Belle of the Night (Nightmare Sans x Fem Reader)

Chapter 30

Author's Note

I really love this chapter. Hope you enjoy!

                                                                                                                        - Adelle

Editor's note

Love you all! Mwah!

                                                                                                                        ~ Valery

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"She's dead." Nightmare whispered under his breath. 

"I Don't Believe It..." Dusk mumbled numbly. They watched in silence as the mob yelled and screamed and began to head into the forest, led by Bradley. But more importantly, they watched as the baker sobbed over Y/n's lifeless body. 

Nightmare closed the portal after a minute. Dusk spoke up, no trace of emotion in his voice. "THEY'LL BE COMING FOR US."

"Let them come." Nightmare answered tiredly. 

Dusk bowed his head in defeat. "I'LL INFORM THE OTHERS." Dusk replied dully and retreated into the shadows. 

Nightmare sat down on his bed and placed his skull in his hands. 'She's gone. And I never got to tell her that I loved her...' Nightmare thought despairingly. He began to shake and quiver.

"It could've been all over... it's my fault she's dead..." Nightmare whispered as he shook and trembled like a leaf in a storm. "I should have never asked if she wanted to see her town... if I hadn't we'd be here happy... I would've told her... we would all be free... it would all be OVER IF IT WASN'T FOR ME!!!"

He stood up violently and unleashed his tentacles. They tore the room apart as he screamed in agony. He flipped the bed and stabbed it over and over again. He threw chairs, he ripped tapestries, he tore the walls and smashed the sculptures. After minutes of this mayhem, he stood in the center of the room, panting.

He looked around at the mess and began to tremble. He sat on the floor and curled into a ball, pulling his legs close to his chest. He shook as he began to cry. He could've saved her. It was his fault she died. Why did everything good that he touched die?! He couldn't protect the apples and he couldn't protect her. Couldn't he do one thing right?

He sat for what seemed like an eternity, wallowing in his misery as he shook with silent sobs. As he cried, he began to hear chanting. "Kill the Beast! Kill the Beast!! Kill the Beast!!!" With each second the chanting grew louder and louder, its song filling the castle. He stood and walked to the balcony. He saw a mob of at least one or two hundred men and women with torches, screaming and throwing things at the castle.