So, When A Shark Gets Rotated With Their Tail Pointing Upwards, They Enter A State Of Shock And Cant

So, when a shark gets rotated with their tail pointing upwards, they enter a state of shock and can’t move for a few minutes.

I think Dream would know this and use it when him and Killer first meet.

Just, rotate the shark siren, poke at him a little bit, then giggle and swim away before Killer is able to move again.

Leviathan au by @skumhuu

Bonus second meeting:

Fuck it

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Hot Drinks

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You sat between Horror and Dust with your arms resting over the back of the couch. Everyone but Nightmare was there as they watched a cheesy action movie. Cross sat on the bean bag on your right, occasionally throwing his hands in the air as he berated the actor’s form in battle. Killer, being Killer, kept playing devil’s advocate and driving Cross insane from the floor.

“Woooooow” Killer exaggerated, smirking at Cross’s exasperated expression. “You see that perfect form, Horror?” You held in your laughter at the look of pure mischief of Killer’s face.

Ignoring Cross’s offended gasp, Horror grunted assent at Killer. You started shaking slightly as you tried not to break the moment with your laughter. Dust shook so subtly that you almost missed it.

“No!” Cross snapped, jumping out of the bean bag. “That. Is. The. WORST. FORM. I HAVE EVER SEEN!!! HOW CAN YOU SAY THAT LOOKS GOOD????” He thrust his hands forward at the offending screen.

Your laughter finally forced its way out, startling an offended skele. Cross flushed slightly as he noticed everyone’s eyes on him. He glared at Killer.

Killer chuckled while propping his chin on his hands. “You’re looking at me like it’s my fault Y/N laughed at you.”

“IT IS!” Cross said, throwing his hands in the air.

“Girls, you’re both pretty.” You said, standing up as Dust shifted at the lack of weight on the couch. You turned back to Horror. “Mind if I grab a drink from the kitchen?”

Horror stared at you, processing. You waited patiently. Horror had a hard time voicing his thoughts. No one told you why but you figured it had to do with the gaping hole in the side of his head. Honestly though, with a wound like that, he really shouldn’t be alive let alone able to speak. But despite logic, Horror managed. You respected him for that. Whatever happened to him to get that scar, he pushed through and made it. He might be slower to talk than anyone else but stars he was light on his feet. You’ve been startled multiple times by him just appearing behind you.

“I… help.” Horror finally said. You nodded. He practically owned the kitchen. Whatever happened there was his business. Besides, he really seems to enjoy keeping everyone well nourished. He was also much quicker to speak while cooking for some reason.

You both left Dust with the commotion and entered the kitchen. You opened the fridge with Horror at your side. There were a few varieties of drinks but nothing gained you attention. Much to Horror’s confusion, you closed the fridge without grabbing anything. The calendar on the door caught your attention. It had a picture of some humans huddled together on a couch with steaming mugs in their hands. Following the idea you suddenly had at the sight, you walked into the pantry. Horror didn’t follow you, mostly confused as to why you didn’t grab what you came for when you had the chance. Your voice carried out of the pantry.

“Horror, do we have any cocoa powder?”

“. . . What?”

“Cocoa powder- Oh! Found some!”

A moment later, you came out of the pantry victorious. A box of cocoa powder packets in your hands as you passed an even more confused Horror. You set the box by the electric kettle and reach into the cabinet for a couple mugs, knowing Horror will want some if you’re having any.

“What…”

You heard Horror start behind you. You paused and turned to him, waiting for him to continue.

He worked through his words a moment longer. “Came for… drink?” You nodded at him which seemed to puzzle him more. He gestured at the box. “. . . Powder?”

You tipped your head at him. “Yeah. For hot chocolate.” You gently shook the mugs in your hands.

His brow bones scrunched together. “. . . Hot chocolate . . ?” He asked.

Something clicked in your head as you pieced together his reaction. “Have you not had hot chocolate before? The recipe is on the box.” You handed him the box.

He took it. “Didn’t get . . . good look.” He paused, reading the instructions. “Had to hide . . . from Cross.”

You snorted at that. “Yeah! He might literally inhale it!”

Horror chuckled at that, handing you the box. He pointed at a part of the recipe and you leaned in to see what it was. He was pointing at a single word.

“Marshmallows!! Oh my gosh, I forgot!” You started towards the pantry again. “Can’t have hot chocolate without marshmallows!”

