Daybreak [ Error!Sans x Reader ]

"Curious."

You were suspended several feet in the air, held against your will as as the demented skeleton surveyed you curiously. "And you are the one called [Y/N], is that so? I find that hard to believe, that a human so pitiful and abhorent as yourself could be the one threat that stood between me and domination of the multiverse. Well now that time has passed for no resistnace lives to oppose me any longer. The painter was a fool even in his final hours."

Nightmare grinned before you, looking like something created within the depths of one's mind, a creature so foul and an abomination that could surely never exist in the mortal world. But here the foul thing stood, reminding you eerily of how Abyss had looked in his final hour, when the creatures of hate had corrupted his soul and turned him into one of them, just as Nightmare was.

"And yet you think you can win," Nightmare laughed as you narrowed your eyes in the sight of him, every inch and fibre of your being craving for the slightest opportunity in which you could break his hold over you and stick a knife down his windpipe. "How can you possibly be so stupid as to believe that hope exists even now, when there is not even the slightest chance that you can escape? You have been betrayed, your friends captured, maybe killed, I won't ruin the surprise. Yet you still stay determined, how hilarious is that?"

The other skeletons standing nearby joined in with their commander's laughter, heads shaking at the irony of it all. "But what I find the most peculiar of all is the nature of your soul." You froze at the mention of it, not wanting Nightmare to discover the true nature of how you had managed to evade his soul weapon, how you had managed to reconstruct your soul even when it had been split in two. But it was inevitable that he would discover -

"Now that is strange."

Your soul was brought into view resembling the strange display of Error's half and your soul bound together, both halves distinct and visible. "You should be a blubbering mess without the other half of your weapon nearby and yet here you stand, completely coherent and aware of your surroundings with an intact soul, or a patch upgrade I would presume."

You said nothing, refusing to give in to Nightmare's growing satisfaction. "But what I dont't undestand is why that anomaly of a comedian would give you half of his soul, it seems the last thing he would ever do." There was a brief moment of silence before Nightmare broke down into a fit of hysteric laughter. "Oh, that is hilarious! Is it possible that Error, the one destined to eradicate the multiverse, the one that the painter has struggled so much against, actually has emotions? The nerve of that!"

Heat flaed in your cheeks and you struggled against the invisible hold over your soul, hating being so trapped, so damn helpless to do anything but watch as you were ridiculed by the group of skeletons.

"But what I wonder," Nightmare continued, lowering you closer to the ground so that the two of you were eye level. "I wonder if there is a link between the two of you, if my theory is correct that the two of you share a split soul. Because if one's half of a soul is to die or endure unbareable agony, surely the other half would feel it, if even a little? Shall we test it?"

Nightmare's hand was inches away from your exposed soul when the realisation slowly clicked into place. "You haven't caught them," you gasped, relief flooding through you. "Because if you had caught Error and the others, there would be no point in any of this. There would be no need to torture me in hopes of rendering Error vulnerable if he was already in your grasp, right? You're not as powerful as you may think. Because as long as they walk free, there is still hope. And hope is the only thing stronger than fear."

"Enough!" Nightmare spat and you were slammed to the floor before being lifted back up again. "Nothing, they are nothing compared to me! I have won this war and they in time will face their own ends. With you gone the resistance will crumble and no one will dare oppose me. Not with Ink gone and finally you, the one they deem to be the painter's successor once he dies, is that right? A funny thing that will be."