Lucy* -nightmare-

I was in a dark room. It smelt like death and blood. I wandered the room and came across a door that was seeping light through it's cracks. Pushing the door open,  I was met with a familiar face that had her back turned to me.

"Chara? Where are we and what are you doing here?"

"We are in my world Lucy. I'm simply here to give a message to you and smiley"

"What? I don't understand"

She turned to face me. In the corner I noticed Frisk dead with a stab wound in her chest. Chara finally looked up at me, knife in hand.  Her eyes dripped a black liquid and her blood red iris' shown, the same liquid dripped from her mouth. Blood stained her sweater, hands, face, and knife.

"Welcome to your new personal hell. Ahahahahaha"

I screamed as I felt the sharp cold blade slash through my delicate skin.
-nightmare ends-

Sans*

I was startled by Lucy jolting up and screaming in her sleep.

"Lucy, baby, wake up" I pulled her into my chest and rocked her back and forth.

She gasped for air as she came to her senses sobbing and shaking in my arms holding on for dear life.

"Hey, shhh, it's okay sweetheart. I'm here, you're okay"

I rubbed her back as she calmed down to mere hiccups.

"Wanna talk about it?"

"I was in a slaughter house. Chara was there too, but she was covered in blood. Not just anyone's blood,  it was Frisk's. Chara killed Frisk and then killed me"

"Was her face distorted?"

"Yes, and she had Toriel's kitchen knife"

"Fuck, not again!"

"What do you mean again?"

I proceeded to tell her about the resets and Chara's violent outbursts. It truthfully didn't happen often. Chara has this severe case of aggression due to her schizophrenia. Frisk said that the issue is more complicated than that, but I don't know.

Something dark has always loomed here after Morgahna sealed us in and it looks like a storm is brewing.