Remembering Nightmares

Strange Place

Mismatched eyes opened to see something bright and white.

Am I dead? He thought with dread. However, the pain in his body said other wise...

Slowly sitting up, he looked around. There wasn't much to see honestly. There were crumbled buildings that stood out against the white background. Occasionally, there'd be a tree covered in white powder, but it was rare...

The monster looked down at his hands. They were just white bones. He guessed he was a skeleton... But how was he alive then? Skeletons aren't living beings... Were they?

Shaking his head, he tried to remember what happened... What caused this?

He winced. His skull was filled with fire... It hurt too much to remember... It was like something didn't want him to remember what happened...

Huffing softly, he stood on shaking legs. His clothes were a faded purple with black stripes that formed X's. It looked cute on him... Or he thinks that it did...

"W-What's my name?" He asked the empty air. It just came naturally... Like he had done this all before...

Nothing answered him back though... This made him shiver in fear... Fear of something he didn't know about...

Shaking his head, he started walking. He went towards one of the crumbling buildings. It seemed to be familiar... It was white with a few different shades of grey around it. There was a sign above it too. It read:

Grillby's

Something rumbled, it coming from his mid-section, at the thought of the place's name. He groaned as he wobbled into the bar. No one was there... In fact there wasn't much inside... There were a few broken glasses thrown on the floor as well as solid yellow and red bottles. There were some overturned tables and ruined chairs and behind the bar were some tall glass bottles of some stuff.

The rumbling happened again. 

Slowly, he walked to the bar and grabbed one of the solid red bottles. He wanted something to eat... It seemed that these liquids were the only source of food for now.

Tipping back his head, he quickly downed it. A bitter sweetness filled his mouth, it calmly falling down his throat. It was a bit salty, but he was fine with it... It was good...

Something popped up in front of him.

0.00000001/36 HP

Confusion filled his head... Why was his Health so low? Was he near death? How does he know HP even means health?!

Shaking his head, he continued to down the bottle of red stuff. When the bottle was empty, he had at least two HP out of thirty-six. It wasn't bad, but it wasn't good either... He knew that for certain.

Stretching he walked out of the place. He wondered around, the faint pain in his body being his only assumption that he was alive. 

The place was mostly a white void, the buildings were spread wide apart... The land though did have a creek of water! 

Quickly he rushed over to it. Yes, the pain worsened because of this, but he was fine with it as long as he got something else to drink. Sitting on his knees, he drank some of the water, the coolness soothing his aching body.

The pale skeleton yawned after his drink and laid on the ground, using his scarf to cover his eyes. He didn't really care what time it was... The place wasn't getting any darker or lighter... So he guessed it was nighttime... Eh, who's there to stop him?