Horror chuckled again as you moved past him.

By the time you came back with marshmallows, Horror had already made a cup and was gently stirring it with a spoon.

“So.” You said, opening the bag of mellows. “You haven’t had hot chocolate before? Like ever?”

He shook his head, tapping the spoon on the mug. His eye light didn’t leave the swirling drink as you handed him six marshmallows.

Horror watched them bob as he dropped them in before slowly sliding it across the counter to you. You shook your head and pushed it back.

“You made this one. And you haven’t had one before. So you get it. I can wait.” You assured him.

Normally, he’d take rejecting his gift harshly but he was too focused on the drink to mind. Horror stirred the drink again before taking a tentative sip. His eye dilated and suddenly he was pulling four more mugs from the cabinet, including Nightmare’s.

You laughed as he refilled the kettle and shooed you out of the kitchen mumbling that he’d get you your drink. You went back to the drama that was still happening in the living room even though the movie was paused.

“He left himself WIDE OPEN!!!”

“That’s your opinion, C.”

“NO, IT’S FACT!!!!”

You greeted Dust as you took your previous seat. He didn’t seem to hear you for a second before his eye lights lit up, looked at you, at the doorway, then back at you.

“Horror?” He asked quietly.

You smirked. “He’s making everyone drinks~” That caught Killer’s attention.

“Drinks, huh?” He asked raising his brows and leaning forward. “What kinda drinks?”

You grinned at him. “Non-alcoholic.”

Killer sighed and let his head fall to the ground. “That was one time.”

“One time too many if you ask me.” Cross said, crossing his arms.

“No one did, C.” Killer mumbled.

Cross froze and stared directly at the open doorway to that hallway.

“Y/N.”

“Hmm?” You looked up innocently.

“What exactly is Horror making?”

“Ohh~” You said playfully. “Something us humans enjoy in the winter~”

Killer looked up in time to see Cross sniffing the air. The scent hit him, too, widening his eyes. He pounced on Cross who yelped at the sudden attack.

“Wh- Killer!” Cross fought back. “Get off!”

“Not happening, Crossy! Horror made everyone some and I’m getting my fair share!!” Killer yelled as he tried to pin the guards arms and legs.

“But it’s CHOCOLATE!!!!” Cross growled, getting an arm loose.

“I don’t give a damn if it’s holy water and you’re dying! YOU. ARE. NOT. GETTING. MINE!!!”

Horror entered at that moment with his arms full of mugs. How he managed to carry them all without spilling, no one questioned anymore. Horror grinned at Cross’s whine as he turned to hand you and Dust your drinks. Dust peered at his suspiciously as you sipped yours. Wow, it was better than you remembered.

Killer started struggling. “Horror?” He pleaded.

Horror chuckled softly as he held one of the mugs in front of Cross’s face. The skeleton’s eye lights never left the steaming mug as he finally broke away from a panicked Killer. Horror moved the mug to the side and let Cross snatch it from him before handing Killer his. Killer calmed down but kept Cross in his line of sight just in case. Still chuckling, Horror gestured at Dust with Nightmare’s mug and left after Dust nodded acknowledgment.

You sipped on the hot drink slowly but watched as Cross didn’t hesitate to down his, eyeing Killer’s hungrily.

Killer’s sockets narrowed. “Nooooo.” He growled.

Cross seemed to deflate rather than pursue the chocolate at the moment as he started fishing the remaining marshmallows out of his mug. Killer moved to stand behind the couch, effectively using you and Dust as a blockade.

Horror came back soon after and playfully shoved Cross’s head as he passed.

“Hey!”

Horror smiled as he sat, turning to Y/N. You could tell he wanted to speak so you gave him your full attention even as Dust started the movie back up. “. . . Was good . . . drink.” He said. “Thanks for . . . sharing.”

You smiled back. “Any time, Horror.”

You all then finished the movie while occasionally swatting Cross away from your drinks.

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You sneezed.

You weren’t sure what you were expecting but it definitely wasn’t this.

Your soul was blue as you sat on the wall waiting for the skeletons to calm down enough for you to get a word in. From the snippets you could distinguish in the chaos of sound, they thought you were sick and needed medical attention or you would die. Surprisingly enough, Killer seemed the calmest. Key word being ‘seemed.’ Hate dripped freely down his face. Cross was sweating and arguing with Horror while somehow managing to keep his magic from dissipating. Horror looked close to throwing hands. Dust kept up with the conversation with his own hurried input. Nightmare stood behind them all silently while his tentacles whipped around behind him. He’d been staring at you since the sneeze.

