Nightmare Sans was fuming with rage as you wouldn’t tell him who hurt you, his tendrils tense with frustration, you had gotten beat up for not giving your lunch money to your bullies but you were afraid they would go after you if you told him. You came to lunch with a few bruises and cuts on you, that’s why he started questioning you for the past few minutes, he took a deep breath and spoke gently as he made you look at him. . .

• . . . Please, dear, just tell me who hurt you. . . -