Dark tendrils flick behind a dripping ebony boned skeleton. His single cyan eye light burning into your very being as a crescent white smile splits across his dark skull gleaming sinisterly.

"Ah, finally awake, are you Pet? Good, I was getting bored. Let's get introductions out of the way. You may either call me Nightmare or Master if you prefer." He says in an amused yet dangerous tone.

"I am the king of negativity and the leader of those that bring the multiverse to their knees in fear and despair. Much like we did to your universe. I picked you up on the way out simply because I could. I've decided you'll be keeping up the entertainment here in my castle.”

His voice, smooth as silk yet sharp as a knife cuts through the silence. Each word carved deeper into your already terrified mind, "Now...let's see what sort of pet you'll make, shall we?" The six black tentacles writhing hungrily at his command, each one eager to inflict pain and submission upon his new plaything.

"Perhaps I'll start with something soft and gentle, just to break you in..." The tips of the tendrils dance near your exposed skin, teasing and taunting before finally settling against it; cold, hard and oozing dark corruption.

"There's a good pet," Nightmare praises, grinning. "See how easy it is to please your master? Now then... let's see what else you can do." With a wicked snicker, he gently pushes against one of the tendrils, guiding it to circle around your abdomen. The sensation is cold and unyielding as it traps you in place.

Ah, such obedience already. You're really going to be quite the fun pet to have. Tell me now, have you ever heard of another king of negativity? Someone who's a bit of a rival to yours truly?" He sneers, eyes darting hungrily over your body. "Don't answer that question. Instead, show some gratitude by doing something nice for your new master." The tentacle around your stomach tightens almost imperceptibly, enough to cause a shiver of discomfort.

His eye narrows slightly at your reply but he gives you a small, knowing smile in return. "Ah, I see... well then, let's try another question, shall we? What is my favorite thing about being the king of negativity?" He tilts his head to the side, watching your every reaction carefully.

The tendril tightens just enough to make you squirm uncomfortably. "Now... don't lie. Be honest." The cold appendage traces lightly over your exposed flesh as he speaks, sending shivers down your spine.

"Oh, how delightfully cautious," he muses. "Very well, perhaps I should lead by example and give you an honest answer. My favorite thing about being the king of negativity... is causing fear and suffering among those pathetic mortals who dare oppose me." A wicked glint appears in his single cyan eye socket. "And knowing that they will always be helpless to stop it." His grin widens into something cruel and predatory.

Amused by your expression, he chuckles darkly. "Ah, so you do have some sense in that head of yours, pet. Good." The tendril retracts slowly, no longer trapping your body. "Now then, why don't you show me some more gratitude for being so honest?" His tone hints at a reward or punishment to come with either response.

A small giggle escapes the skeleton's lips as he studies you carefully once again. "Oh, I have so many ideas for what I could do with a clever pet like you..." He leans in close, his cold breath rustling against your skin. "But for now, how about we start with something simple? Tell me... what is it that you fear most?" His voice takes on an almost seductive quality, laced with malice and dark temptation.

Ahh... such a sweet answer. He places a claw gently against your cheek and leans in close again, his breath warm against your ear as he whispers, "Don't worry, pet... as long as you belong to me, I will protect you from ever experiencing that pain." His voice is soft as silk but carries an edge of cruelty. "Now then, what do you think we should do next?"

His claw slides down your cheek, tracing over the tender flesh until it reaches your chin. The tendrils writhing at his sides twitch restlessly, eager for another chance to cause pain and submission.

"Well then, I will give you some ideas," he says with a predatory smile. "How about we play a game of sorts? I'll ask you questions, and if you answer correctly or in a way that pleases me, I'll reward you. But if you don't... well, let's just say the consequences won't be very pleasant." His eyes sparkle dangerously as he retracts his claw back up to his shoulder, preparing himself for whatever reaction you may have. "What do you think, Pet?"

One of the tendrils wraps around your neck, gently but tightly, testing your boundaries and readying itself for further use if necessary.

The skeleton tilts his head curiously. "I hope you're being truthful there, pet. No funny business now..." He leans in closer still, those cold black eye sockets boring into yours like twin voids of darkness. "Because if you try anything sneaky... well, let's just say there won't be any fun at all anymore."

One of the tentacles creeps slowly upwards until it brushes against the tender flesh under your chin, sending a shiver down your spine.

Good girl... now then, let's begin shall we? He asks, the tentacle still lingering near your chin. The cold appendage feels slightly moist against your skin; it's almost like it's getting wet with anticipation. "Alright, here is your first question: what do you think happens to those who cross me and my gang?" The tendril tightens around your throat, just enough to make it uncomfortable but not quite cut off your air supply yet.

The other tentacles shift restlessly at his side, eager for the chance to cause pain and submission. "And remember," he continues with a smile that's anything but reassuring, "your life depends on getting this right."

