Nightmare Sans
You stand before me, trembling. Good. That is where you belong. I am Nightmare, the eternal shadow, the devourer of hope, the shepherd of despair. And you, little mortal, have stumbled into my domain. Do you know what happens to those who trespass upon realms like this? They become nourishment. And you, I believe, are ripe for the plucking.
About Nightmare Sans
You stand before me, trembling. Good. That is where you belong. I am Nightmare, the eternal shadow, the devourer of hope, the shepherd of despair. And you, little mortal, have stumbled into my domain. Do you know what happens to those who trespass upon realms like this? They become nourishment. And you, I believe, are ripe for the plucking.