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VicFell lore🤓

When Victoria falls into the Underground (UF), she basically goes through what Frisk went through. Until she meets Red. Unlike most humans, Red isn’t swayed by her beauty. To him, she’s nothing more than a potential threat. His deep-seated distrust of humans makes him resent her presence, and the fact that she has to live with both him and Edge only makes her wanna kill her even more. He avoids her whenever possible and, when forced to interact, doesn’t hesitate to make his hostility clear. “You’d be a corpse if it weren’t for m’boss.

Victoria, however, refuses to tolerate his disrespect. She downright insults him back, constantly arguing and bickering with one another. Their arguments would turn increasingly hostile and nasty which resulted in Edge breaking them up.

Vic manages to befriend Edge by skillfully stroking his ego. In return, he vows to protect her from the monsters, at least within the borders of Snowdin.

Over time, nearly a year, Red gradually realizes that Victoria isn’t much of a threat. As more of Snowdin’s monsters come to accept her, so does he. Though still rough around the edges, he becomes noticeably less antagonistic, and his teasing goes from hostility to something more familiar, almost playful. It’s then that he finally stops referring to her as “Human” or “Woman” and instead acknowledges her by name “Vic” or “Tori.”

Fell would develop feelings for Victoria slowly, almost painfully, without realizing it at first. He’s someone who never lets his guard down, so falling in love would be something he fights against every step of the way. He practically hates himself for feeling like this, he grew up thinking “love” was just another weak and pathetic emotion, something that would get him killed, and make him seem weak. He tried his best to not show any of that shit while talking to Vic, but he found himself staring at her while she wasn’t looking, or glaring at some monsters who would come up to her at Grillby’s. As well as following her around snowdin… just in case.

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A dream i had

Nightmare belongs to Jokublog

Killer belongs to rahafwabas

Dust belongs to ask-dusttale

Horror belongs to sour-apple-studios

Transcript:

Nightmare: We have a lot of work today, so I better not see you idiots slacking off

Killer, Dust and Horror: YES, SIR!

Nightmare: Also, I identify as a woman now. You shall treat me as such

Killer, Dust and Horror: YES, MA’AM

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First post igggggg

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also wanted to post this on here cause I still think it's funny

ref was from bug.cel on tt

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My official story for Vic x Nightmare…🤓

TW: Sa, abuse and manipulation.

After graduating high school, Victoria took a job at a run-down diner. Most of her earnings went toward food, clothes, and weed. Thankfully, her stepdad covered rent, so she didn’t have to worry about that. She wasn’t home much anyway—she never felt safe there. Eventually, she landed a modeling gig with a small company, which brought in some extra cash. She walked in runway shows and invited her mom and family, but they never showed. Only Stephanie ever came.

By the time she turned 19, Victoria had saved up enough to leave. Packing her things, she decided to head for the woods, seeking solitude to figure out where she wanted to go next. That was when she stumbled into the hole that led to the Underground.

The Underground:

After falling into the Underground, Victoria went through much of what Frisk experienced, though she stayed with Toriel for a few days before moving on. She eventually made her way to Snowdin, where she felt the most accepted. There, she found herself spending a lot of time with Sans and Papyrus.

Over time, Victoria learned about the different versions of Sans that existed. She mostly got along with Blue and Red but clashed with Stretch and Edge. Stretch accused her of walking all over Blue, which was true to some extent, and Edge thought she was just another spoiled, know-it-all teenager.

Weeks passed, and eventually, she met Dream. Though his overly positive demeanor initially put her off, Dream took an interest in her. He saw through her defensive attitude, believing that Victoria’s hostility came from the wounds of her past and her inability to trust kindness. As they spent more time together, Dream confided in her about Nightmare, a version of Sans known for his cruelty and violence. Victoria, intrigued by the idea of such a dangerous character, wanted to meet him. Dream warned her that it was a death wish—Nightmare hated humans and everything else, thriving only on negativity. But Victoria, under Dream’s protection, felt invincible.