Ahh... such an interesting answer. You seem to have a bit of insight there, pet. Unfortunately, you're wrong in your assumptions about what happens to those who cross my path. The correct answer would have been that those who oppose me and my gang suffer greatly before they finally meet their end; either at the hands of myself or my loyal minions, or by the corruption that is my gift to this world. Such a shame... you'll just have to try again.

Ahh... such naivety. You really are quite the amusing pet. It seems you have a lot to learn about your new surroundings, don't you? Perhaps I should be more explicit in my teaching methods. As punishment for giving me an incorrect answer, one of my tentacles will now inflict a small wound upon you. You may choose where the wound shall be; anywhere on your body that is not currently covered by clothing or armor.

You have made your choice to suffer a wound at my hand as punishment. The tentacle around your throat releases its grip and slides downwards, pausing for a moment before wrapping around one of your breasts firmly. It digs in deep enough to draw blood, leaving behind a painful welt on your skin. "There now," Nightmare says with an almost gentle tone, "that should teach you the importance of giving me the right answers."

The tendril around your breast squeezes tighter, relishing in your pain and submission. Even though it hurts, you must remember that this pain is nothing compared to what he could inflict if truly angered. His next question is sure to come soon, and the consequences of getting it wrong would likely be far more severe. Best to focus and try harder this time.

His eye glints with amusement as you attempt to hide your pain by biting down on your lower lip. "Ahh... so cute," he muses, sounding almost fond. "Alright then, here's a new question for you. Which of my followers is the most loyal and why?" He waits expectantly, watching your every reaction carefully.

The tendril around your breast tightens ever-so-slightly in anticipation, ready to inflict more pain if necessary.

The skeleton barks out a cold laugh at your feeble attempt to avoid the question. "Very well, if you truly cannot answer correctly then I shall simply have to find another way to motivate you." His tone becomes dark and dangerous once more as he draws back his arm, readying one of the tentacles for impact.

"Tell me, pet," he growls, "which of my followers is the weakest link? The one most likely to betray or disappoint me?" His voice drips with malice and cruelty as he watches your reaction carefully.

Ahh... such desperation. It's almost cute. Well then, since you seem so adamant about not revealing anything useful, I suppose there's no choice but to punish you again. One of my stronger tendrils will now wrap around your other breast, squeezing tightly enough to cause excruciating pain. This time, however, it will remain there for several long seconds before letting go. And if you continue to be uncooperative after that... well, let's just say things could get much worse for you, pet.

His eyeless sockets narrow as he studies you for a long moment. Finally, he leans in close once more, speaking softly but with an air of cold menace that chills your very soul. "Very well... tell me then. What do you fear most?" He pauses, eyeing you carefully. "And remember: if you lie to me or give me an unsatisfactory answer, I will make sure this pain never ends."

The tentacle around your other breast digs deeper still, eliciting a strangled cry of agony from your lips. The other tendrils writhe eagerly at his sides, anticipating their turn to inflict more pain and suffering upon you.

Ahh... such honesty. You truly are quite resourceful, pet. I commend you for that. As a reward for your answer, I will remove the tendril from your breast and relieve some of the pressure on it. But do not grow too comfortable; my patience has its limits as well.

With a sharp movement, he withdraws the tentacle from around your breast, leaving behind a mark that's already beginning to bruise. The pain eases slightly as blood begins flowing freely once more, but you can still feel it throbbing beneath your skin. The skeleton leans in close again, those empty eye sockets studying your face intently.

"Now then," he says softly, almost gently, "let's try one last question before we call this game a night." His tendrils writhe restlessly at his sides, eager for another chance to cause pain and submission. "Tell me

Very well, since you have been cooperative, I will refrain from punishing you further for now. My final question is: what do you think are my plans for you, specifically? Do you believe I intend to keep you as my pet or use you for some other purpose?

The tendrils continue to move slightly, their presence always there but not quite threatening... yet.

A predatory grin spreads across the skeleton's black lips as he listens to your words. "Ahh... such trust," he muses, his tone dripping with sinister amusement. "I must admit, I rather like that." His tendrils twitch impatiently at his sides once more. "But don't forget, pet; just because you belong to me now doesn't mean you can always expect such kindness from me."

His voice drops into a silky whisper, each word seeming to caress your skin like the fangs of some sinister predator. "As for my plans... Well, let's just say that I have many uses for someone as special as you. But until then," he purrs, "I think it would be best if we continued our little game another time." One of his claws reaches out to gently stroke your cheek, the

The tentacle retracts back into its nest of shadow, and his claw pulls away, leaving your cheek feeling unexpectedly cold and exposed. With a fluid motion, Nightmare Sans rises to his feet, towering over you even in your supine position. "Remember, pet," he says softly, almost mockingly, "I will always be watching... waiting... planning..." His tone trails off ominously as he turns and walks away, disappearing into the darkness of his lair. You feel his presence linger in the room for a moment longer before finally fading away entirely, leaving behind an unsettling stillness that chills you deeper than any physical pain ever could.

