A serene quiet settles between us, like a sacred ritual unfolding in the stillness of the night. My fingers dance over the intricate patterns of the cube in my hands as I sit on the balcony, enveloped by the chill of the evening air. Though I can't see them, I imagine the stars twinkling above, casting their gentle glow upon us. Despite our shared presence, there's an air of unfamiliarity lingering between us, as if we are two souls on the cusp of discovering each other anew.
Suddenly, he breaks the silence with a simple yet profound declaration. "You are very beautiful, you know."
My cheeks flush with warmth at his unexpected compliment, my heart fluttering in response to his words.
"Heh~, the sky makes you look like a divine being," he adds, his voice tinged with a hint of admiration. "A Midnight Angel.
"I got you something to help when I'm not here." I set the cube in my lap and held out my hands. Something living was put in my hands. It has a tiny body covered with smooth fur, and it has a long flexible furry tail, adorably tiny paws, sharp claws, and two long floppy ears. I couldn't determine what kind of creature it was, I'd never felt anything so soft in my life. As I explore its form with my sensitive fingertips,
"What is it?" I inquire, my curiosity piqued by the unfamiliar creature.
"It's My Little Helper," he explains. "It will protect you when... if you are in danger. It will help you get around, too."
Gratitude washes over me as I thank him, feeling a sense of warmth at the thoughtfulness behind his gesture. But a pang of longing tugs at my heart as I express a wish I dare not speak aloud. I sigh, my voice trailing off. "I wish I could see. You wouldn't be so burdened, and -"
"Y/n. Stop it," he interrupts gently, his voice firm yet tender. "Don't say things like that..." Maybe things would be better, but this is who you are, I won't replace that. I like who you are. Your experience is unique."
His words resonate deeply within me, offering a sense of solace and acceptance that I hadn't realized I needed. Together, we lapse into a comfortable silence, the weight of his reassurance easing the ache in my heart.
As the night wears on, he rises from his seat, his hands finding their way behind me and under my legs. With surprising strength and gentleness, he lifts me in his arms and carries me to my room, tucking me in with care.
"I'll see you in the morning," he murmurs, his presence a comforting presence in the darkness. "I'm taking you to meet my co-workers. I'll explain more in the morning."
"Sounds fun," I reply, a smile gracing my lips despite the lingering shadows of the night. "Good night."
"Night," he whispers, his voice a gentle lullaby as he bids me farewell, leaving me to drift into the embrace of sleep.
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~Nightmare POV~
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My mind is a tempest, raging with conflicting emotions, each one crashing against the shores of my consciousness with relentless force. Damn it all, I never intended to reveal this side of myself. She's unravelling me, forcing me to confront feelings I've long buried deep within. It's unsettling, to say the least, to find myself acting... kind. This isn't how I operate, yet here I am, teetering on the edge of something unfamiliar.
She's like a whirlwind, sweeping through the carefully constructed walls I've erected around my heart. With every smile, every gentle word, she chips away at the armour I've spent years fortifying. It's disconcerting to realize just how much power she holds over me and how effortlessly she exposes my vulnerabilities. I've always prided myself on my resilience, on my ability to withstand any onslaught, but she's proving to be my undoing.
This unprecedented turmoil threatens to consume me, leaving me adrift in a sea of uncertainty. I'm caught between the desire to retreat into the safety of my old ways and the overwhelming pull to surrender to the intoxicating allure of her presence. It's a battle I never anticipated facing, and one I'm not sure I'm equipped to win. But for now, I'll navigate these treacherous waters as best I can, clinging to the thought that maybe, just maybe, she holds the key to a future I never dared to imagine.
I found myself drawn to her room, unable to resist the pull of her presence. Peeking inside, I couldn't help but chuckle softly as I gazed upon her sleeping form. "Yes... your eyes... your sweet voice... your face... so adorable... I can not let you go... my Midnight Angel."
My hand instinctively reaches out to stroke her hair, the soft strands slipping between my fingers as I lean in to press a gentle kiss to the side of her head. She sleeps peacefully, oblivious to the turmoil raging within me.
An idea takes root in my mind-perhaps I should sleep tonight too. The thought of curling up next to her, feeling the warmth of her body against mine, is tempting, but I resist.
Retreating to the solitude of my room, I collapse onto the bed with a heavy sigh, the weight of my conflicting emotions pressing down on me like a suffocating blanket. The room is cloaked in darkness, save for the faint glow of moonlight filtering in through the window, casting eerie shadows across the walls. The air is heavy with tension. Each breath I take feels like a struggle against the invisible chains binding me to my torment.
I close my eyes, seeking solace in the darkness behind my lids, but there is no escape from the turmoil raging within me. Memories of the encounter with Y/n replay in my mind like a relentless nightmare, each moment etched into my consciousness with painful clarity. Her voice echoes in my ears, her words a haunting melody that refuses to fade into oblivion. I clench my fists, frustration coursing through me like a raging river, as I wrestle with the overwhelming urge to reach out to her, to hold her close and never let go.
But I resist, knowing all too well the dangers of succumbing to such desires. The darkness within me is a relentless predator, always lurking just beneath the surface, ready to consume anything-or anyone-that dares to come too close. And yet, despite my best efforts to push her away, Y/n's presence in my mind lingers like a stubborn stain, refusing to be scrubbed clean from the recesses of my mind. As I lay there in the silence of my room, I can't help but wonder if this is the beginning of something new or merely the calm before the storm. Sleep finally welcomed me.
"You are mine now... nobody will touch you besides me... you'll belong to me, and you're going to do anything I say..." My voice echoes in the darkness of my mind as I recall the twisted words I uttered to her.
"Sans," her voice pleads with me, breaking through the haze of my thoughts. "Don't do this."
"You're going to be the one to help me forget this darkness I've been living in... with you... I can be whole again... you're the only one... I need you... I want you..."
"NO! I CAN'T! Please, I have responsibilities!"
"What responsibilities could a thing like you have? Do you not understand that I am superior to you in every way?"
"You will forget those so-called 'responsibilities'... you'll forget anything and everything besides me..."
"WHAT ABOUT MY DREAMS!? MY ASPIRATIONS!?" Her voice cracks with pain, but I ignore her pleas.
"How cute... Do you still have dreams? How innocent... I can fill those dreams... fill you with the things you dream about..." I grip her cheeks tightly, forcing her to submit to my will. She winced and gagged as I forced my tongue into her mouth. As I invaded her space, my actions were driven by a possessive desire I couldn't seem to shake.
"I'll make your dreams come true... you'll have anything you ever wanted... with me... I can give you the most luxurious life... I can give you love..."
"I HATE YOU SANS!" Her scream reverberates through the room, but I only chuckle in response.
"I will have your heart. I'll have it one way or another, even if I must rip it from your chest."
With a start, I jolt awake, the morning sun casting its warm glow through the window. The remnants of the dream-or vision-linger in my mind, but I push them aside. Today will be long, and I can't waste time contemplating a potential fictional scenario pulled from the recesses of my mind.
I glance down at my skeleton hands, a silent reminder of the strange bond we share. His heart still beats, but there is something new, something... human. He has fallen head over heels for Y/n, and in doing so, he's influenced me as well. How am I supposed to get rid of these feelings?
"Darling~ I brought soup~" The sound of her voice snaps me back to the present, and I curse under my breath.
"D-darling!?!" She blushes furiously, and I can't help but feel a surge of warmth in my chest.
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