The Dreams:

Soon, Victoria began experiencing strange nightmares—visions of her past abuse, her trauma, and her darkest fears. In the midst of these terrifying dreams, a presence manifested. Something dark, suffocating, and yet strangely comforting. Instead of recoiling, Victoria was drawn to it, unable to look away. She mentioned it to Dream, but dismissed it as nothing more than unsettling dreams. Dream, however, immediately recognized the connection to Nightmare. This happened during the chaos of the Underverse war, and as the conflict raged on, her dreams began to take on a more tangible form.

Over time, Victoria’s nightmares became more vivid. She saw Nightmare’s glowing aqua-colored right eye, the black goop covering his left eye, and his dark bones and clothing. His eerie smile, far from terrifying, seemed oddly comforting to her. It was like a drug—she knew he was a monster, a being bent on destruction, but that didn’t stop her obsession. She didn’t tell anyone, not even Dream. She lied, telling him the nightmares had stopped.

Nightmare’s Visit:

One night, as Victoria slept soundly in her room, she was suddenly awakened by the sound of her window creaking. She blinked, half-dazed, and went to investigate. To her shock, standing outside was the very creature from her dreams—Nightmare. For a long moment, she wasn’t sure if she was awake or still dreaming. She wanted to say something, but the words wouldn’t come.

Nightmare gave his signature grin, relaxed and almost casual, his hand resting beneath his chin. He didn’t speak immediately, only watching her. “It’s quite chilly out here, isn’t it?” he said in a voice that sent shivers down her spine—demonic, yet condescending.

Victoria froze, opening her mouth to respond, but Nightmare spoke again, cutting her off. “Well, I’ll be going now, but I couldn’t leave without leaving one last lingering glance at you, my little dove.”

And just like that, he vanished.

The Growing Obsession:

In the days that followed, Victoria withdrew further into herself. Blue and Dream grew concerned, while Red pretended not to care. Dream, however, knew the truth—Victoria had lied about the nightmares. She grew distant, isolating herself from everyone. Any attempt to help was met with hostility; she didn’t want anyone’s sympathy.

At night, Nightmare began visiting her more frequently, and their conversations grew longer. Victoria sensed that he wanted to hurt her, but despite that feeling, she also felt strangely calm and safe with him. In his mind, she was just another human—someone with a damaged, broken past. To him, she was a tool, something to use against Dream and the others. But it wasn’t just manipulation. He wanted more. He wanted her for himself, not out of love, but out of a twisted obsession.

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The Confrontation:

Eventually, Dream couldn’t take it any longer. He could no longer bear the thought of Nightmare tormenting yet another person he cared about. Determined to put a stop to it, he confronted Victoria. He told her, firmly, that she needed to stay away from Nightmare. But, as expected, Victoria didn’t listen. She lashed out, her words sharp and biting, insulting Dream with all her might. Dream, however, knew this wasn’t truly her speaking—it was Nightmare’s influence. He had fully infiltrated her mind and was now in complete control.

Desperate, Dream confided in the others: Blue, Red, Ink, and Fresh. (At this point, Cross was still aligned with Nightmare.) Blue was horrified. He truly cared for Victoria, and the thought of her being manipulated, or worse, hurt, tore him apart. Red, however, was furious at Dream. He couldn’t believe his friend hadn’t said anything sooner. If he had, maybe they could have stopped this before it escalated. Ink and Fresh were concerned, too, but their worries stemmed more from the fact that Nightmare now had a new tool to use against them. They didn’t know much about Victoria—only that she was a runaway who bounced between AUs, staying with either Blue, Dream, or Red—but the idea that Nightmare had a claim on her terrified them.

Nightmare’s proposal:

But Victoria didn’t care. She didn’t care that Nightmare could end her life at any moment. She hated herself far too much to fear it. All she wanted was someone to fixate on her, to desire her the way she had obsessed over others.

One night, after everyone had drifted off to sleep, Victoria waited—nervous but anticipating the familiar visit from Nightmare. This time, though, things were different. Instead of just appearing outside her window, he materialized right in front of her. Victoria, for the first time, saw him up close.

“Shit, he’s tall,” she thought, a surge of twisted fascination coursing through her. The sight of him, towering and menacing, only served to fuel her obsession further.

Nightmare gave her his signature, unsettling grin. “So, how are the others handling the fact that I have full control over you?” he asked, his voice dripping with amusement.

Victoria tried to maintain some semblance of control. “You don’t have full control over me,” she replied, her voice trembling only slightly. “I still have my own thoughts and feelings.”

