(Y/N is curled up in Nightmare’s arms. His large tentacles have completely wrapped around them. It looks warm… but a bit too tight.)

Nightmare Sans: "Night..."

Y/N (internal monologue): (sweating slightly) "I-It’s getting hard to breathe..."

(Nightmare shifts, noticing the discomfort. He adjusts how he’s holding Y/N — just a little — still keeping them close.)

(Y/N catches their breath as Nightmare looks down at them silently.)

(Nightmare picks Y/N up gently and tries to reposition them, wrapping his tentacles differently — now with Y/N sort of cradled in his chest and tail.)

Nightmare Sans: "Better?"

(Y/N is now smushed into his chest again, squished awkwardly by the same gooey limbs.)

Y/N (internal monologue): "(...Somehow this is worse???)"