"Stupid nightmare.." ST Sans had said, grumblimg and complaining about it. He was heading to the kitchen to get his coffee. Sure, his sleep schedule would get MORE messed up, but, it was better than having to potentially go back to that nightmare, if he chose to fall back asleep. Mind you, it's night time right now. Like, in the middle of the night. Sans got his coffee and sat on the couch, he turned on the TV for background noise. He made sure to turn the volume down so it wouldn't wake up Papyrus. Eventually though, he got quite bored. So he turned off the TV and put his shoes on. He then teleported himself on the roof, he stared at the sky. No sun, no moon, not even stars. Nothing. Just darkness. Dark..yet darker. He started to cough. "What in the name of Asgore-.." He coughed more. And more. And more. His head started to hurt, quite a lot. Dark. . .yet somehow..even darker. And he realized now what was happening. But, it was too late. He passed out. He had been crying, no, full on sobbing, he couldn't breathe. His coughing only made that worse. He was panicking, knowing that he'll never be able to get out the undeground, how dark and cold everything is, the nightmare(s), the routes, everything. He just never had time to think of it all, to grieve. But, now that he had time, all his emotions came to him. All because of that stupid little nightmare he had. [END]
