Not all Nightmares are Bad (Nightmare Sans x Reader)

The big bad bully

As you woke up, you glanced at the clock. It read 2:00 'Good. That should give me enough time to make breakfast and get out of here' you thought to yourself. You pulled a F/C t-shirt over your head and slipped on a pair jeans and walked upstairs to make breakfast. You cooked the pancakes, eggs, sausage, and bacon as fast as you could and set out two plates full of hot food. Next to the plates laid the cups of coffee you had prepared. Two spoonfuls of sugar and cream for "mom", and black for "dad". As you walked out of the house, you grabbed your very worn in sneakers and sat on the front porch to put them on.
As you looked to the horizon, you were comforted to see the moon still hanging overhead in the dark sky. While looking at the moon, you thought back to the dream you had yesterday. It was... very odd. It felt so... real. When Nightmare held your hand, you could feel it. You could feel the smoothness of the boney hand as it slipped into yours. You felt the surprising warmth that emanated from the skeletal hand.
This thought, or memory rather, drowned out all other thoughts as you let your feet carry you in any direction. You didn't care where they led you. At most, it was still 2:30am. You had time. You didn't even notice where you were heading until you were already there, but when you were there - you knew it. It was the tree. It shone in the pale moonlight. It looked so beautiful, you couldn't help but stand and stare for a while. The tree seemed to glow from within... you couldn't help but walk closer until you could reach out and touch the black bark. And you did. You looked up into the branches as moonlight filtered through them and were reminded of your dream. The one you had while laying underneath this tree.
You began to climb the tree. One foot in front of another. One branch after the next. It was a bit harder without Nightmare here to guide you, but you managed. Eventually, and with some effort, you found the branch that the two of you sat on. When you closed your eyes, you could imagine him sitting next to you. As you looked out over the plains, you felt a sense of peace and calm. You stayed there until the moon set and the sun began to rise. You would have preferred to stay longer, but your sense of calm disappeared. It was soon replaced by a sense of anxiety that made you want to look over your shoulder to see if something was there. You felt like you were being watched. You rolled your shoulders in an attempt to shake the feeling but it would not leave you. You dismissed it as nothing and began to climb back down the tree.
When your feet touched the ground, you started walking towards the school, your head still full of thoughts about that dream you had. You were so focused on your thoughts, that you stopped noticing everything else to a degree. You only really noticed one thing. You still felt as if you were being watched.
You shook your head to clear your thoughts and set off at a brisk pace, trying to get to the high-school before the other students. You knew that if you got there before them, they wouldn't have much time to mess with you if they didn't want to be late. It was only around 4:00am so you had plenty of time to yourself. First on the agenda: food.
The cafeteria was easy to break into. You knew from experience. You had done this many times before. You hummed a little tune to yourself as you took only what you needed. A small plain bagel and a chocolate milk lay in front of you as you sat down to eat your extremely small breakfast. "Table for one!" you called jokingly to an empty room. When you got no response, you simply chuckled to yourself and began eating. You ate quickly, scarfing down the bagel and washing it down with the chocolate milk. You moved on to the next of your morning activities. You already knew where you were going. You did this every morning.
Walking down the hall, you noticed an open classroom door. The teacher's desk stood attentively at the front of the room, overlooking three pencil-straight rows of desks. You walked over to the desk, filled with confidence since there was no one around. You pulled out the ponytail holding your H/C hair up and quickly put it up in a messy bun. You sat down at the desk, plastered a frown on your face, and turned up your nose. "Okay classs." you sneered in a mocking impression of a teacher. "What does the chicken give us?" You ran over to the first row of desks and sat down at one at random to answer your own question. "EGGS!" you shouted in reply to yourself. You ran back to the desk and, in your teacher voice, replied with a "Very good chiiild. Now. What does the pig give us?" you asked again. This time, you ran to a desk in the second row once again at random and answered "BACON!" Returning to the desk once more, you replied to your own answer with "Yes child. Very good. Now. Who can tell me what the cow gives us?" This time, instead of sitting at a desk, you chose to jump off a chair onto the nearest desk and shout "HOMEWORK!" You laughed as you ran out the door and down the hall. Your laughter seemed to echo a bit more than it usually did today. Hmm. Strange. Oh well. You brushed it off and continued to your third and last morning activity.
You let your feet carry you where you had programmed them to. A small wind brushed against your face as you ran. It felt cool against your face and filled you with a calm sense of happiness. You quickly arrived at you final destination. The stadium. You had come here many many times. Mostly in the morning, but you also came here at night sometimes. The acoustics were great here. You slowed to a stop in the middle of the field. As you looked around the empty bleachers, you could have sworn that you had seen a dark figure sitting in the back. You blinked and tried to focus on the strange figure but as soon as your eyes opened again, it was gone. You started to get the feeling of being watched again but brushed it aside. The sun was getting higher in the sky and you guessed it was somewhere around 4:50am. School would be starting soon. You didn't have much time left. You took a deep breath... and began to sing.