{Old} A Change In Nature (Nightmare!Sans x Reader)

Chap. 5: The New Job

(There will be some fluff and a bit of a jelly Nightmare.( ͡° ͜ʖ ͡°))

Nightmare's POV:

I don't know why, but I have this strange giddy feeling from her delicate grip on my hand as I lead her down the hallway, Cross following closely behind. I'm going to have to search in my library for the reasoning as to why she has these odd effects on me and why my soul seems to want to stay by her side later.

When I return my thoughts to the present situation, we had finally reached the door of the room that I was wanting to show her. The room that she will, more likely than not, spend the majority of her time.

(Y/n)'s POV:

He had stopped us at this large door at the end of the hallway, it's frame looming over our heads. I was about to ask where the door led to till I saw that the design that was engraved onto the surface of the large oak doors. A forging hammer over an anvil.

"No way." I uttered under my breath, a large smile stretching it's way across my face. Nightmare chuckled and remarked, "Oh, so you know what this room is? Heh, and I thought that I'd surprise you by- Ooof!"

I was so ecstatic that he showed me this room that I cut him off from finishing his sentence by wrapping my arms around him in a bear hug, Nightmare going completely stiff in my grip. "Thank You Thank You THANK YOU!!" I repeated, practically vibrating in my excitement(Temmie?). When I had finally realized that my excitement got the better of me, I let him go and gave him a bit of space. "Sorry, my bad." I mumbled, a bright red hue spreading across my cheeks.

I heard Cross snort, Chara bursting out in a fit of laughter right beside him. When I looked up to see what they were laughing at, my blush got worse, spreading it to the rest of my face.

Nightmare's entire face was glowing a bright cerulean blue, some of it reflecting off of the polished stone walls. By this point, I had realized that it was his version of a blush(she had asked Cross about it earlier in the middle of the time skip in the last chapter). He seemed to be frozen in place as it only seemed to worsen the more I stared.

I groaned in embarrassment, crouching down as my own red hue seemed to worsen in unison with his. "That was stupid. I shouldn't of done that. I really should think before I act more often." I mumbled, hiding as much of my face behind my knees as I could.

Nightmare's POV:

I froze. I tried to move but my body absolutely refused to listen. My soul throbbed almost painfully in my rib cage, seeming to be rubbing against the inside of my sternum as it seems to be attracted towards (Y/n). "That was stupid. I shouldn't of done that. I really should think before I act more often." (Y/n) mumbled, snapping me back to attention. She was curled up behind her knees, her cheeks a bright crimson as she tried to hide her blush.

"You're fine." I responded, turning to the side sheepishly. "I have my moments of taking action without processing the situation first as well. I knew that you would like to have time to forge,... I simply didn't think that you would be that ecstatic about it."

I tucked my tentacles behind my back as I started to push the door open. She stood up, slightly bouncing on her heels as the blush quickly receded from her cheeks. 'She can be so cute sometimes' I thought, a small smile making it's way across my face. My thoughts were interrupted as my soul gave a particularly hard throb, hitting my spine and causing me to flinch.

(Y/n) visibly grew concerned from seeing me flinch and asked, "Are you okay? I didn't bruise you when I hugged you had I?" Cross shared the look of concern mixed with a hint of curiosity, though it quickly turned into a 'you can tell me later' look that he tended to get since I titled him as my right hand.

"I'm fine, nothing to worry about. I simple thought that the hinges would be oiled better, that's all." I partially lied as the door groaned on it's hinges. She cringed at the loud complaints of the squeaky hinges, but her worry seemed intent on having me tell her the strange issue that I seem to be having as it quickly flashed back on her face. She seemed to see through my partial lie but accepting that I didn't want to talk about it. Though, her excitement returned soon after she saw the forge that was on the other side.

Her eyes lit up like stars when she saw that I had managed to smuggle some of the items of her old forge that was at her shabby home(He had grabbed them after he chewed out Horror and Killer, whooping their (non-existent)butts for 'harassing' him.). She turned to me but seemed to hesitate and calmed herself down before saying, "Thank you."

I slightly rose my brow bones as her eyes changed from their normal dark brown to a bright silver, the same as the silver trait that was on her soul. Compassion. Cross seemed to notice as well with how his eye lights practically projected his fascination and awe.

"Um, guys? What are you staring at? Is there something on my face?" (Y/n) asked, snapping Cross and I from our stupor as we realized that we were staring. "It's nothing." we replied in unison.

"Ehem!" I cleared my throat. "Anyways, moving on. I was thinking that you could be the blacksmith for my allies to give us more of an edge in this 'predicament' that we've been having as of late. If this doesn't cause you any problems in the least of course."

Her eyes then switched to a gold color, another of her soul traits, hope, as she smiled. "It's not a problem at all! I'll do my best!" she replied.

"Did I hear something about a blacksmith?" Killer asked as he peeked his head in from the doorway. I audibly sighed as he walked up to (Y/n), once again asking a question. "Hey newbie, is that what you're going to be? A blacksmith?" "Yep!" she casually replied.

"Sweet! I've been meaning to get myself a new knife! What kind of weapons can you make?" Killer asked excitedly. (Y/n)'s eyes seemed to sparkle at meeting another person that likes weapons. She started going on and on about the different weapons that she has made before and started to list off the different weapons that she would like to make.

I of course didn't pay much attention to their conversation. All that I could focus on was the fact that (Y/n) was smiling at Killer. For some odd reason, seeing that he was making her happy instead of me, it made me furious. Just as the thought of snapping Killer's neck started to sound like a good idea, Cross managed to cut in before my anger got the better of me and I lashed out at Killer for simply making (Y/n) smile.

"I believe you owe me an explanation." he whispered, leaning close to the side of my head where my ear would be. I nodded, told Killer to keep a good eye on (Y/n), and followed Cross out the door.

(And there is the new chapter! Hope you liked it and I'll (metaphorically)see you next time! Though I'm rather surprised that so many people are reading this already. You people spoil me too much >0< I don't deserve this many people liking my crummy story!)