Sweet Nightmares. (Nightmare!Sans. X Werewolf Reader) DISCONTINUED

Ch. 1

(A/n
This is my first book so if you don't like it, then please don't read it. I am writing this on my phone so if you caught some errors please tell me.
(h/c)= hair color
(e/c)= eye color
(w/f/c)= wolf fur color
(s/c)= soul color
(Y/N)= your name

I think that's it.)

(No-One's point of view)

The sky bleeds reds as the sun starts the sink into the clouds, making a beautifully scary sunset. The trees sigh in the wind, calling out to the sun, asking for it to stay. In between the trees stands a small female figure, her long (h/c) shining in the last of the Sun's rays, turning it silver.

It's you.

You are the last of you race, the Lucian, also known as the werewolves. Your people were killed in the wildfire. It was unknown why the fire started, or how, you just weren't there.

As you shake you head to clear your thoughts two (w/f/c) ears appeared on your head and a (w/f/c) tail appeared by your side. They were soft to the touch and the sight of them reminded you of you parents. Oh how you missed them.
It's like a huge piece of your soul was missing, leaving that gaping hole. You felt water running down your chicks and you felt them your realized. You were crying.
You haven't cried in years.
"Don't be so weak (Y/N)." you growled. You kicked the dirt and stamped you foot, willing the tears to go away, but they didn't. They ran fast and fast. Before you knew it you were sobbing.
"It's not fair. Its not fair!" you cried out between each sobbing breath. As you weapt someone was watching you from the shadows of the trees. They regarded your wrapping form with no pitty, only amusment. They took a step forward and a snap rang out within the trees.

You looked up in shock.

Someone was there.

"Show yourself!" you snarled, your face wet with tears but your (e/c) eyes were dry.

No one step out of the woods. You could only here the sounds of birds singing and squirrels chattering in the background but still, you tensed, ready for whatever stands out in the trees.

A couple minutes passed and still nothing showed. You relaxed just a little thinking the danger is passed. You hugged your tail and as the moon rised, lulling yourself to sleep.

(In you dream)

(Your point of view)

I was running, racing, to get to my parents. 'Hurry! Hurry! Get to them before the fire!' I urged myself.
'Faster! Hurry! It's almost there!!'  but I  wasn't fast enough. I never was. Everyone's screams filled the air, the smell of burning skin and fur filled my nose, chocking me with it's awful stench.

'(Y/N)!' I heard my parents cry.

'Mom! Dad! Were are you!?' I screamed.

'Run (Y/N)! Run!' the called back. Then I saw them. My parents were surrounded by the fire and clutched in my parents' arms was a newborn baby with small yellow ears and tail. My baby brother. He was so small, so new to the world his eyes weren't even opened yet.

'NO!!!' I screamed and I tried to race to them but I couldn't. I could only watch the horrific sight in front of me. I was frozen in one place. I couldn't even look away. As much as my parents called to me, begging me would run, I couldn't.

(No-one's point of view...)

Within the flame a black figure stood and stared at you, wondering what you were going to do. As he waited, you stayed still.

(What was wrong?)

(Why aren't you moving?)

(Move!?)

He willed you to move. To end this nightmare. To wake up and leave the woods. But you weren't. You stayed frozen in fear.

(Fear.) he thought. (What an amusing dream...) and with that laugh, you looked over and saw him.

(Your point of view.)

I heard a laugh and looked to the left of my parents. A man stood there and he was laughing.

Laughing!

Laughing at the sight of me trying to get to my parents.

Laughing at me, frozen in fear of the flames. I growled and tried to break free of the fear but I couldn't. I could only twitch my fingers and mouth.

My mouth!

I forced open my mouth and wimpered, looking at the man.

'Help.' I cried out and my mouth snapped shut, causing me bite my tounge and wimper pain. I saw him tilt his head in confusion. He heard me! I looked at him with pleading eyes, begging him to help.

And he stepped through the flames.