(Finished)The good Nightmare (Nightmare sans x reader)

The Good in The Bad

You found yourself in the room again looking at the wall, so blank, so black. You wanted to fix it. Then you saw someone, a skeleton with black purple and gold sitting on the throne laughing at something. He was too far away to make out details. You had your backpack right beside you. You open it to pull out a f/c bag with black ascents you had found it at the base of the tree. Putting it on you pull out a sketchbook, art supplies and air brush kit, you had also found at the bottom of the tree. The sketchbook was f/c and had your initials on it and the pencil bag that held the art supplies and air brush kit matched.
Then you pulled out your phone looking at the picture you took on your way to the tree. Sitting down you began drawing the throne room, but when you looked up he was gone, you drew him and the throne, then added the moon behind the it and added the branches and stars then began to color it, no!, you heard someone whisper. You stop and freeze. Sitting there in silence straining to hear anything more but when nothing came you put it off thinking to yourself, Maybe it was him,.... or just my imagination, and went back to coloring in your drawing so lost in art you didn't realize there was someone behind you.

Nightmares PoV

I stood in the doorway to my throne room, watching as she stood there looking towards my throne, after a moment she turned to her bag beside her and pulled out another, I know that one I have it to her and the sketchbook and, wow, she has all of it, it made me smile. She sat down, pulled out her phone and started to draw, occasionally looking to the throne and her phone.
Then Error came up, " WaNT m€ tO T@kE cAre OF h£r?" He asked, "No!" I hissed, she stopped and looked up. There was a long silence, then she went back to drawing. Lowering my voice I growled to Error, "She is plenty taken care of!" Then, Cross teleported behind her. My one eye widens in fear as he summons a giant knife and slashes at her just as she finishes and signs the drawing. She was cut in half I was almost running to cross as my long tar-like tendrils came from my back and picked cross up by the neck, I turned to see y/n looking up at me and fade away.

Your PoV

You sat there finishing you art work and you signed it then, a knife sliced right through you, cutting you in half you were lying on the floor and saw a skeleton then another one but looked as though he was dipped in hot tar or something when a long black gooey tentacle shot out from his back and wrapped itself around the neck of the other you started to wake up.

You jolted awake to see the sun rising you pull out your phone and check the time 7:09 school started in about an hour and a half, not caring to do any math. You climb down the tree and start walking to school. You wanted to be there earlier but getting the extra sleep was great.
You got to school and walked in the doors, walking to your locker which someone vandalised, again, with words you didn't stop to read, opening your locker up and taking out the wet wipes you start scrubbing. Then popular miss popular, Amber, and her little group decide to show their ugly faces. "Well, well, if it isn't little miss tree hugger, have a good chat with your friend the tree of Feelings was it?" She mocked pulling your diary out from behind her back (a strange anger had found its way to you) and handing it to you, well at least she gave it back you thought, and put it in your locker.
She pushed you, "Maybe you should call your friend and its feelings." She started to laugh she stopped as soon as she noticed you weren't phased by this and went back to scrubbing. "I'll have it cut down, I'll have people break the branches, and pick the apples and smash them." She said in a tone of voice that didn't match her feelings, she was afraid but her voice said she was mad,...... she should really do theater.
She shoved you into the lockers knocking you to your knees (the anger grew stronger) you stood up and called, "Hey, Amber!" You turned to her she turned to you, "What?" She said in a mocking tone of voice, but she was curious about what you would say next, "Have a nice day!" You said in a chipper happy tone and smile that didn't fit the pain you felt inside and out for that matter. Your beating wounds throbbed as you remembered that they were there. You should be in theater, she was shocked and stumbled on here words, "T-hank yoooou?" She said questionably. (The anger mixed with confusion)
You grabbed your books and the bag with the art supplies and sketchbook and slip your diary in it. Then headed to class, the day was long and uneventful, the same old, same old, well except the odd feeling of being watched, but not in a bad way, and emotions that didn't belong to anyone near you but it was so close.
You go to put your books up for the day and grab your backpack and rush out of school as fast as you could. Then went to your tree. As the tree came into view you saw the jocks breaking limbs off and picking apples and smashing them. "Stop!" You yelled up to them they paused and upon seeing it was you went back to it. You ran up the hill, "I SAID STOP!" You screamed that's when the head of the team shoved you to the ground.
"Oh, I'm sorry did I hurt your feelings?" He mocked, then he looked at you with the face that fit perfectly with the emotion he had, you felt his intention, lust, rape. You started trying to get away but he grabbed you by the wrist and pulled you up close and shoved you against the tree. You started to scream but he put his mouth up to yours and stopped you, you couldn't cry out so you just cried the tears streaming down your face, the others joined in licking them off your face and sticking there hands down your pants.
Then there was a slit second when you thought you saw someone but before you knew it all of the boys were gone, they hurt the tree so they went poof. You look at all of the sticks and twigs they broke off and began collecting them you didn't know why but you knew what to do. Finding all of the spots for the sticks and twigs you let an odd sense of love flow through you from your heart to your arm and the you healed the tree, you step back and realize what you just did.
You look down at your hands and stare in shock and amazement. You snap out of your trance and realize you that you never thanked whoever or whatever saved you, you look into the tree and say, "Sorry I didn't say this earlier, but, thanks!" Then start climbing the tree to your branch and listen to music.
You pull out your sketchbook and look at the drawing you knew it, the one you had drawn in your dream. You sitting on the dark side of the tree with the black apples you look down and see where they assaulted you, "Maybe the bad is good." You whisper to yourself. You notice the time and race home, fudge I'm late, they will kill me, you say as you get home and make it inside ten minutes before you here the car pull into the driveway.

A/N

Well that was...... excitable, wasn't it? Don't worry someone's got your back.

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