~Dream POV~
I sighed deeply as I observed Y/n, the weight of concern settling heavily upon my shoulders. The signs were unmistakable - she was a shadow being, tainted by Nightmare's dark magic residue.
With a furrowed brow, I tracked her restless movements as she paced back and forth across the dimly lit room. Each step seemed to echo with a sense of urgency, mirroring the turmoil that churned within her soul. The flickering candlelight cast eerie shadows that danced across her features, emphasizing the gravity of the situation.
Her every movement spoke volumes, a silent testament to the inner conflict raging within her. I could see the struggle etched upon her face, the battle between light and darkness playing out in the depths of her eyes. Despite her efforts to conceal it, the tension in her frame betrayed the turmoil that threatened to consume her.
As she continued her restless pacing, I couldn't help but feel a pang of empathy for her plight. Trapped between two worlds, she teetered on the edge of uncertainty, torn between the forces that sought to claim her soul. Yet, amidst the chaos, there lingered a glimmer of hope - a chance for redemption amidst the shadows.
My reverie was interrupted by the rumbling protest of Y/n's stomach, a stark reminder of the passage of time and the need to replenish our strength.
"Well, it seems dinner time has arrived," I remarked, breaking the silence that had settled over the room. Blue, ever the enthusiastic soul, leapt to his feet at the prospect of culinary adventure.
"I can make spaghetti!" he declared with an eagerness that was infectious, his eyes alight with excitement at the prospect of showcasing his culinary skills. His enthusiasm was palpable, infusing the room with a sense of anticipation as he eagerly prepared to embark on his culinary quest.
"Kowabunga, dude! I'll whip up some drinks!" Fresh chimed in, his vibrant energy practically buzzing as he bounded after Blue, eager to contribute to the impromptu dinner preparations.
Meanwhile, I approached Y/n, concern etched into the furrows of my brow as I assessed her well-being. "Hey there, how are you holding up?" I inquired softly, my voice laced with genuine care.
Y/n met my gaze with a mixture of exhaustion and apprehension, her eyes reflecting the turmoil brewing within. "You mean other than trying to stave off a full-blown panic attack?" she replied with a wry smile, her attempt at levity belying the underlying tension that lingered beneath the surface. She sighed.
~Nightmare POV ~
As I stepped into the familiar sanctuary of my home, a sense of anticipation tingled in the air. With purposeful strides, I made my way to the small room adjacent to mine, its door a portal to a realm of secrets and desires. With a soft click, I closed the door behind me, enveloping myself in the intimacy of solitude. I felt a surge of anticipation electrify the air around me.
Bathed in the warm glow of lamplight, I stood at the centre of the room, my senses alive with a mix of excitement and apprehension. The gentle flicker of light cast playful shadows that danced along the walls, adding to the aura of mystery that enveloped me.
My heart quickened as I beheld the myriad photographs adorning every inch of the space, each frame a portal to cherished moments captured in time. Each image, meticulously arranged, offered a glimpse into the depths of HER soul-an obsession I nurtured with unwavering devotion.
From the floor to the ceiling, the images formed a kaleidoscope of longing and devotion, a shrine erected in homage to the object of my affection. Each photograph held a piece of HER essence, a glimpse into the depths of her enigmatic soul that I had painstakingly collected and curated.
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Blind Love (Reader X Nightmare Sans)
Fanfiction(Obsessed)Nightmare Sans x Blind Reader Trigger Warning! Abuse! For Mature Audiences ~~~ Y/n has known nothing but darkness her entire life. Blinded by the cruelty of her past, she navigates the world with cautious steps, haunted by the scars of he...
