Blueberry Muffins and Apple Pie

Chapter 1: Alone

Swap stumbled down a snowy path, not knowing or truly caring where his legs took him.

In a hand was a large bottle of whisky that, occasionally, he'd bring to his lips for a quick swig. It was his... eight? Ninth bottle? The clad blue skeleton had lost count around there.

It was actually rare for him to get more than two or three bottles down before his brother showed up at drag him away. Always saying 'You're too young to drink'.

Swap stumbled to the side. Catching himself on a tree. Bringing the glass up for another swig he slid down the trunk till he was sitting in the snow.

"You're too young to drink." He said in a mocking tone.

"Bullshit." Swap growled lowly.

He was twenty-eight years old. His brother was three years younger and yet he drinks, smokes, has sex, watches porn, curses, and gets high.

But if he tried to do any of that, he's 'too young'.

Swap balled his fist in the snow. Face flushing with rage and embarrassment.

The only reason Papyrus wasn't on his tail, stopping him now, was because he was to busy having sex with Fell behind the back of Muffets.

Swap growled lowly as he took another swig.

Fell was Swaps boyfriend. They'd been together for nearly a year at this point. He thought he'd be the one. His life long mate.

But of course, nothing goes the way he hopes. He just had to find out Fell and Papyrus have been having a relationship behind his back the entire time.

And the worst part. The worst part was that the entire underground knew. They knew and actively helped them keep it a secret.

It was the drunken bunny in Muffets that slipped up when he asked were his brother and mate was. 'Having a good time out back,' they had said.

Swap wasn't stupid. He knew immediately what the rabbit meant. But just to be sure he slipped outside and to the dumpsters.

He had hoped, begged for anyone who would hear for that rabbit to be wrong.

But there they were. Screwing each other's brains out.

Swap pulled the bottle for another sip only to fine it empty. With a half hearted snarl he chucked it away from him. The glass hitting a tree and shattering. Shards littering the ground.

He had taken the River Persons boat to Grillbys bar and drank his heart out after he'd seen them.

He couldn't remember how he got back to Snowdin, let alone to the forest, but honestly why should he care?

Swap shifted uncomfortably. His pants had become wet from the snow under him, causing the cold to nip at his bones.

The small skeleton groaned as he forced himself up. Supporting himself with the tree he'd been resting on he started down the path once more.

He tried to keep his mind away from them, but he couldn't stop replying that moment.

He shook his head, a bit to hard as a dizzy spell hit. He stumbled to the side once again collapsing against a tree.

The small skeleton gently rested his forehead against the cool bark, eyes cast to the snow.

He stared down for a long moment when he noticed small droplets falling, putting tiny dents in the smooth white below him. He reached up a hand, touching his cheek and felt.

He was, crying?

Rage bubbled inside him. Burning harder than it ever had.

"Fucking Papy. Fucking Fell. Fucking-FUCK THEM! WHY?! WHY WOULD THEY DO THIS TO ME?!" He screamed out tears, flowing down his cheeks. He shot back and slammed his fist into the tree, cracking the wood to the point of splintering.

A soft echo of his voice and the sudden flapping of a startled flock of birds was his only answer.

He jerked up in surprise, eyes following the birds until they flew out of sight.

"No one loves me." His spoke without thinking.

Staring out at nothing his anger, as suddenly as the birds, fluttered away. Leaving only a deep sorrow. "I'm so alone."

He lowered his skull and raised his hands to his cheeks. Rubbing them up his face he let out a bitter sob.

"Anger, betrayal, fear, sadness, grief, and depression." A voice, smooth and deep, sounded behind him.

Swap snapped his head up with a gasp.

"Such a delicious combination. Especially out of a Swap!Sans."

Swap turned quickly, eyes widening as he caught sight of the stranger.

He was a large skeleton. Twice to size of swap. The others bones were black, or at least Swap believes they are. Thick tar like goo covered him from head to toes, clothes as well, hiding his actual bone. Several thin long tendrils waved almost lazily behind his back.

A single Cyan eye watching him with amusement and interest. It had a kind of malicious shine to it with a twisted smile to match.

Swap stumbled back, collapsing against the tree behind him.

This skeleton, he knew him. His appearance had been described by his brother several times.

He'd been told of the twisted horrible things he'd done. The other was a monster that took pleasure in others suffering. His one sole desire was to rid the multiverse of any and all positivity. The skeleton before him was the King of darkness, Prince of Negativity. And, his name. His name highlighted what he truly was.

"Nightmare." Swap breathed out, shaking slightly. Soul pounding in his rib cage.

The other smiled at his name, taking a few steps forward.

Swap seeing this, turns and runs.

His legs were numb and wobbly; being far from sober. He cursed himself as he tried to focus his blurry vision on the path. If he could just make it to the Inn, he could call Papyrus and hopefully-

A tendril suddenly wiped out from behind a tree, slamming him in the chest. A sickening crack rang out. Swap lost his breath to the pain as the force of the impact made him flip over the appendage and fall head first into the snow.

He gasped and coughed, vision beginning to turn black. He shakily raised a hand and felt his ribcage. A few bones were sticking up in ways they definitely weren't supposed to.

"You know, I WAS going to just kill you and let my boys rip apart this Universe," Nightmares deep rumbling voice called as he fought for consciousness. "But that pathetic attempt at an escape was rather fun to watch. You barely made it ten feet."

Swap twitch, weakling trying it scoot away as he felt something slip under him. It wrapped around his broken chest, stopping his struggle and lifted him eye level to Nightmare.

"Not only that, but your suffering is so raw and fresh. It practically sings to me. So now, I have a different plan for you." The tendril around him gave a tight squeeze sending a shock wave of pain that tipped swap into unconsciousness.

The dark skeletons grin was the last he saw before it all went black.