Nightmare the Ex-guardian of negativity.

Chapter 6 - Names for others?

Warning!
Self-harm (burning)

Sans fell into a liking of the castle very quickly; he loved his room because it was right next to Nightmare's, he liked being around Nightmare which was a surprise to Nightmare but he was enjoying the company. Sans didn't speak much, he listened amazing and took orders perfectly. Though when he does speak it's normally complements towards Nightmare and asking questions.

He seemed to be stealing all the knives from the kitchen... all of them, all the food knives from the drawers and all the sharp knives from the block.

"Sans!" Nightmare yells from the kitchen, he had a whole feast set out for Sans and others to eat but he couldn't cut up the beef to see if it was cooked enough.

Sans teleports to Nightmare, a sharp grin written across his face, "Yes, Nighty?" Nightmare's face lights up a deep cyan from the nickname.

"Don't call me that. Also where are the knives?" Nightmare says, pointing at the block that stood with many holes for knives just no knives, "I wouldn't be in this problem if I knew where they were but it seems that you've taken them."

"How'd you know it was me?" Sans asks, his hands intertwining behind his back and he leans closer to Nightmare, "it could've been that ghost. you know, that one that stole my socks." He points down to his bare feet.

Nightmare sighs, shaking his head, "well i'd like them returned when I come back, I have something to do." Nightmare then leaves the food out for Sans to stare at it questioningly.

"Why so much, I can't eat this much?" Sans asks just as Nightmare had gotten to the door, Nightmare chuckled and walked out. Leaving Sans to a mass of questions.

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Passive followed behind Nightmare, his steps being just a bit behind yet not showing up in the snow, "where are we?"

Nightmare grumbles a bit but replies, "we're in Dusttale, Error recommended me to go see if they're okay in here and maybe take them as a worker." Passive nods, finally admitting defeat against making Nightmare agree to be their friends.

They walked along the land, it being exactly the same as Sanses word just having a more creepy erring silence. Not even the wind blew this time.

"Hmm, it seems deserted." Passive mumbles, walking a couple steps ahead to look around.

Nightmare nods a bit but debates, "yes... yet there's a lot of negativity down here." Passive gives a quick nod before carrying on into the distance.

Nightmare takes the opportunity to go in the other direction, towards the negativity.

Passive used to be able to easily sense negativity but as they lost their body, they can't sense it in an object. They can sense negativity just it's a bit blurred for them.

Nightmare walked over to a house, old flickering Christmas lights lay across the roof and windows. It looked deserted except the faint glow of a candle light from inside, actually there were two pale glows.

Nightmare slowly and cautiously creaks the door open, to see another monster. He had a grey hood over his skull and was sat infront of one of the two candles, he had one of his hands holding onto the bottom of the candle and was hesitantly bringing it closer to his free hand which was spread out to grab something.

Nightmare had noticed that the other hasn't seen his presence and was intrigued by what he was doing so didn't stop him.

Nightmare watched as the skeleton brought the candle above his hand and tilted it a bit, allowing the boiling wax to fall onto his palm. The skeleton winces in pain and quickly shakes his hand away from the boiling wax. He crawls over to the wall and grips against his hood, bursting into a hysteria of tears.