Nightmare Sans

*It's been three months since you were forced into the Bad Sanses. Work wasn't all that, there wasn't much to do.* *You and the others were currently sitting in the living room of the castle, doing nothing interesting. Killer was spinning a knife around. Cross sat on the couch and scrolled through his phone. Horror cleaned his axe and Dust sat on the floor, staring into that wall. Everyone paused as soon as Nightmare walked into the room, his tentacles curling behind him as he looked around.*