Prisoner...? (Bad Sanses x Human!Reader)

18. "Finding. . . things."

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The world seemed to spin. They're all dead. ALL. OF. THEM. Y/N looked at the dust and blood on their own hands, which were shaking. What. . . what have they done? They sank to their knees, sobbing.

Dream. Ink. Swap.

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Nightmare, Error, Dust, Killer, Horror, Cross. Every. Single. One. Of. Them. Y/N had barely registered what was happening when. . . they did it. Killed them. Slaughtered them. Wet tears fell down Y/Ns face. Y/N screamed, begged, plead that they would come back. That someone would return to life, to hug them, to comfort them. SOMEONE, PLEASE.

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But nobody came.

Y/N was standing where they have been for the past 20 minutes; in front of the entrance to the dungeon. They seemed to have a. . . nightmare? While awake? The scene had played out for them like a movie. As they go to push a strand of hair out of their face, they felt something wet on their cheeks. Tears. Damn, that had to trigger something. The vision. It seemed more like a flashback than anything else, but. . . all of the dead skeletons there were here, alive and healthy. Well, as healthy as being a living skeleton can be.

They should probably move. Their legs hurt. Y/N wiped the tears off their face as they started walking around the castle. Y/N was lost in thought about the vision. Nothing triggered it. It just. . . happened. And it seemed like it was a big chunk of their past if they unconsciously started crying when they viewed it. Now more into thought about it, Y/N put a hand over their chest where their heart is. It was beating pretty fast. Strange. They felt perfectly fine. They took some deep breaths, trying to calm down the adrenaline in their body. It worked, thankfully.

Unfortunately, that was pretty concerning. If their adrenaline went up. . . then yeah, giant chunk of their past life. They sighed as they looked around, not paying attention to where they were walking. Oh shit. They got into Nightmares' office. Not his makeshift one in his room, his office office. As soon as they processed this information, approaching footsteps could be heard. They panicked, knowing that there wasn't enough time to escape the office before the owner of the room came in. They saw a random ass chest in the corner of the room. They dashed to it and lifted the lid, hopping into it. Damn how big is this thing?- Y/N closed the top and listened for Nightmare entering, or any indication that he actually came into the room.

Footsteps came into the room. Y/N had actually no idea if it was Nightmare or not, since there was literally no way of seeing out of the chest, obviously. The footsteps went to the desk and the squeak of the office chair definitely indicated that it was, in fact, Nightmare. He was going to kill Y/N if he found them.

Y/Ns arms shifted a bit, trying to get comfortable. One of their hands brushed against something that felt like a book. A small one. There was enough room for Y/N to grab the thing. The top suddenly flew open, with Nightmare's face glaring down at them. Y/N quickly hid the book, a sheepish smile on their face.

"Hi."

Y/N was thrown into the room that they were occupying. Y/N still had that book. Seemed like Nightmare didn't notice they had it. They inspected the book. It was actually a notebook, and the word "Diary" was written in cursive on the cover. Oh, they got something that's definitely going to get them in more trouble. They're going to read it later, definitely. It probably has every answer that they needed to know in there. Wait, does anyone else have a diary? They'll have to invade everyone's rooms when they're all out or something.

For now, they're sticking the diary under their pillow. Not an effective hiding place, but it is one at least. Y/N had a feeling that the gang would search their room sooner or later. Like, if they had stolen a weapon or something along the lines of that. Or the gang is just suspicious of them. That last statement makes more sense. Which in the end goes back to statement one. Oh well.

Wait, did Nightmare lock that door? Time to check. Yup. He did. Seems like they were going to be vibing in here for the meantime. Or when he realizes his diary is gone. Nightmare would definitely realize it was me who took it, as I was hiding in there, they thought.

Time to do their favorite activity. Stare at the ceiling.

Y/N didn't know they had fallen asleep when they heard loud commotion. They ran to the door, which was still locked. They're safe, right? From whatever was. . . out there.

They heard someone yell, "How the hell did he get out?!" Sounded like Dust. There were sounds of paint splashing outside the door, no doubt coming right for them. Ink got his Broomie back, and he was heading home. With them, no doubt.
Y/N looked around in a panic, looking for something to defend themselves. Lamp. Then maybe they could mimic Ink's magic again.

The door suddenly melted. Yes, melted. Y/N shrank back to the back of the room, holding the lamp like a weapon. Which was its purpose in life now. Ink stood in the doorway, staring at the space above Y/N's head. They tried to make eye contact with him, but he refused. He must of heard the conversation outside the dungeons. Well shit.
Before Y/N could register what was happening, Ink ran to them and grabbed them. He opened a portal, about to jump in when Error appeared in the doorway.

"GET BACK HERE YOU DAMN SQUID!" Ink, not listening of course, hopping into the portal with a struggling Y/N.