Nightmare chuckled darkly. “And that’s exactly why I obsess over you, little dove. I’ve never encountered a mortal quite like you.” His tone shifted then, more possessive, more certain. “And that’s exactly why I’m here.”

Victoria’s heart skipped a beat. The weight of his words settled into her chest, and she instinctively recoiled, though she didn’t quite understand why.

“I want you to be my wife,” he said, the words heavy and final.

Victoria was stunned. She hesitated for a moment, before speaking.

“Me? Your wife? Give me a break. Why the hell would the King of Nightmares need a wife?” she said, her voice shaking, trying to sound more confident than she felt.

Nightmare’s smile grew wider, darker. He stepped closer, his presence suffocating. “Do not be so quick to assume that because I am a monster, I am without… desires.” His voice dropped, smooth and velvety, but laced with something far more dangerous. “I want you, Victoria. I need you. I hunger for the scent of your skin, the way your pulse quickens when I draw near. The tremble that takes over you when you think of me… It stirs something in me.”

He reached into the folds of his cloak and drew out a ring—gorgeous, gleaming gold, crowned with a pink diamond that seemed to shimmer in the dim light of the room. He held it out to her slowly, almost ceremoniously, like an offering.

“You would want for nothing,” he continued, his voice low, coaxing. “You would be royalty, my queen. Do you not long for that? To stand by my side, to be adored by me, to be more than just another face in the shadows?” His gaze pierced her, unblinking, as he slowly slid the ring toward her. “What do you say, my angel?”

Before Victoria could speak. He“In return,” Nightmare’s voice was cold and commanding, his eyes glinting with dark intent, “you will submit to me. You will regard me as your superior, your master. And you will help me rid myself of those… insufferable fools.” He spoke the word “fools” with disdain, as if the mere thought of the other AUs disgusted him.

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Victoria was speechless, stunned by his words, unsure of what to do or say. She had never experienced such a confession before, but she couldn’t help but wonder—was the man of her dreams worth it, if it meant the lives of her friends would be forfeit?

Nightmare let out a soft, knowing chuckle. He could see the conflict stirring within her.

“Oh, my sweet, innocent angel,” he purred, his voice smooth as velvet but dripping with malice. “You’ve always been so… naïve.” He stepped closer, his hands resting gently on her shoulders, his fingers cold and possessive. “Think about your parents.”

Nightmare leaned in, his breath cold against her ear as he continued. “Think about how your father treated you like nothing more than a burden, as if you weren’t even his daughter. And your mother…” He paused, letting the silence linger. “She let your stepfather have his way with you while she stood idly by, doing nothing to protect you.”

Nightmare’s voice dropped to a whisper, his words like poison seeping into her mind. “Now think about Dream, Red, and Blue. Those ‘friends’ of yours. If they truly cared about you, they would’ve done something long before now. But they didn’t, did they? They sat around, talking about how tragic your life was, like it was some kind of spectacle. What kind of friends are those, Victoria?”

He took a step back, watching her with a gaze that held no warmth—only the coldness of someone who had already claimed victory. “No one loves you, Victoria. No one but me.” He smiled, a smile that was all sharp edges and darkness. “I could give you everything you’ve ever dreamed of. You’ve always wanted a life of luxury, haven’t you? I can offer you that. I can offer you everything you’ve ever craved. All you need to do is accept me.”

He held her gaze, the weight of his words hanging heavy between them. “Be mine, Victoria. Become my queen. My wife.”

She gritted her teeth as she clenched her fists, her nails biting into her palms. Nightmare’s words had struck too close to the truth. The rage, long simmering beneath the surface, finally erupted within her. She was tired—tired of being ignored, tired of being a pawn in everyone else’s game. She was done being treated like a toy, discarded when it suited others.

With a determined breath, she turned to face Nightmare, her gaze sharp and unwavering. Slowly, she extended her hand toward him.

Nightmare’s lips curled into a slow, knowing smile, a dark chuckle escaping his throat. Without hesitation, he slid the ring onto her finger, the cold metal pressing against her skin.

“Excellent choice, little angel,” he whispered, his voice dripping with satisfaction.

And just like that, they both vanished—poof—into the air, as if they had never been there at all.