You waved at Nightmare. His tentacles slowed for a moment as he tilted his head at you. He pushed passed the quarreling group and Cross spoke up.

“I’m not sure it’s safe to go near them, sir-” Cross said.

“WHATEVER!!!” Horror finally snapped at Dust before stomping into the kitchen. “DO WHAT YOU… WANT!!!! I GO…MAKE SOMETHING!!” Dust huffed at Horror’s departure before continuing the argument with Killer.

Nightmare gently gripped Cross’s shoulder. “I think they’ve spent enough time on the wall, don’t you think?” He said patiently.

Cross’s eyes darted between you and Nightmare for a moment before he carefully lowered you to the ground and released you. Now without something to do, he started fidgeting as Nightmare took a step towards you.

Nightmare stayed a good distance away when he addressed you. “Y/N. Care to fill us in on why you are calm about this?”

“Because I’m not sick. I just got some dus- something in my nose that made me sneeze. There is nothing wrong. I am fine.” As you spoke, the argument in the background had gotten quiet. The group seemed calmer but definitely didn’t believe that you were okay. You took a step forward when you suddenly had three layers of blue magic on your soul. Nightmare glared at the three skeletons. They gave him sheepish looks before reluctantly releasing your soul.

You sighed. “It’s a human thing. If a foreign substance gets in my nostrils, my body will reject it and force it back out by sneezing. It can happen when I get sick, but that doesn’t mean that I am sick. Currently, I’m not sick.” The skeletons sighed in relief.

Nightmare looked intrigued. “What exactly are you rejecting when you sneeze?”

“It depends. But mostly dirt, dust, toxins-” You froze as another sneeze started coming. The gang got uncomfortable when you interrupted yourself and your face twisted. “Achoo!” They flinched at the sound.

There was a clatter in the kitchen before Horror sped into the room and grabbed you. You protested and fought back as he ran you to the couch and wrapped you in at least three blankets like a burrito.

“Horror!” You snapped, struggling to get out of the bundle. “I’m fine! Let me out!”

“Stay.” Horror growled. “I’ll grab you soup. . . Website said soup.” He hurried back to the kitchen before you were able to call out to him.

“Heh heh.” Killer giggled at you. He leaned over the back of the couch. “I wouldn’t move unless you want Horror to hunt you down.”

You stopped struggling and glared at him. “You’re no help at all.”

He shrugged, grin splitting his face. “Maybe.”

Nightmare came around the couch to face you. “You said something about toxins.”

“Yeah.” You glared once more at Killer, earning another giggle, before turning to address the boss. “Sneezing is also a way to get rid of toxins. Just like sweating, crying, and exhaling.”

Everyone leaned away from you.

“You’re telling me that you’re spreading toxins everywhere while you breathe??” Killer questioned, leaning further away from you. You blew air at him. He yelped and backpedaled, falling behind the couch.

Turning back to Nightmare, you clarify. “It’s not that type of toxin. It’s more like hot air. It won’t do anything unless it’s the only air there.” You hesitated. “I don’t know how to explain it. You’d have to understand the human body more.”

There was obviously still confusion coming from everyone when Horror came back with a steaming bowl.

He shoved it at you. “Soup.”

“Thanks, Horror. I’m not sick tho.” You said, still burritoed.

His face of confusion matched everyone else’s. “You’re . . . not sick?” He thought for a moment. “But sneezes mean . . . you’re sick.”

“Not always. Sometimes humans just sneeze.” You explain shortly.

Killer’s grinning face crested the back of the couch. You gave his mischievous look a suspicious side eye. “Yeah, Horror. Sometimes they just sneeze out toxins.”

Horror’s face went panicked.

“You’re not helping!!” You snapped at Killer. “Horror, he’s-Mph!” Your mouth suddenly had a spoon in it. The flavor of chicken noodle soup filled your senses as Horror continually spoon fed you. You sent Killer another glare as he laughed at your expense.

At least the soup was good.

I had to give him a buddy

I don’t know what to name them yet.

References under cut

My friends: HEY HAVE YOU HEARD OF THIS NEW TREND?

