Summary: You're adopted.
Nightmare calmly - well, as calmly as a busy, stressed ̶f̶a̶t̶h̶e̶r̶ dark lord such as himself could - trod the halls of the imposing, regal dwelling he called home. His cyan eyelight scanned the numerous closed doors and entryways, searching.
An hour and twenty-six minutes ago, only two out of his three ̶c̶h̶i̶l̶d̶r̶e̶n̶ henchmen arrived when he had summoned them outside for their daily sunning and teamwork activities. (I.e., pool games, tag, hide-and-seek, and other training exercises they seemed to enjoy.) An unprecedented event, which was a cause for concern unlike any other.
Especially considering which Sans was missing.
Dust. Arguably the most unstable of the mentally disturbed trio.
Though, that statement was debatable, seeing as he left Killer and Horror practicing their swordsmanship with pool noodles. (Why they won't let him get real ones to fight in the water with, he would never know. But, at least he could take solace in the fact they couldn't hurt themselves... Easily.)
Nightmare shook his skull nigh fondly at the thought of the two, then quickened his pace.
I should hurry up and find Dust before they grow bored and get into the flowerbeds again. It takes so much effort to replant everything after they've played in there.
I swear I need to put fencing up one of these days.
His feet paused for a moment. All while a light frown tugged the corners of his jaws downward.
On second thought, that would be more likely to encourage them than anything else.
Giving an exasperated sigh, the dark lord continued walking along the deep purple rugs lining the cold stone corridors. His non-existent ears perked not two minutes later when a soft, watery noise bounced off the walls.
A sob, the Guardian of Negativity instantly recognized.
Brows pinched and teeth drooping further, he swiftly navigated the winding halls until the concerning sound grew louder- emanating from a dusty, unused room. The decrepit wooden door was wide open, allowing Nightmare to see the very skeleton he sought. A sight that would have been relieving if not for the big light purple tears streaming down Dust's cheeks and the anger and sadness lining his posture.
"You're not my real ladder!" He suddenly shouted, storming to the doorway before shoving passed - and subsequently startling - Nightmare. Who only watched as the heartbroken monster marched away.
Confused, he peered inside to see what had gotten his ̶s̶o̶n̶ henchman in such a... unique mood. What laid within was the expected: old furniture covered in dirty off-white cloths. However, it did have an addition. A metal step ladder- which, somehow, promptly fell onto its side as if crestfallen.
The negativity-laden skeleton raised a hand to his temple and began massaging, attempting to stave off a forming headache. "Why couldn't I have picked the normal ones..."