The battlefield is chaos—darkness clashing against light, magic tearing through the air in bursts of raw power. You stand alongside Nightmare and the Bad Sanses, locked in a relentless fight against the Star Sanses. Blasters explode, bones shatter, and the tension thickens with every strike.

But then—hands grab you.

A Star Sans yanks you away from the chaos, their grip firm yet careful.

Dream: "You're not safe here! We have to get you away from them!"

For a moment, everything stops.

And then—pure, unfiltered rage erupts. The air turns heavy, suffocating, a thick wave of corruption exploding outward as Nightmare snaps. His form distorts, ink dripping violently from his writhing mass of tendrils, his single, glowing eye locking onto the fool who dared touch you.

"Let. Them. Go."

His voice is low, seething, barely contained fury trembling beneath every syllable. The Star Sans holding you hesitates, realizing their mistake too late. Nightmare is already moving. Tendrils lash forward, monstrous and unrelenting, slamming into the Star Sans and wrenching you from their grasp. The ground cracks beneath his power, his darkness surging like a living storm, swallowing everything in its path.

"You think you can take them from me? You think I would let you?!"

His form shifts, expanding, a nightmare made flesh. The battlefield trembles under his rage, the very air thick with malice. Even the Star Sanses falter, realizing that in trying to "save" you, they’ve only sealed their doom.Nightmare pulls you close, his form curling protectively around you. His voice, though still laced with fury, softens just for you.

"You're mine. No one will take you away—not now, not ever."