I Like Bad Guys? (I'm A Bad Person)

(TITLE YET TO BE CHOSEN) 1| I Want To Make You Cry

If anyone noticed I deleted the normal chapters for they were old and also have now more idea how the will continue.

This is the original story where Sans was kidnapped by the bad sanses only to cause a commotion among the other sanses but I added some MAJOR changes.

For now this story will be: "UNTITLED"

You all can give some recommendations as the title here:

It will either be that or until I can come up with a title.

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Nightmare heaved a long sigh, eyes looking around the rather bland throne room whilst he rested his cheek boredly against his hand.

There has been something off with him lately, that as much is what Sans can tell.

Sans rose a brow at that, usually Nightmare is more like some brooding sadistic guy who is searching through that view au screen thing for some 'business' but now the dark goopy skeleton is simply at rest. Not even once lifting a finger nor bothering to call him over to asked him more so about what the idiots (the gang) was doing behind his back.

Truly an odd sight.

He would've brushed it off, act as though it was simply nothing of value, but now it has been concerning, and Sans knew himself that the others had noticed it too.

Knowing himself that if Killer was the one to ask it, the fucker will most likely word it in some stupid way only to worsen Nightmare's mood than actually make it any better.

Sighing, he walks towards the throne that the latter was at. The latter's eyes already set upon him once Sans even just took a small step.

Sans lazily bowed to the taller,—He only did said action for Nightmare had a long lecture to him about the importance of bowing to a king like him and Sans wasn't really keen to being threatened by the lord of darkness like himself.—Nightmare snorted at that slothful bow, but didn't say anything about it nonetheless.

"What?" His voice echoed, it almost seeming hostile and dark than what Sans was used to.

Looking up at him, Sans closed an eye whilst the shit eating grin on his face was never even once faltered.

"Oh, you know. Just checking if you are having a good night, a king yourself should've had a grand time than mare others." Sans jokes only to receive a narrow of eyes in return.

"If you don't have anything Important to say than go away, I am not in the mood for idle chatter."

Ouch.

Rubbing the back of his neck, Sans sighed.

Such as welcoming as always.

"Come on, bud. You have been acting kinda off this past few days and honestly, I am getting worried about you." Sans snorted.

"From someone who is currently being held against your will, you sure act like you have fondness for your captor."

He paused at that.

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"Your universe is safe, I promised you that. Surely you know what a promise is to a 'sans' right?"

Sans couldn't help but gulp, cold sweat running down his forehead whilst his grin was strained. He would have summoned a Gaster blaster at times like this yet the choker, or rather magic suppressor, around his neck stopped him from doing so.