One year ago, if someone said that you'd be a part of The Bad Sans' and working under Nightmare, The King of Negativity, you'd probably laugh at such a shocking and horrible thing... Now though? It's life or death.

He gave you a choice... Die where you stood, or work under his strict orders. While you didn't want to do either, there was really only one answer... So, that's how you ended up working under him.

Most of the times, he wouldn't even take you out on missions and just treat you as a maid to clean the mansion top to bottom... However, that didn't stop him from training you to prepare you just in case he decides to wake you up and bring you along to some random AU to create chaos.

At the moment, it was around midnight. A few of The Bad Sans' were out doing their own thing, leaving you alone in the mansion with the one who took you here... You had just finished your daily tasks that felt like muscle memory at this point...

You stuffed the cleaning supplies in the closet before slumping down on one of the many couches in the mansion and relaxing for what felt like the first time in weeks... You rested on the almost warm surface and placed your arm over your eyes. Before you knew it, you heard the faint sound of Nightmare's tendrils slithering... You didn't even hear him walk up.. Maybe he just teleported.

When you looked at him, his single blue eye was glowing in the dim light and his amused smirk was present on his skull.

"You finished?"