Sans AUs Oneshots & Short Stories (Discontinued)

Inkmare: Smut

(Why am I writing so much smut? At this rate I may as well change this to "Sanscest Smuts".)

Nightmare paced and forth in his bedroom, waiting for one of his lackeys to get back to him.

He'd sent them out on that mission hours ago. While it always took longer than he anticipated for them to finish their job, this time it was taking much, much longer. They should've been back an hour ago. Unless those little Star Shits had interfered with their job.... again. Nightmare growled to himself, his tentacles lashing. Those three brats were always getting in his way. Always messing up his plans.

Especially his brother. God, sometimes Nightmare wanted nothing more than to be able to snap Dream's neck. He wanted the last golden apple, the thing that still let positive feelings run free through the Multiverse. Sometimes he found himself wishing that, when he'd turned him to stone all those centuries ago, he'd just smashed the statue rather than letting it stay there. As soon as the thought occurred to him, he felt a pained twitch go through him.

Do I really want him dead, or do I just want him out of the way?

He didn't have much time to ponder the thought. It went as quickly as it came. He was snapped back into reality by a loud knock on his bedroom door. He was quick to catch onto the negative aura on the other side, seething with the energy of hatred and malice. Nightmare opened up the door to reveal Killer on the other side, a lopsided grin on his face. Nightmare cocked an eyebone (eh? get it? eyebone? eyebrow? no? okay) at the grin on his face.

"Killer. I trust you fools got the job done?" He said, putting on his resting bitch face. "Did my brother and his two blind followers cause you any trouble?"

"Oh they showed up. Put up quite a fight. But we got the job done, even if those other monsters got to flee to the Omega Timeline." Killer nodded. "Dust and Horror took the world's Frisk down to the dungeon, so you can extract their determination whenever."

"Very good. Now... I can tell something else came out of this," he added a bit of an edge to his voice. "Mind telling what that is?"

"Hm? Eh, we managed to catch one of 'em off guard and took him prisoner. Cross should be dragging him down to one of the cells." He shrugged. "Did you know that Ink doesn't like fangirls?"

"Does anyone?" He asked with a huff. "The people they obsess over would probably vomit if they had to spend an hour in the same room as them, let alone a whole day."

Killer snorted at his response. It was kind of true, what he said. He wasn't much of one for fandoms or anything like that, but he had seen the internet. Some of the fandoms were dark places to be, and even if they weren't directly like that, every fandom had.... that side. Fangirls were some of the worst parts of a fandom, especially when they made those eye-bleeding, godawful OCs that they always shipped with some overrated character. They made him thankful he wasn't part of a fandom.

Nightmare gave Dust and Horror the orders of standing guard by the Frisk they'd taken prisoner. He would go and see Ink himself, as he was not a prisoner he was expecting. He dismissed Cross from standing guard in front of Ink's cell, instead giving him and Killer the job of patrolling the castle grounds in case the other two Star Shits showed up. If Error dropped by, he could join them until Nightmare decided what to do with their new hostage.

"So...." Ink began, suspended from the ceiling with chains wrapped around his body. "Are you gonna let me down?"

"Hell no. You're an enemy and a personal pain in my ass," Nightmare sneered. "Always running around with my idiot of a brother. You're probably his Friday night fuckbuddy."