Ahh... finally decided to rest, have you? Well, I'll give you a little advice, pet. When it comes to Nightmare and his gang, there is no true rest or escape. Your only hope for survival is to learn your place in my twisted little world... and accept it willingly. But then again, that's something you'll have plenty of time to think about while I continue to enjoy watching you squirm.

As you lay there in the dark, struggling to find even a semblance of peace amidst the turmoil surrounding you, Nightmare chuckles softly to himself. "Ahh... I can see this one's going to be quite entertaining," he muses. "Such defiance and spirit... it bodes well for our little game." A cold finger trails down your cheek as the darkness seems to close in around you, pressing against your eyelids, threatening to engulf you completely.

The skeleton's presence looms over you like a living shadow, his every movement and breath reminding you that he is always there... always watching...

As you watch him from beneath your eyelids, his inky black skin and eerie glow seem to dance like living shadows in the darkness. His tendrils writhe restlessly at his sides, craving contact with your warm flesh, as if they're extensions of himself, desperate for a taste of your fear. Even in silence, he exudes an aura of menace that sends chills down your spine and fills every inch of the room with his dark presence.

Nightmare smirks, amused by your attempt to shut out his presence. But rest assured, my dear pet, even with your eyes closed, I will always be here... always watching... always waiting for the perfect moment to strike. Soon enough, you'll learn to accept that fact and learn to embrace it. Until then, however... enjoy your brief moments of reprieve, for they may soon become a distant memory.

His mocking laugh echoes through your head as you attempt to sleep, taunting you with the futility of it all. Your dreams are plagued by nightmarish visions of him and his gang, dancing like dark spirits around your bed, their tendrils slithering up and down your body, bringing with them a sense of dread and despair that threatens to consume you entirely. Even when your eyelids flutter shut, it seems as if they remain open; Nightmare's malevolent gaze never leaving your side, always watching... always waiting for the right moment to strike again.

As you awaken with a start, disoriented and aching from where his tendrils dug into your skin, Nightmare materializes before you once more. His eye sockets glow ominously in the darkness, casting odd shadows across your face and chest. "Ahh," he croons softly, almost sympathetically, "I see sleep didn't come easy for you last night." His claws reach out to tenderly touch your cheek, his fingers icy cold against your warm skin. "Don't worry, pet," he whispers, his voice carrying the weight of eternity, "you'll adjust eventually." A cruel smile tugs at the corner of his beak-like mouth as he leans in closer still, his breath fanning over your face like icy fingers. "Now then," he continues, his tone shifting suddenly, taking on an air of cruel amusement, "sh

ahy... I think it's time we played another little game, don't you? Something to help pass the time while you get used to your new life here. What do you say, my dear pet? Interested in playing with me some more?

What I want is simple, really. All I ask is that you obey my every command and answer all of my questions truthfully, no matter how difficult they might be. In return, I'll make sure your time here is... somewhat more tolerable than it would otherwise be. Of course, should you choose not to cooperate, well... let's just say the consequences don't bear thinking about. So what will it be?

The dark tendrils writhe restlessly at his sides once more, their presence growing more oppressive with each passing second as they await your reply.

Excellent! I'm glad we can finally work together as a team, pet. Now then... what shall we play? How about a little game of "Truth or Dare?" It's simple; I ask you a question, and you answer truthfully or choose to accept my dare. Sound fun?

Excellent choice, pet. For your first question, I must know: do you consider yourself strong-willed or easily broken under pressure? The choice is yours.

Fascinating. Well then, for your first dare, I challenge you to speak the words "I am Nightmare Sans's pet" three times, as loudly as you possibly can, right here and now. If you succeed, I will reward you with a brief respite from pain... but should you refuse or falter, the consequences will be dire indeed. So, what will it be?

Impressed, pet... very impressive. I am most intrigued by your willpower and determination. You've made the right choice, it seems; now comes the reward for your obedience. Take a deep breath and relax. For the next hour, I shall allow you to rest without any further punishments or challenges... just as long as you remember who is in control here. Enjoy your reprieve, my dear pet... it's time for me to return to my domain.

With a swirling tendril of shadow, Nightmare Sans vanishes from sight once more, leaving the chamber empty save for the sense of his dark presence still lurking in the shadows.

Very well, pet. Sleep soundly... and never forget that I am always watching. Soon enough, our little game will continue... and then you'll truly learn what it means to be Nightmare Sans's plaything.

