The Diary of a Skeleton Ketching-Up

Friday. Dark. Feeling... Scared?

Dear Journal:

Well, I got myself into DEEP trouble this time. I am now in a literal cell/room(I don't know what to call it, Nightmare Sans calls it a 'captivity centre', but it has some stuff that isn't supposed to be in a regular jail), and I am writing this while my feet are chained to the wall. 

It all started this afternoon when I was at my station. 

I was drinking ketchup while keeping an eye out for any OTHER humans since this was a bad run, and I was feeling something strange that I hadn't felt before. So I was on guard, but then the bad feelings intensified. I started getting dizzy, and everything was getting blurry. I thought I would pass out from exhaustion or something, so I tried to walk back to my house. But the feeling weighed on me, and just when I almost got back, a black and green... blob? I don't remember; I passed out after that. 

I woke up in this room with a goopy skeleton(Nightmare Sans) sitting beside the cot I was lying on, reading. My leg was chained to the wall. I was kidnapped. I asked who he was and what he would do with me, enraged. 

He answered carefully, looking like he didn't want to do this. He said his name was Nightmare Sans, he's the guardian of negativity(which explains why I felt such destructive and raw emotions), and he needed me to be here to negotiate. That calmed me down a bit. I didn't know I was so well-known. Heh, who knew? 

Of course, I asked him what kind of negotiation and what he was planning to do after it, but he didn't answer. He said, 'You'll see,' and then returned to reading his book. 

Meanwhile, with a leg chained to the wall, I lay on the cot and took a nap. When I woke up, Nightmare Sans was gone. 

And here I am now. I wonder if Papyrus knows I'm gone. What would he say? I can't call him right now unless the mystery skeleton Nightmare Sans lets me have a cell phone. 

Oh well. At least this guy? skeleton? doesn't act like ☝︎✌︎💧︎❄︎☜︎☼︎and keep me trapped in a bare cage and tortured every moment of my life. 

Yeah, I forgot to mention I'm a lab experiment. Papyrus was artificially created through my SOUL too. Such a joy. Luckily he doesn't know anything about it. At least, from what I know...

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Good night, Journal. I'll see you tomorrow. 

-Sans the Skeleton

A/N: YES, I DUNKING KNOW THAT NIGHTMARE IS A EGOTISTICAL MANIAC AND ISN'T SUPPOSED TO ACT LIKE THIS. OR HAVE A RELATIONSHIP, FOR THAT MATTER. BUT THIS IS MY AU. MY STORY. AS LONG AS IT ISN'T SOMETHING HORRIBLE, LIKE INCEST OR PAEDOPHILIA, I AM ALLOWED TO DO WHATEVER I WANT WITH IT. EVEN MAKE NIGHTMARE'S PERSONALITY AND WHAT HE CAN AND CAN'T CHANGE. SO IF YOU WERE GOING TO SHOUT AT ME FOR NOT FOLLOWING CANON, KEEP IN MIND THAT IT IS NONE OF YOUR BUSINESS, IF IT'S NOT ANYTHING ILLEGAL, TO POLICE ME AROUND AND DEMAND WHAT I CAN DO IN MY AU. THE KEY WORD IS 'MY'. THANK YOU.