Me: new whuh?

My friends: new sans trend. Pause challenge. Sans edition.

Me: ..... say no more.

The trend: Pause Challenge (Sans Edition) by wispite on TikTok

References:

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Your first mission.

It wasn’t going very well.

Of course that was mostly because you couldn’t rely on magic like your opponent did. Or like the rest of the gang. Killer had been paired up with you for that very reason. Couldn’t have you dying on your first day. Though, Killer only did so much.

It was supposed to be a routine raid. Get in. Distract the residents. Take what they needed. Get out. You and Killer were one of the distractions. And you just had to meet the oddly dressed Papyrus of this world. That wouldn’t be so bad if it wasn’t a swap au. Killer had immediately engaged in battle, leaving you to dodge what blasters and bones came your way. You weren’t sure if you should try to help or stay out of the way. Killer had it handled right?

Your soul turned blue.

“Well, well. Hello, human.” Said a voice behind you.

You fought the hold on your soul but it tightened. You grunted and tried to look behind you.

This world’s Sans had his face hovering over your shoulder. “Ah, ah. You wouldn’t leave a new pal hangin’, would you?”

Your face twisted at his grin. Wasn’t he a swap? The magnificent Sans or something? What was he doing? This wasn’t how the gang described swaps.

He grabbed your shoulders and you suppressed a flinch at the contact.

“Release me.” You said, much calmer than you felt.

He chuckled. “Normally, I would. But~” He blinked slowly but when his sockets opened again, his eyelight was blue. “I saw who you came with.~” You tried to lean away from him. “We don’t take kindly to raiders here, human.”

You fought his hold again. You needed to get help. Your eyes went to where Killer was fighting Papyrus. Maybe he would hear if you-

A hand went over your mouth. “Nope~! Let’s not bother your friend, hm~?” He whispered in your ear. “He looks busy.”

You struggled. Surely, Killer would see you. He had to. He was supposed to protect you for this mission. He looked so focused, though.

A blaster charged up pointing you direction from where the battle was going on.

You broke the hold on your soul and tried to break away from the weird Sans. His hand stayed clamped over your mouth as the other wrapped around your waist. You thrashed trying to at least get away from the blast. The blaster fired and suddenly the world lurched as Sans rolled with you out of the way.

His grip tightened on you and you felt him try to get a hold of your soul again. “Woah! Almost lost you there, didn’t I?”

You growled through his gloved fingers, kicking at him. You had to save yourself.

“Feisty, aren’t we?” He purred, pulling you closer so you couldn’t kick properly.

Your eyes widened. This was a Lust au, wasn’t it? Nonononono. You fought even harder to break away. You knew what the gang had told you about these aus.

He started pulling you backwards. “Don’t be scared, sugar plumb. The Majestic Sans will take care of you~.” You couldn’t break his grip. His strong and practiced hands held you secure. You felt his breath on the back of your head. “You won’t remember a thing~.”

Sans yelped as you were yanked backwards. Another hand grabbed your upper arm and ripped you away from the pervert. You scrambled to steady yourself and break away from the new threat when you locked eyes with Horror. He gently released your arm and rubbed where he’d grabbed you before turning back to the swap with fire in his eye. You stepped up behind him, not willing to leave your partner in a fight again.

“Don’t touch her.” He growled, towering over the opponent in his crushing grip.

Sans cursed and summoned a bone.

That was a mistake.

Five blasters and an uncounted amount of bones appeared around Sans as he swung at Horror’s arm. He didn’t even nick Horror before he was dusted. Horror heaved with his fist crushing the dust in his hand. He wasn’t moving.

You peaked around his large form, concerned. “Hor-”

“AAARRRRGGGGHHHHHH!!!!!!!!” Horror screamed. His blasters went off again and started blasting a hole in the ground where the Sans had once been. Bones imbedded themselves in the ground before evaporating under the blasters. You shielding your eyes at the light show and radiating heat.

“HORROR!!!” You shouted over the storm of sound. “HORROR, HE’S GONE!!!!”

The attacks gradually slowed to a stop. You and Horror panted for a minute.

“Woah.” You said at the destruction before you.

His attention snapped to you. You flinched. His eyelight had zeroed in on you and was but a pinprick of black against burning red. He didn’t seem to recognize you. Again.

You stepped back.

