Not all Nightmares are Bad (Nightmare Sans x Reader)

The Fight

     As you walked down the street to where Ink had left you, you began to wonder how he would know that you were ready to be picked up. But even you knew that those thoughts were only a distraction from the darker ones lurking in the back of your mind. 'What if..... what if Nightmare gets hurt...? What if he gets hurt and I can't save him...?'  What if, what if, what if... They swirled around your head, questions you couldn't answer came one after another, each proceeding the last with a burning fury, a frenzied rush, that left you dizzy if you even tried to focus on it. So you decided not to. You pushed them all to the back of your mind where they sat and simmered for a while.

     A light breeze blew through the town, rustling the leaves of the trees that lined the street. You walked down the road alone, not a single soul to be seen other than the birds singing their song and the flowers blooming on the ground in their vibrant bursts of yellow, red, and blue. You had always been attracted to the blue flowers seeing as they had some... special traits... that apparently only you and a few others knew of. When you were younger, you would come to the park every spring, when the flowers were in full bloom and grew in clusters around the area. Every time you came you would not speak, oh heavens no you would not speak, but you would listen. The flowers always had something to say, something new, something different from the last time. The things you heard ranged from whispered confessions of love, to heart-wrenching breakups, to lighthearted conversations between friends. Sometimes you would leave your own message, sometimes you would not. Sometimes you would give careful advice to those who spilled their soul to the delicate flowers, sometimes others would give advice to you. Today when you listened, you heard a familiar voice who, apparently knowing of the flowers and the messages left and advice given, had left his own problem.

    "So... there's this girl..." it started off awkwardly, "...and I'm really not sure how I feel about her... When she's gone, I'll think of her as the best friend a guy could ever have, but when she's with me? I feel like I can't help but to smile... like nothing could go wrong when she's by my side... like I would be the happiest guy in the world if she would just stay there for the rest of time..." This voice sounded familiar to you, but you thought nothing of it as you continued to listen. "And when she gets hurt? All I feel is anger, an uncontrollable rage at the person who dared to harm her. When I'm like this, only she can calm me down, but..." The voice trailed off, as if unsure of what it wanted to say next. "I have all these strange, new feelings, and I'm not sure how to deal with them. Are these normal feelings between friends? Or... do I think of her as something more...?" they finished. The voice sounded small, unsure, and open to suggestions. Somehow, it reminded you of some of the mental struggles you were facing now. As you waited for Ink, you bent down, your hands on your knees, and whispered your advice to the little delicate flower.

     "Well," you began, "if the feelings you're talking about are true, and I'm assuming they are, then it may be possible that you feel something a bit deeper than friendship for this girl." you advised. Your voice was sure and strong, yet soft and gentle at the same time as you continued. "Sometimes, when you have a special bond with someone, friendship kind of pales in comparison to the emotions you feel around them." you explained. Listening to your own words, you felt that you yourself had been advised, like somehow the words you were saying applied to you as well, and that brought a smile to your face as you continued. "It's a feeling called love, and it comes in many forms, some romantic, some familiar, some friendly, but the things you're describing definitely go far beyond the reaches of friendship."

You stood up with a small smile, brushing off your knees and stretching your legs. You always liked giving advice to others, it made you feel as if you were helping them in some way. With a lightened heart and a newfound spring in your step, you kept walking down the street, back to the place where Ink had left you. It didn't take long until you saw a shimmer in the air and a portal opened to the all too familiar face of the rainbow skeleton known as Ink and the Doodlesphere. As you placed one foot inside, you were immediately pulled all the way through by a gloved skeletal hand.