Empireverse! Nightmare sans x Anarchist! Reader

Chapter 3

 Nightmare's POV

A few hours have passed since Y/N has fallen asleep, I had sensed a huge amount of negativity radiating off of them before they fell asleep. Propping my skull on my hand, I let out a sigh, glancing down at the countless amount of paperwork on my desk. I couldn't stop thinking about human. I was deeply curious as to what they were dreaming about, so I entered their dreams.

Y/N was in a field with long grass that danced with the wind, not a tree in sight. The sun was setting in the distance. The field in their dream put me off because everything was shades of gray, black, and white. I turned my gaze to the human. They were the only thing in the field with color. They were wielding a sword of some kind. I noticed another figure in front of them. I discreetly made my way over to the human to get a better look. The figure that they were pointing their sword at was...me?

A look of pure hatred was on the human's face, their glowing e/c eyes glaring daggers at the other me. With a swift motion of their sword, the other me was beheaded. Sudden sharp pains in my head made me clutch at my skull, growling. It felt like someone was stabbing me in the head over and over. The human heard my growl of pain and their head shot in my direction, still glaring harshly. My sockets widened as they charged at me. I dodged quickly and used a tentacle to throw them onto the dirt. The world around us began to fade as the human woke up.

I snapped back to reality, transported out of the dream, my breathing harsh. I clawed at the sides of my skull as my soul pounded against my ribcage.

What was that?

Your POV

As I drifted off to sleep, I was transported to a monotone field. I sword in my grasp. The king stood before me, a smug grin on his face. I glared at him and lunged at him, swiftly swinging my sword at his neck, slicing his skull off his shoulders. His head fell to the ground and turned to dust, along with his body. A wave of powerful feelings washed over me. A growl of pain from my right made me turn my head quickly.

The king was there again, clutching at his dark skull. He had his socket squeezed shut and a pained expression on his face. He realized he had made quiet a loud noise and his eye shot open. His pinprick landed on me and his eye widened.

I lunged at him, preparing to strike him again. A tendril snaked out from behind him and grabbed me, slamming me down harshly. The world around me crumbled as I woke up, quickly sitting up and grabbing at the blanket. 

What was that dream?  

I shook my head, if only if it was real. I chuckled, standing up. I stretched my stiff arms, letting out a sigh. I glanced down at the bowl of 'food', my stomach growling. There is no way in hell I'm gonna eat that. I'll wait till Cross comes back and demand- er, ask for some real food. 

I heard shuffling on the other side of the metal door and shifted my attetion to the noise. It swung open violently and the King stomped into the room and grabbed me with one of his tendrils. He shoved me against the cold stone wall and got close to my face, his cyan eye piercing my e/c eyes. His glare made me shiver. 

I studied his face, I hadn't seen him up close like this. He had goop covering up his right eye, his other eye was a stunning shade of dark cyan. His crown rested neatly on top of his skull. He didn't look half bad for a skeleton.

I want to cut that pretty skull off his shoulders. 

I snapped out of my thoughts as his tentacle squeezed me tightly, making me gasp. A deep growl left his throat.

"What the fuck did you do to me?" He rasped, clearly pissed. "W-What?" I asked, struggling to talk because his tentacle was squeezing me so tight. 

"Your goddamn dream did something to my head!" He yelled at me, making me flinch at the venom laced tone. "Calm your non-existent ass down, I don't know what your talking about." 

He huffed, not pleased with my answer. "I entered your dream and it screwed with my head!" Nightmare shouted again. I shrugged. "It was just a dream, I had no control over it." He loosened his grip. "You chopped my head off in your dream and now my life started  flashing before my eyes! I'm feeling indescribably awful! " He complained. "Too bad it didn't fall off." I joked, laughing. He did not find this funny. "Make it stop!" He pleaded, clearly in pain. I got serious. "Look, I don't know what I did but I swear it wasn't on purpose." I said, calmly.  He shoved me against the wall again. 

"Figure it out, and fix it before I slice your head off."