I’m sorry, who are you? I think you’re mistaking me for the wrong person.

Nightmare looked up at you in confusion, his eye narrowing as he analyzed you. He’d been dealing with some memory loss recently, but it had never been that bad. For him to not know who you were, it hurt, but it wasn’t his fault. After seeing the crushed expression on your face, Nightmare made a face in awkwardness.

Uh..are you okay? Sorry, I guess? Do you need a glass of water, or for me to call someone for you?..