Sam feels sharp stabs on her cheeck bone, forcing her to squint her eyes, fear of being poked in the eye socket, "Wake up, Sam," Gaster's deep voice says quietly, "It's time for breakfast,"

'Maybe if I play dead, he'll leave me alone...No I'll get punished if I do that...Something doesn't seem right...' She remembers back to Error's attack. She gasps sharply, her eyes fly open, flaming green streaks brake the darkness of San's bedroom. Two blasters appear next to Gaster, "I thought he killed you!" She screams, the blasters begin charging up. Gaster's face contorts into one of fear. He throws his hands in the air as Sam scrambels back, her arms in front of her in a futiel effort to protect herself from the punishment, "I...I thought I was free of you!" She screams, sparks begin to flash around her.

The magic in the room could be cut with a knife it's so thick. San's eyes fly open in his bed as he hears Sam screaming. He looks over to Papyrus in between two rappidly charging blasters, "No! Stop! What are you doing?" He screams grabbing Papyrus's soul and throwing him out of the room through the open door, "He then grabs Sam's soul and pulls her toward him, "What is your problem?" He yells into her face as she's caught midair.

"I..I can just kill you again!" Green tears roll down her face as Gaster grabs her neck and suspends her in the air, her feet dangeling, "I want my freedom!" She begins laughing as the tears come quicker.

"Snap out of it!" Sans slaps her harshly across the face. Her eyes grow wide as all magic dissapates, the air breathable again, "What is your problem?" Sans screams at her, grabbing her shoulders and shakes her harshly.

Sam simply gives him a look of horror filled confusion, "I'm sorry! I'm sorry!" She begins to scream, tears rushing anew, audible plopping to the carpeted floor.

"Sans! Stop!" Papyrus rushes into the room, grabs Sam and holds her close to his chest in a gental embrace, "It was a nightmare!" He yells at his brother who still has a hold on her soul.

"I'm sorry, I won't lay on the mattress again," She sobs into Papyrus' shirt, "I'm sorry, I'm sorry,"

"Shhh," He shushes her, ignoring the green smearing on his white shirt, "There's nothing to be sorry about,"

"Pap," Sans lets go of her soul once all the pieces set into place in his brain. 'He is always good at braking people out of night terrors,' He thinks as he stands from his bed, "Give her here, I got it now," He says grabbing Sam's hand that is ridged at her sides, "Go get breakfast ready, I'll eat with you two,"

"Alright, brother," He puts her down gently and Sans replaces Papyrus's embrace.

Sans watches his brother leave, his soul still hammering in his chest. He feels Sam's shoulders lift and fall with each sob of confusion and fear, "Hay," He pulls Sam out of the embrace to look at her face, "Are you awake now?" She nods her head, afraid to move and wip the tears away, "You're okay, we aren't mad, you're not going to get punished, it's okay," Sans coo's at her as he feels her bones begin to loosen.

"Why are you holding me then?" She hickups.

"It's a hug," Sans can feel a twing in his soul, "You've never had a hug before?"

"He would hold me, but it would only to cause pain," Sans whips the tears away.

"Well, you'll only get comforting hugs here," He smiles brightly at her as the tears stop, "What was your dream about?"

Her eyes disapear to leave black sockets, "Dreamtale," They come back quickly to fill the space, "What is a dreamtale?"

"It's another universe, it's where Dream and Nightmare came from,"

"Oh, what happened to them?"

"I'll tell you later, I can use it as an awsome bed time story," San's laughs as he stands, pulling Sam up with him, "Come on, lets go eat," Sam nods her head and follows behind him as they make their way down stairs.

"Are you all better now?" Papyrus asks as he sets loaded plates of pasta on the table.

"Yes," Sam walks up to him and wraps her arms around his legs, "I'm sorry about earlier, I...I was having a nightmare,"

"It is alright, Sam, the great Papyrus wasn't worried. I am the best at dealing with nightmares, after all!"

Sam looks up at Papyrus, "Am I doing a hug right?" She asks, making Papyrus almost fall over in surprise.

"Yes, you're doing it right," He answers cautously, "Why do you ask?"

"That makes me happy," A smile brightens up her face, causing the room to have a soft, glow, making Sans smile, "I like hugs,"

"Alright, brother hugger, get over here and eat your breakfast, we have a lot of stuff to do today," She turns her attention toward Sans and nods her head.

Once seated in the chair, she stairs at the pasta on her plate, "Um...I thought this was breakfast," she whispers to Sans who already has hs plate half eaten.

"It is, my brother has an obsetion to Pasta, thanks to Undyne,"

"Oh...What's an Undyne?"

"Undyne is my teacher, and she's in the Royal guard!" Papyrus sits next to Sam, "She teaches me all sorts of technics of how to cook pasta, and how to fight!"

"Not in the kitchen, bro," Sans warns, "You won't be able to Noodle your way out of cleaning it this time,"

"Sans," Papyrus gives him a warning glance, "It's too early for the puns, brother,"

Sam sits quietly and begins slurping the noodles, 'I never knew pasta could be made into a breakfast dish before. I'm learning so much today!' She smiles, happiness filling her soul as she finishes her breakfast while the brothers argue.

Sans and Papyrus fall silent as Sam makes her way over to the sink and begins to wash the dishes, "Hay, kid, how are you feeling today?"

"I feel good!" She turns around, bubbles hidding her hands.

"Good, I'm going to take you back to the Omega and get some answers out of Frisk. Hopefully they'll know where to put you from here,"

"Oh! Oh! Can I come?" Papyrus stands quickly, causing the chair to tip backwards, "It's been so long since I've seen Frisk and the others!"

"Sure, why not?"