Lol, at this point just presume Snow betas it all

"No... please, no," Nightmare whispered. Stupid Dream and his order, his positive madness. His cruel justice, all in the name of the so-called greater good.

He laughed brokenly, and he cried, knowing that his friends were dead by Dream and Ink's hands, their dust scatter like ashes to the wind.

He'd escaped with his life, before Dream could place him in that monstrous machine.

It would've forcefully changed him into a positive being, destroying the last dark apple left in their world.

Even if it wouldn't kill him, doing such a thing was an atrocity, a horrifying offense to the delicate thing that was the Balance.

He'd rather die.

Die himself, and free.

Not a stranger wearing his face.

No, he wouldn't wish that on anyone.

Exhausted, he fell backwards onto long grass. He hadn't realized he'd escaped to a meadow. It was beautiful and peaceful, and in perfect balance- unlike his AU with his twin's insanity.

He missed his twin, pure, sweet, innocent Dream. His brother, the one he'd loved... his Dream died that day, the day he ate the apples.

He wondered how long till his AU crumbled, before Dream could spread like a virus to the other Aus.

How many times had he prayed for the destroyer to come, as he knew he had no way to stop his counterpart.

But no one came.

And now he was alone.

"I'm so sorry, I'm a failure," he whispered to the starry night sky.

Nightmare had contemplated dusting himself, but... he'd never wanted to go that way. It seemed cowardly, and he didn't want to leave his friends to face Dream alone.

But now... his friends were dead. And Dream and himself were still counterparts.

If one died, the other would soon follow.

He'd had hoped he'd never have to 'win' this way.

He pulled out his staff, but put it away. If he was going to go out, he'd do it with style.

He got a knife out of his bag, staring at his dirty, marrow-stained reflection in the dulling surface.

It would only hurt for a moment.

Then he'd be dust, and drag Dream along with him.

He raised the knife, and plunged it down towards his soul.

The knife stopped, and Error sighed.

Why, in the name of the stars, was it always suicidal idiots?

Moments later he was gone, as the AU crumbled to nothing.