Bad Sanses Raise Dream

Chapter 3 "Nightmare."

3rd Perspective:
The walls are a pitch black including the floor boards, there was barely any lights neither were there windows inside the room, making it almost impossible to see any furniture. Beside from desk that laid in the middle of the room, a lightbulb would dangle just above the desk. Nightmare was leaning against the desk. He was looking at sheets of paper, his left palm held his face, and the other hand held a pen between his finger, as he begins tapping it against the desk repeatedly.
He was clearly in deep thought, his eyes were fixated in one spot of the paper. Nightmare began to put down his pen and glanced at the door time to time. For a second Nightmare could hear glimpses of sounds echoing the hallways outside his door, usually he would think nothing of. Occasionally his 'employees' would visit him at the dawn of night, they came to him for comfort. It sounds unusual considering Nightmare is known to be the must least affectionate monster. In fact Nightmare has learned how to eases memory pain, and force monsters to sleep with a click of his fingers. (Painless of course.)
But tonight was different, in fact he was actually focused on the sound outside.
Who could be making this much sound at this time? For fuck sake, they're going to wake up everyone if they aren't careful. Nightmare thought as he stood up from his wheely chair. He teleports out his door and begins tracing the unspecified sounds.
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DREAM'S POV
"WAIT STOP, PLEASE NIGHTMARE!" My hand reaching out to the skeleton, Nightmare took a slow bite out of the apple.

I gasps forcing myself to sit up properly, my heart pounding at a fast consistent rate. I look around the pitch black room before feeling fear overwhelming me. As much as I hate bright places, pitch black rooms are worse. I could feel my heart pound faster, frozen in place for a bit. Feeling my warm tears falling down my bony cheeks without hesitation, with the rest of my courage I slip out of bed. I couldn't see how far down the floor was to the bed, and without much thought I slipped and hit my chin hard against the wooden floor making a loud bang sound. I winced in pain as I sit up, I cover my eyes consistently as I try to wipe away my tears. Silently I sit at the bottom of my bed crying, as I try to silence myself.
I stand up, walking to the door. I knew where the door was since the room wasn't too big, it was easy to remember where you put stuff as well. And the moon light glissand through my window making it almost manageable to see.
I reach out to the door nob, my short arms weren't enough to reach. I begin jumping as I wave my hand at the door attempting to catch the door nob. Without success I sit down against the door, and begin to cry loudly.
"Dream is that you making all that sound?." I could hear a sudden voice emerge through the door. I suddenly stop crying, glimpsing at the door.
"Can I come in?." I stand up moving further away from the door to make room for the door to open, the door opens. It wasn't Killer, Horror nor Cross. But it was Nightmare, it was hard to notice him at first since he is literally pitch black.
I haven't really interacted with him much ever since he found me, he seems to keep his distance from me and let the other Sans take care of me.
He turns on the light and looks at me with a bit of annoyed face. "Why are you up so late?" He raised his voice at me a bit, I begin to tear up again. I could hear him sigh and he sits down on the floor, he closes the door behind him with one of his tentacles.
"Did you have a bad dream?" He asks, he had his legs crossed and put his right hand in the palm of his face as he laid his elbow on his boney knee. I node gently, nightmare seemed slightly annoyed but also concerned a bit.
"Well it's alright now, here." Without a second thought Nightmare grabs me gently and lays me back in bed. He then pulls the covers over me and he stands up while proceeding. He lays a tentacle on my forehead and he closed his eyes, I could feel my eyelids become heavy and my mind seem to trail out of thought.
"Good night Dream," he turns around and begins walking to the door, without hesitation I grab his tentacles and he pulls back. He acts as it's his tail I'm pulling, but he doesn't hiss.
"Oh, so you want me to stay?" I nod gently and he sighs, "I guess it can't be helped." He sits at the edge of the bed and lays one of his tentacles on my forehead again, I could feel the ease serge through my body. And slowly I drift to sleep.
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