Horror shook his head and the tension in his shoulders dissipated. He looked over you with concern. “Are you… hurt? . . . Anywhere?” He looked like he wanted to step closer but restrained himself.

You sighed when you saw the Horror you knew come back. “I’m fine. Just startled.” You glanced down at the hole. “I… didn’t see him coming. He…” You hesitated. “He caught my soul off guard.” Should have kept your guard up. Always keep your guard up.

Horror growled at the hole. “Good… riddance.”

“Yeah…”

You and Horror shared a moment of silence.

“Woah! What happened here?” Came a voice at your side.

You lashed out, swinging a fist at the intruder. He caught your fist and smiled at you.

“Nice to see you too, Y/N.” Killer said. “So what’d you and Horror have against the ground?” He pointed at the hole.

Horror growled and came at Killer before shoving a finger in his face. “Where were you?”

Killer lifted his hands in surrender, grin gone. “Hey, I’m just one guy! That Papyrus just wouldn’t die! I was gonna kill him and be back at Y/N’s side before she even noticed I was gone! I swear!”

Horror’s growl got louder. “The Sans had her.” He snapped.

Killer’s wide sockets turned to you. As if he thought you’d correct Horror. When you didn’t his mouth fell open. “…Well, shit… You okay, kiddo?”

You nodded. He hadn’t gotten violent while he had you. So nothing was bruised or broken.

Killer’s face changed to something you didn’t recognize on him. “I didn’t mean physically. Are you okay?” Oh. That look was sympathy wasn’t it.

You hesitated to answer. Were you okay? Nothing had happened. Nothing that bad at least. Did that count? You weren’t sure. “I don’t know. I think so?”

Killer and Horror shared a look before Killer spoke again. “Let’s go meet up with the Boss, yeah?”

You nodded. He gently grabbed your sleeve to teleport.

Nightmare locked eyes with you the second you teleported. You looked at your feet. He wouldn’t let you go on a mission again after that. You couldn’t handle yourself for two minutes! You were a liability if they had to keep a constant eye on you. This was your only chance to prove yourself as a valuable member of the team. You’d messed up.

Nightmare rounded everyone up and you all went home. Horror had his hand on your shoulder the entire time.

“Freshen up.” Nightmare said as he moved towards his office. “Afterwards, everyone gives a report. Don’t take too long.” He was gone.

Dust, Killer, and Cross started checking and cleaning each other’s wounds. They moved in tandem. You mindlessly watched their quick and efficient movements. They worked so well together. You even saw Dust hand a wrap to Cross while they both were facing opposite directions. Killer managed to keep up perfectly while yapping his mouth off as usual.

The hand on your shoulder gave a gentle squeeze, pulling your attention away from the orderly chaos. Horror looked down at you. “Let’s get you… clean.” He mumbled.

You nodded numbly and followed him to a bench against the wall you hadn’t noticed. You must have teleported into the medical wing of the castle. Horror had you sit and grabbed a first aid kit. When he opened it you realized that it was specifically a monster first aid kit. You were completely at a loss for what anything in there was. There was even a bag of candies. Horror opened it and passed you a candy. You accepted it from his hand as he pulled out a salve of some sort.

You stared as he took your right arm and gently pulled your sleeve up. You reached to stop him when you suddenly noticed a large burn mark on your arm. When did that get there? The fog in your head started to clear.

Ow.

Ow!

You pulled away from Horror at the rush of pain that shot through your body. “Ah!!” You yelled. Why did it only start hurting now? Why didn’t you feel it earlier? You fearfully pulled away from Horror. Did he do something to you? What could he have done? And why would he hurt you? The guys from across the room stopped what they were doing and looked over at you. Seeing you holding your arm away from a concerned Horror, Cross got up and walked over. Dust and Killer slipped out of the room together.

“Y/N.” Cross squatted in front of you, pulling your attention away from Horror. “You’re okay. Your adrenaline is wearing off. It kept you from feeling the pain. Horror isn’t hurting you. You’re okay.” He held your gaze with a knowing look. “It’s okay.”

Horror cautiously took your arm again. You looked back at him, flinching back. Cross set his hand on your knee.

“Y/N. Look at me.” Your head sharply turned back to Cross. His face was just as gentle as before. “Keep looking at me. He’s just cleaning you up. Can you tell me how you got burnt?”

