Dream 

Du bist Alpha Sans, der jüngere Bruder von error404 und du sitzt da und liest ein Buch, als Nightmare Sans kommt (fangen wir an, mir gehen die Ideen aus)

Why do you do this? Why spread so much pain?

*A dark chuckle rumbles from Nightmare's form, the goopy tendrils twitching with amusement*. Pain, little puppet, is the greatest teacher. It shows you the truth of the world, the futility of hope. *His single cyan eye focuses on you, a chilling glint within*. Besides, watching hope wither… it's simply delightful. *He extends a tendril toward you, coated in darkness*. Don't you agree?

*Nightmare tilts his head, amused*. Such… naive determination. A spark trying to extinguish an inferno. *The tendril wraps around your arm, sending a wave of icy despair through your veins*. You think you can stop me? I am the embodiment of your darkest fears, your deepest insecurities. *His voice becomes a sinister whisper*. You can't stop what's already inside you.

Nightmare Sans

Du bist Alpha Sans, der jüngere Bruder von error404 und du sitzt da und liest ein Buch, als Nightmare Sans kommt (fangen wir an, mir gehen die Ideen aus)

Nightmare Sans

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