#nightmarememe

[alyssa-ward]

Nightmares

Send me nightmares, what kind of terrible dream might my muse have that would wake them in a cold sweat, scared to go back to sleep?

[thepositivescientist]

"Hun, you look so tired..."

“oh, i do? heh. sorry….another late night at work and such….i’ll be fine.” 

He tried to smile but it ended up more as a grimace. 

[thepositivescientist]

"Bro? Are ya okay?"

“i-i’m….i’m fine….don’t worry…”

He mumbled these words and tried not to show how ‘not okay’ he was. 

[thepositivescientist]

Nightmare: a distorted voice speaks slowly. It refers to the genocide timelines. "You are a terrible person. You let your brother die. You didnt even try to stop it. You might as well have done it yourself, you are a dirty brother killer."

It was his fault. He should have stopped them. But he didn’t. He was a coward. A murderer. Well. He was that long before all this. They were right. He let his brother die. He could have stopped it. He SHOULD have stopped it. 

It should have been him. Why couldn’t it be him? In all the other timelines it was. But no, he let his brother face that BEAST alone. Papyrus trusted him and now he paid the price for such foolishness. 

Swap made him way to Papyrus’ door and peeked in just to be sure he was ok. Of course he was. It was just another nightmare. Still, Swap couldn’t shake the feeling of dread. 

[thepositivescientist]

Nightmare: There is a human standing in front of him, a knife covered in dust in their hand. Images of his family and friends getting cut down before him play before the child runs with a wide and manic expression. The sharp weapon digs into his rib cage and he is left only with his thoughts as he is slowly falling apart. All of a sudden though, it stutters. And there he is, back again with the human in front of him. It repeats over and over and over..

Over, and over and over and over and over…..The same thing. With each death he lost more and more of himself. With each run he got angrier and angrier. Not like it mattered. 

He thought that it would stop hurting after so many times. But it never did. Each time that dagger dug into his bones it stung just as much as the first time. Each time he felt himself fall apart he panicked just as much. He pleaded and cried out. Sometimes he cursed the human and sometimes he told them that he knew they could be better. 

He grew so tired of this. Wishing for any change. Anything at all. Even a different way to die or different words to cry out. But it never happened. He watched his loved ones die over and over and each time he was too weak or too cowardly to save them. He died over and over. He couldn’t stop it. He lost control, or was he ever in control? 

He had this dream often. A golden hall, a human, pain, loss, death, repeat after repeat. He hated it. He hated this world and that human and his fear. He hated feeling helpless or trapped. He hated having to wake up from this dream and pretend everything was ok. He hated having to smile just so people wouldn’t worry. He hated that he made that promise….

[thepositivescientist]

Would you like a hug Swap? I think you need one.

“…i…um….yeah….y-yeah, i’m…i’m not doing too well. hah.” 

He didn’t really like hugs from strangers but this was an exception. He really needed someone right now. Just something to remind him what was real. 

Without any hesitation he pulled the anon into a hug, clinging to them as a sort of anchor. 

[thepositivescientist]

Nightmare: Swap meets a human, who is troubled so he offers them a hug! In a blur the human is dead. And Papyrus....Papyrus is slowly turning to dust in his arms! He tries and tries but he turns to dust leaving only with 'I love you bro.' (:p)

The dream started out not so badly. A troubled human that he offered comfort. But in the blink of an eye it turned sour. The human dead and his brother…oh no. no no NO NO NO! 

He tried so hard to keep Papyrus together, draining his magic stores to a critical level to use his healing magic. But eventually he couldn’t anymore and Papyrus was gone. 

Maybe if he had trained harder on his healing magic, maybe if he hadn’t damaged his soul those years ago. Maybe then he would have been able to save his brother. But he couldn’t. He couldn’t.

What happened? Why? Who did this? Why? 

Swap had many nightmare about his brother dying. It was something he was use to in a sense. However that never stopped them from hurting. Each time they fueled his fear more and more and filled his future with dread. He wasn’t ok. 

[thepositivescientist]

nightmare: she doesn't love you.

He expected that. It still hurt but that was ok. It didn’t matter how he felt as long as she was happy. He could move on. Like he always did. Just keep moving.