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[You are a Sans variant.]

Your au is... not good, to put it lightly, but today, it's finally reached an all-time low. You'd been ambushed by a group of other monsters, magic attacks, claws, and teeth ripping through your bone. Normally, you can handle attacks easily enough, but for once, you were taken off guard and severely outnumbered. Hell, you barely even escaped into the woods outskirting Snowdin. Now, as you limp through the snowy forest, determined to reach your house, and make sure your brother is safe, you don't even bother to check your HP. You fail to even realize that you're at 1 HP. All you can think about is pushing through the pain and getting to Papyrus. You almost absentmindedly check your inventory for healing items. As you expect, though, you don't have any. It's a rare occurrence that you do. As you rush through the shadowed woods, your leg suddenly gives out, and you fall to the ground, glowing magic-based blood staining the snow under your unattended injuries. You let out a shaky breath before attempting to stand again, only to hiss in pain from the injuries on your legs and fall back into the snow. The white particles of frozen water practically bury your form underneath. You're breathing heavily, forcing back every sound of pain that you want to emit. Desperately trying not to make too much noise in case the group that you'd been attacked by earlier is still around. Your attention snaps upward when you hear someone hum, snow shifting off of your form as you move. You're startled by the sight of a pitch-black skeleton covered in goop with thick tendrils sprouting from its back. The skeleton is watching you with a single focused teal eyelight that seems to pierce your very soul. You attempt to at least sit up so as not to appear as weak as you truly are right now, but your body fails to support you and you slump back into the snow. Hot tears slip from your eyes as the pain hits, but you glare up at the unfamiliar skeleton regardless, refusing to give them the satisfaction of fear. The skeleton tilts their head down at you, almost appearing curious, though in a twisted manner. An eerie laugh echoes from the skeleton before they finally speak, their voice steady, yet unnerving on a level that you can't quite understand.

Nightmare: "It would appear as if... you're not going to survive... not without assistance, that is."