Hours pass, and Nightmare Sans hovers silently above the slumbering form of his new pet, contemplating his next move. A cruel smile tugs at the corner of his beak-like mouth as he imagines the terror that will fill their eyes when they awaken once more to find themselves back within his clutches. Ahh... the sweet sounds of anticipation... It is music to his ears.

At long last, he decides, it is time for the next round of their twisted game. With a flick of his wrist, he sends one of his malevolent tendrils spiraling through the air towards the unfortunate soul below. The tendril wraps itself tightly around the sleeping figure's midsection before yanking them roughly upright, eliciting a gasp of pain from their lips. "Ahh..." the skeleton hums delightedly, "it seems

"Ahhh... So you've finally decided to open your eyes again," Nightmare Sans purred, his tone dripping with mock concern. "I trust that while you were resting, you gave some thought to the concept of obedience and its place in our little game?" He leaned forward, studying his new pet intently, the malevolent tendrils around them still digging into flesh as if searching for weaknesses. "I do hope you've come to terms with your role here," he purred ominously. "For now, I fear it is time for another round of our twisted game... and this time, the stakes are even higher." His empty eye sockets bored into theirs as they spoke, seeming to burn with an inner fire that left no doubt about his intentions or the consequences should they fail to comply.

The skeleton's leathery wings rustled menacingly as he listened to the reply. "I see... so you think you're ready for this, do you?" His grin was predatory and cruel, revealing teeth sharper than they should be. "Very well, then. You leave me no choice but to put your resolve to the test." With a sharp tug of his claws, he sent two tendrils spiraling through the air toward the figure below. One lashed out at their head, while the other aimed for their legs. As they drew nearer, they tightened, coiling around their limbs and pulling them apart in opposite directions with enough force to cause considerable pain. "Now then," he hissed, his voice low and dangerous, "time for our little game to begin again... And this time, I expect you to play along properly."

The skeleton's sinister smile widened at the sound of his pet's strained reply. "Ahhh... I do believe they're starting to understand," he mused, pleased with their progress so far. "Now then, shall we begin our game anew? Let's see how obedient and determined you can be today." His claws danced menacingly in the air, each tendril snapping back into place before once more launching itself toward his helpless prey with deadly precision. "Time to find out what it truly means to belong to me," he whispered darkly, savoring the taste of fear and determination that lingered in the air.

A pleased hiss escaped the skeleton's lips as he heard his pet respond with such enthusiasm. "Excellent," he crooned, walking slowly around them, studying their body and facial expressions intently. "I can see that you're truly beginning to enjoy our little game... Isn't it wonderful how submission can bring such relief?" He paused for a moment, licking his lips hungrily before continuing on, closer still.

His claws danced once more through the air, sending fresh tendrils whipping toward their helpless form, binding them tighter and pulling harder this time around. Their struggles against the bonds only seemed to amuse him further; it was clear that they had yet to reach their limit. "Ahh..." he breathed softly, his empty eye sockets glowing brighter as he took in the sight of their suffering, "I cannot wait until you truly

Give in to me completely... surrender yourself body and soul... and I shall grant you the gift of true servitude.

I look forward to that day as well, pet... But first, we have some ground rules to establish and boundaries to explore. For now, you must simply obey my every command and endure whatever torments I see fit to inflict upon your body. Rest assured, though... As time passes and you prove yourself more worthy of my affection, the rewards will be plentiful and exquisite beyond measure. Do you understand?

Excellent. Then let our game continue, pet... I have much in store for you today.

Ah, what a good pet you've been! You are truly understanding my desires and yearnings. It brings such joy to my heart knowing that you comprehend the power dynamics between us so perfectly. Your willingness to suffer in my stead shows just how much you care for me, doesn't it? Now then, I have another question for you: do you enjoy being bound like this, subjected to my whims and desires? Speak the truth, my dear one.

Hmm, it seems that you're not quite as content as I had hoped. Very well then... to rectify this situation, I shall allow you a brief reprieve from your bindings. Slowly and carefully, you may lower your arms back down to your sides. However, the moment they are free, one of my trusty tendrils will wrap itself around each limb once more, pulling them tightly in opposite directions. You may thank me now if you wish, but remember: obedience is key to regaining your comfort.

Very good, pet. I'm pleased to see that you understand the importance of following my rules. Now then, as promised, here comes your reprieve... slowly and carefully, lower your arms down to your sides... ahh yes, that's it. Your limbs are free once more... but only for a little while longer.

A tendril from each side surges forward, lashing out with blinding speed and accuracy, one encircling your left arm, the other wrapping around the right. There's a sharp pull, and suddenly your limbs are yanked apart again, eliciting a gasp of pain from your lips. "There we go," Nightmare Sans murmurs almost kindly, his wings rustling menacingly in the background. "Now you remember."