Swap is done. His brother abused him, Dream and Ink push him past his limits then yell at him for passing out, and the AUs don't even view him a Star Sans. But he is so much more powerful than they think. So what if he joined a group of misunderstoo...
When Swap woke up, to say he was confused would be an understatement.
When he fell asleep in-front of the Bad Sanses, he was positive he would either not wake up, or be in a dark, dank, cell.
He felt like he was trapped. In his sleep dazed state, he failed to register where he was. After a few moments, he registered that he was both alive and not in a dungeon cell. He silently looked around, and noticed what he was laying in.
It's was a bed.
He was not expecting to wake up in a large bed. Bed. Not a cot. A actual bed. Like, with pillows and blankets and everything. And it was very soft. Like, really really really really really really soft. Swap was surprised he has woken up at all with his soft the bed was. Or maybe the bed wasn't soft, and the years of sleeping on a cot without blankets or pillows made anything even slightly soft way to comfortable.
Swap looked around, and through his still sleepy daze, he saw that he was in a large room. The bed he was currently lying in was in the center of the room, with a large bookshelf next to it. Next to that was a dresser. On the other wall was two doors, one with a sign that said 'bathroom' and the other which appeared to be a closet. Everything was blue themed. Different shades of blue everywhere. Next to the bed, sitting in a chair, was Nightmare. He was calmly reading a book, wearing reading glasses as his singular eye scanned the pages. Swap tried to read the title of the book, but feared that Nightmare would realize he was awake, so stayed still and silent under the very soft, warm covers.
Nightmare looked up, and looked at Swap with his cyan eye.
"Ah. So you are awake." He said calmly, his voice holding some kind of fatherly tone to it.
Swap was frozen in fear. What would Nightmare do to him? Would he torture him? Lock him up? Kill him? Use him as a hostage? He was absolutely terrified.
Nightmare chuckled. But it wasn't a sadistic chuckle. No, it was a amused chuckle.
"You don't need to be so worried, Blue. I, nor the others, will harm you."
Swap finally spoke. "What? But we're enemies...why wouldn't you harm me?"
"It's simple Blue. Me and the others saw how my brother and the creator treated you. We don't want nor need to harm you. We wish to help you. And, if your willing, join us."
Swap was even more confused then before. When he finally said something after a few minutes of silence, it was a strange thing to say.
"Can you...not call me Blue...my name is Swap.."
Nightmare raised a eyebrow (that was totally there and not just his imagination. Yep, he definitely has a eyebrow)
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Swap was worried. What if he wasn't supposed to ask for things? Dream and Ink had hated when he asked for anything. What if Nightmare was the same, or worse?
Eventually, Nightmare nodded.
"Very well then. I shall the the boys you prefer to be called Swap."
Swap sighed in relief, before asking one last question.
"Why do..you want me to join you?"
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