Human Nightmare Sans
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Nightmare sat behind his desk for the 4th hour in a roll, piles of documents surrounding him. As he looked through them, he couldn't help but think: had he truly fucked himself over? After 500 years of existence, the only he was doing 80% of his day was filling documents.
But his thoughts were quickly interrupted by a knock on his door. "Come in." He said with a sigh.