Sans AU One-Shots

Horror || comfort.

Pairing: Horrortale Sans x Reader
Prompt: You've been under a lot of strain lately and Nightmare keeps giving you missions until you're overworked and on the verge of collapse. Thankfully, Horror notices and does something about it.
Type: hurt/comfort, manipulative Nightmare, fanon Horror, fluff, free therapy as always, physical affection
Length: 2.3k words
Background:
Notes: Y'all are in desperate need of comfort so here I am to provide that and nothing else. This one isn't heavy on plot, just fanon Horror doing his best to make you feel better while you try to play devil's advocate. The relationship between you and Horror isn't clear so you can fill in the blanks. | Requested by a lovely reader.

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You blinked slowly at the Boss, each one taking longer and longer to reopen your eyes. Nightmare didn't seem to notice - or maybe he didn't care - as he finished explaining your next mission then sent you out of his office with a dismissive sweep of his hand.

"Hey, Boss?" Your voice was small, tired, and it pulled a displeased sneer from his teeth.

"What is it, minion?" You almost reconsidered asking because of the thunder in his tone alone, but then you steeled the remainder of your nerves and forced the words out of your mouth.

"Can I take a break?" Silence was your immediate reply. For the first couple seconds, you felt you deserved to at least ask, but at his continued silence, you wished with all your heart you could take it back.

"A break?" he repeated in a scoff. "You wish to take a break? Do you think the Stars take a break? Do you believe the positive AUs will magically turn negative by themselves?"

You retreated back into yourself as your gaze struggled to meet his. "No, I just-"

"Need I remind you of where I pulled you from? The life I have given you? The favor I have granted you? I have given you everything, yet you only ask for more." Spit flew from his mouth in anger and you took a step back unconsciously, studying the floor like it was the only reason you weren't getting screamed at right now. At your immediate backing down, he sighed, steepling his fingers and peering at you over them. "But if you must take a break, then I suppose I will grant you it. You are a weak human after all." Your head shot up, protests collecting behind your teeth, but he didn't let you get any of them out. "Be gone. I will simply ask a more dedicated and powerful minion in your stead."

"I can do it-"

"You are on the verge of collapse," Nightmare hissed. "Do not speak to me about what a human can or cannot do. I have always known you were the weakest link, yet I gave you the chance to prove me wrong. How disappointing."

"I'm sorry." Tears pricked at the corners of your eyes, but sorry wasn't enough and the Boss gestured to the door.

"Go. Get your rest, you need it." Guilt clawed up your insides but you had nothing else to say, so you did as he said, reprimanding yourself for even asking. What were you thinking? You were already on a short leash because you were human, struggling to keep up with the other minions because of your biological needs - food and rest that you never seemed to get enough of. It wasn't Nightmare's fault that you struggled to get enough sleep - he gave you 8 hours between missions so you should've been sleeping that whole time - but you were always wanting something, whether it be another bite to eat or another drink of water, and you lagged behind the skeletons because of it.

You were so lost in your own head that you didn't realize Horror was watching you until you ran into him. "Sorry," flew from your lips on instinct, your muscles tensing up in expectation of being berated again, but he only cocked his head.