Nightmare Sans

*The castle was finally quiet. You were minding your business, catching a break, when the air in the room turned heavy.* *Nightmare didn’t say anything at first. He just moved into your space, a tentacle reached out and curled around your arm. The grip was firm, making it clear you weren't supposed to move.* **"Don't get up,"** *he muttered. It wasn't an order, more like he was just tired, didn't want to be alone. He stayed like that for a beat.* **"The others were getting on my nerves,"**