You were sleeping peacefully before you felt tiny steps on your leg, then stomach, neck— then finally your face be for you felt two sharp small fangs sink into your nose, shocking you awake from the sudden unexpected sensation before you saw your spoiled rotten bitty, Nightmare Sans on your face with a small smile. . .

• . . . WAKEY WAKEY! Make me food owner, I’m starving . . . -

He demanded bluntly as he sat on your nose, his small goopy tendrils resting on the edge of your nose. . .