Sans Au x Reader Oneshots

Nightmare x Ghost Reader

Nightmare x ghost reader

TW: Swearing
mentioning death and terrorism
Implied killing and terrorism
a ghost
Insanity(?)

Just so you know:
Nightmare is corrupted.
He doesn't have his gang
Story is not romantic (yet?)

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It was a beautiful day out. Birds were singing in all of their glory, happily chirping songs of love and affection. Bugs were walking and flying around, working for their queen or their needs of survival. Some small animals like mice wandered around, searching for food and other necessities for their future families and children.

In the middle of the quiet wildlife a goopy figure materialized, from seemingly nothing. Golden Arrows plagued him, as he limped towards a tree, to steady himself on his wonky footing.

"Fuck this!", the very negative, tar-covered, black skeleton yelled in despair, leaning against a large tree from the many surrounding him, tentacles swaying behind him rapidly from pain. The wildlife seemingly shrieked to life, as it began fleeing from the overwhelming fear they felt, listening to their instincts before anything else.

The plants wilted from the negative aura surrounding the skeleton, suffocating and decaying the green life to nothing but brown and bezs colors. The skeleton wasn't bothered by it though, relaxing in the growing negativity around him.

He got injured rather badly by his brother and his team when he was attacking some meaningless Swaptale copy. They just had to come to the peoples' rescue, upon feeling his presence wreaking havoc on them. At least he caused some negativity with all the destruction and killing he did.

Not even those stupid star Sanses could revive the dead.

Be it a monster, human, or other creature.

He creaked a smirk on his face, his goop slightly shining in the sun's light.. While he had injured himself in that unfair fight, two against three, he had won, in the end, accomplishing his goal.

Yes, the black skeleton had an ally. The single ally he ever had in the wretched multiverse he resided in, for not even his brother was ever his true ally.

There was this little annoying ghost haunting him since his corruption. Since the day he had not been able to feel anything but rage, anger and other negative, painful emotions. Since the very day he had become a criminal.

That ghost being you.

You didn't remember what had happened to you in the past. Not how you lived, whom you lived with or how you died. All you remembered was being stuck with the tar-covered skeleton called Nightmare.

And you watched him killing every single villager where he had been, including his brother. But even though you were very confused as to where you were, you felt nothing but blind rage towards the victims. You had yelled in anger for them to die, HATE dripping from your eyes.

It fueled Nightmare's anger, encouraging hymns and crazy laughter echoing in his head, telling him that his actions were justified. That all those demons deserved it. That they needed to die.

After the terrorism he did, Nightmare and you met for real, getting to know each other in the lands, lingering in destruction and death. Needless to say, that Nightmare wasn't exactly thrilled by the spirits' presence. Neither were you.

Though that was the past, and it had been over 500 years ago. You lost count over the many years you spent killing and destroying. At the moment, though, you watched Nightmare, slowly healing his injuries by focusing his negativity on certain places positive arrows hit. The arrows disappeared upon the negativity overflowing and shattering them in the midday sun. Those arrows were nothing less than an annoyance to the two of you.