago. Allow me to introduce myself, my name is Nightmare. I am the God of Negativity and the prince of Dreamtale. It's horrible to see you, but to avoid an awkward situation, I'll lie and tell you what a pleasure it is to have you here. Before we continue, let's do a quick little story time, shall we?

Fear. That's it. All I could feel was fear, anxiety, drowning me in a sea of sorrow. One apple, two apples, three apples, one hundred apples, before I knew it, a black liquid, otherwise known as hate spilled from my eyes. Then mouth. Then an appendage shot throw my back, causing—both literal and figurative—blinding pain. I could hear screams, feet running, panting, and other voices muttering: "Monster."

Narrators point of View:

'I should check on Nightmare..' Error opened a window, and scanned Dreamtale. Everything was dead. Blood everywhere, and no live person in sight. "NIGHTMARE?!" They yelled out, jumping through, and rushing around to find him. "No, no, no, no..." They muttered, looking around. "Nightmare?!" "He's dead..." Someone whimpered behind the glitchy skeleton. "What..?" "Nightmare is dead...he-" Error broke down before the voice could finish. Sobbing, shaking, gasping for their breath. "N-No..."

Nightmares Point of View:

I watched behind some thick trees as Error cried. They think I'm dead... that's for the better...I wandered off. Someday, someday I'll talk to them again. Until that day, I need to leave. Now.

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A/N: Sorry, it's a bit short. I've noticed I'm a lot better at writing angst verses other genres. Until next time!