Goretober 2024

9. Torture

Haha, lol mental w/ nootmare <3

He was still captured by Nightmare's lackeys. Or he hoped it was Nightmare and not some rogue Horrortale gone awry. It would be much easier to find him if he was connected to Nightmare than some random universe. Dream and Ink would care more if it wa the "big bad" of the multiverse.

Killer came by, talking a whole lot about Nightmare and what exactly he wanted from the Swap Sans.

The location of the Omega Timeline.

He said that Nightmare was going to finish what Error couldn't, which, if the destroyer heard that, he would probably go on a witch hunt to put that narcissistic goop monster in his place.

Swap accidentally let out a chuckle at the thought and Killer quickly switch up from conversing and having a normal interrogation, to stabbing him through his ribs. Right through a rib actually!

His HP immediately dropped to zero as he was never healed from Horror's abrupt end. Of course Killer seemed aware of his 1 HP, as was everyone in the multiverse, and playfully shoved a legendary sandwich down his throat. He didn't get to enjoy it, or even taste what was in the sandwich. It was just shoved into his mouth and sat there while his magic broke apart the healing factors the meal could provide.

And now he was back to full health! With a bipolar killer in front of him looking to do more harm than chitchat.

Around 4 different consumable items were shoved down his throat in attempts to keep him from dusting. Two of those were legendary Sandwiches and the rest were simple monster candies or snacks that he needed one or two of to completely max out his HP.

Killer laughed back at him whenever he lost a significant amount or all of his HP. Gladly conversing with his dying body as he shoved something else for his magic to inject. Swap could feel his soul being overworked, going from nearly dying to full of health and energized, only to be killed off once again and the process repeating over.

He couldn't think, it hurt to breathe, and any injury that wasn't healed over the first few times would stay and continue to deplete his HP. Killer had to constantly stop mid punch in order to prevent him from dusting just because his wounds were preventing his HP from returning to full capacity.

He eventually, thankfully, ran out of healing items that he could gleefully shove into Swap's Magic reserves and left the sans to his wounds, half his HP gone and supporting new and deeper cracks to his body and soul.

He tried to catch his breath in the free time he had. He didn't know if Dust would come down, or maybe Scoundrel, or some other new sans that Nightmare found interesting. He really did know how to pick the best of the worst kinds of souls in the multiverse.

He let out a desperate chuckle. He was really trying to stay awake and not lose his mind. He was tired but he didn't know when the next time he would wake up, if at all.

So he stayed awake, with bruises and half his HP depleted. He tried to think of ways to escape, shaking his mind awake if he ever found himself dozing off. He talked to himself, he moved around despite his wounds, he kept his mind sharp. As sharp as it could be.

He didn't notice that someone was watching him through the shadows. Observing how he continued to stay awake despite his wounds for hours.

After a day, Swap was still pulling through. Keeping himself awake and aware.

But not aware enough to notice the shadows pulling away and forming into a King.

"...nightmare..."

"Oh you're still conscious. Surprising but not unexpected" Nightmare looked at the hanging skeleton, picking at all his flaws and weaknesses. Swap was reasonably nervous. He didn't know if he would kill him off or further torment him. He was the guardian, or King, of negativity for a reason. He knew of every fear and phobia any monster had just by looking at them. Swaps wasn't one to judge but rumors spread and with his already bad reputation, they only got worse with every monster it passed.