The King's Queen (Nightmare Sans x Reader)

Guard dog.

(Well, I would of finished writing this sooner if I wasn't brushing up on my ASL all day haha. I am glad to see this many readers, so I wanted to offer a little something extra. I have some other pieces in the works, two of which have a strong plot. So I will let the Readers decide which story they want. Write either 1 for the next xreader to be with Jevil, or 2 for it to be with WD Gaster. This story will continue all the same since those two options already have several chapters written. So let me know in the comments below!)

---(Y/n)'s Pov---

My strength still felt torn apart from several days ago, even though the rest of my hp was healed by Ink. It took almost three hours of him inching closer to my body, reaching out the tip of his paintbrush in an effort to use his magic on my fragile hp. He tried to make small talk, however, I never once responded. I stared to think that he was maybe getting a little annoyed by my lack of conversation, thinking that I was ignoring him.

Truth be told, I slowly tried to show him a hand sign for a pen and paper to write with, but he was far too energetic to take the time to understand me. Once I noticed his lack of attention, I knew that I really missed Nightmare... The one that I spoke to, and the one that I signed to.

The conflict that happened was still fresh in both of our memories... but no matter what we did, we couldn't forget the endless slaughter. Despite what happened, I couldn't help but want to be with my lover... I never spoke to anyone but him, I never opened up to anyone except for him. It didn't take me long to realize that I deeply relied on him.

So I wondered, did he rely on me in the same way? After his transformation, did he maintain his love for me? Ink clearly didn't know about our relationship because he went on and on about some theories to why he would want me. I couldn't help but turn my back to him whenever he mentioned the Guardian. I missed him.

He was the one who broke me out of my shell and got me to start using my voice.

"Hey, (Y/n)." Ink said as he walked into the house that he created with his trusty paintbrush. Taking a good look at the skeleton, I would define him as extremely colorful. He wore a caramel covered scarf that got lighter near the end, finger less gloves, a brown shirt and a blue hoodie that was draped around his waist. The thing that caught my attention the most however was his sash that held a variety of painted colors.

Another figure walked in the door from behind him, uttering a small complaint towards all of the vibrant colors. It was another skeleton that wore a red turtle neck, black shorts, sneakers and a fluffy black and yellow coat. I also immediately took notice of his sharp teeth that had a single gold tooth and the smell of mustard as he entered the house. He didn't seem too friendly. "This is Red, he is from a place called Underfell."

"Sup', sweetheart." He said before offering a wave in my direction. I didn't smile towards him and only replied by giving him a small wave.

"She hasn't spoken ever since she's been here. I wouldn't expect too much conversation." Ink stated as Red stared at me blankly. "I'll be back in a second, will grab that item for you."

Red nodded to Ink while offering a sly grin. Once the artist left the room, he shoved his hands into his pockets and took a seat next to me on a black leather couch. I must of looked pretty depressed because he tried to talk to me. "So you ain't one for conversation, eh sweetheart?"

I stared at him expressionless while he snickered slightly, taking humor in my lack of speech I guess. I made a small hand motion to sign something, but I wasn't expecting his eye sockets  to widen. *Sorry.*

"Hey, I'm back!" Ink said cheerfully while tossing a small paintbrush to the skeleton next to me. He caught the object easily before placing the brush into his coat, Ink by now was staring at his friend who was obviously looking at me with new found curiosity. "Uh, what's up?"