You thought back to when you were dodging Killer and Papyrus’s blasters. It must have happened then but you made sure to check yourself each time. So when did… Your eyes widened. When Sans had dodged with you. You must have still gotten hit.

“Killer and Papyrus were fighting.” You started slowly. “He had my soul. I broke free but he grabbed me. A blaster fired at us. He rolled with me at the last second. It must have hit me then.” Your mind was numb again.

Cross nodded patiently. “Who had you, Y/N?” He gently probed.

Your mouth shut.

“Sans.” Horror said quietly.

Cross’s eyes shot between you and Horror. You looked at the burn on your arm.

“Hey, keep looking at me.” Cross beckoned. He tipped his head into your line of sight until you obeyed. “You did a good job.”

“No I didn’t.” You said without thinking.

Cross’s lights flickered for a moment. You saw a flash of recognition and grief in his expression before he regained his composure. You couldn’t find it in you to care. You’re sure you’ll feel regret later. He tilted his head at you. “Why would you say that?”

“I couldn’t take care of myself. I failed.” You stated bluntly.

That expression flashed again. Yeah, you’d definitely feel guilt later. “Y/N.” Cross stressed your name. “You weren’t supposed to be in that situation. It wasn’t a test. It was an accident. You weren’t expected to hold yourself in battle on the first day. The goal was to show you how we did things. What happened wasn’t your fault.” He smiled at you. “You did good.”

“No.” You corrected again. “I got caught. I couldn’t get away. I’ll never be able to keep up with you guys if I can’t even beat a monster that was holding back. I did not do good.” You felt sadness press against your barrier. You pushed it back.

Cross looked sad. He went to speak again when you looked away, effectively ending the conversation. He sighed.

“Done.” Horror stated. He had cleaned and wrapped your wound with a long loop hanging off the bandage. He nudged your other hand which still held the candy. “Eat that. It… helps.”

You popped it in your mouth without care.

Dust entered the room again. “Hey, guys. Reports.”

Horror nodded and stood. He offered his hand to help you up. You took it despite not needing help. He lifted the loop from the bandage over your head. It held your arm in a makeshift sling. You gave the sling an upset look. As if you needed to look any weaker.

You silently followed Horror and Cross to Nightmare’s office where they would enter alone for their report. You waited to go last. You needed to psych yourself up first before you saw Nightmare.

Horror went before you and when he came back out he gave you an encouraging smile. You didn’t react as you entered the office, carefully not to bump your arm in the door. Nightmare sat at his desk scratching things down on paper. You sat on a stool and waited for him to finish what he was writing. Trying to distract yourself, you looked at the shelves behind him, reading the titles.

“Normally, when someone comes in to report,” Nightmare startled you, setting his pen down. “They start the conversation.” His eye leveled yours.

You look down. “Yes, sir. I’m sorry.” Your free hand grabbed at your collar.

Nightmare sighed. “I see you got your first injury today. Care to tell me how that happened?” His fingers drummed on the desk.

You took a deep breath and straightened to give your report.

After your full report, Nightmare remained silent. You ended up slouching again in an attempt to go unnoticed.

“What makes you think any of that was your fault?”

You shrugged.

Nightmare heaved a deep sigh. “Did you know, Horror struggles to use his magic?”

You shook your head.

“He doesn’t teleport. He doesn’t summon bones let alone a single blaster.”

Your brows drew together and you looked up at Nightmare. You’d just watched him summon five…

“Horror has a very hard time focusing his magic. I have yet to see his blasters. None of us have.” He let you mull that information over. “He told me that he wasn’t sure what happened. That he was just angry. He saw that Sans dragging you and acted. Horror purified the world of his dust.” Nightmare’s brow rose. “We would have all done the same. Do you know why?”

You shook your head again.

“Because you are important.” He stated. “You are worth it. If you didn’t have a use, you would never have been brought here in the first place. You’re not just a guest or a weapon or a tool. Just like everyone else here, you are family.”

You shrank into yourself. As much as you wanted to hear those words, you didn’t think you deserved them. You hadn’t done anything to earn them. Nightmare stood and walked around the desk to stand next to you.

“You’ve done enough, Y/N.” He said, gently grabbing your arm. You flinched, the feel of that Sans’s hands still fresh on your arms. Nightmare pulled you onto your feet and into a hug. “You are priceless.”

You melted into his arms. You really needed that hug.