Dream's POV

I was sitting in the kitchen eating apple slices for no apparent reason. I guess it just felt nice to be able to relax and not be on your toes the all whole time. The training camp would never let us take time off. I guess it made sense though. The training camp was a small branch of the military. We are the last resort for war if it ever came down to it.

The sound of footsteps pulled me out of my thoughts. I looked up and saw that a person was standing at the doorway.

Me: Oh my god, Ink!

I ran up to him for a hug. He chuckled as I tackled him to the floor.

Ink: Heya Dream. It's been a while.

Me: Yes it has. Twelve years to be exact.

Ink: Is Blue with you?

Me: He is but I don't know where he went though.

Ink: I'll find him later.

He sat down at the counter in front of me.

Ink: So tell me, how was college and the training camp?

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Dream's POV (Age 18)

I was so happy to learn that I passed high school with flying colors. Though I was never able to beat my brother. He may been better academically, but I excelled socially. However, I was able to earn a tuition for Harvard. Nightmare had also received a tuition for Harvard but he seemed like he was aiming for something else.

As soon as I got home, I got on my laptop and began searching for classes that I could take in Harvard. I realized that they had a program for what I majored in high school. I majored in psychology because I have always been fascinated by how the mind works. I wanted to become a therapist and help heal people's minds.

I got so excited that I already began packing for college.

Nightmare: Will you calm down. We just graduated from high school. I don't see why you're so excited to start college.

Dream: We both got admission into a university that can give us so many opportunities.

He began laughing.

Nightmare: Me? Going to the same school.... with you.... for the fourth time? Please, don't make me laugh. You seem to forget that I still hate you for what you did in the beginning of high school.

A frown appeared on my face. He's still angry about that? That was four years ago.

Nightmare: And besides...I'm going to join the military anyway. I'm going to become an assassin. Even Ink is going with me.

He turned around and walked out of the house but.... he never came back.

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Dream's POV (A few months later)

I had gotten used to living alone. I lived with Nightmare for as long as I can remember. College so far was going great for me but, I wanted to get back on my brother's good side so I made a plan. I was going to finish college then I would leave to join the assassin camp.

I wanted to make a call first. I pulled out my phone and called Blueberry. He answered quicker than I expected.

Blue: Hi Dream!

Me: Hey Blue. I was wondering, would you be willing to become an assassin once you finish college?

Blue: Become a- but doesn't that mean I have to kill people?

Me: No no. There are other jobs as well. There is healer, informative, and keeper.

Blue: Well... I guess I can become a keeper. Then yeah, I'll willing to join.

Me: That's great. We'll get together and leave together.

Blue: Sounds like a plan.

I hung up and put my phone down. I will continue my life in Harvard then once I'm once done, I'll take that knowledge to the camp. I want to become a healer. Hopefully this will help me be in contact with my brother again.

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Dream's POV (Age 24)

I stood at the airport waiting for Blue to arrive.

'He's running late. The plane takes off in thirty minutes'

A car pulled up alongside the curb. Blue came out with two suitcases.

Me: There you are. I was beginning to worry.

Blue: Sorry, my brother was a bit slow this morning.

He glared at Papyrus. Then he turned around began walking to the doors. I followed not long after.

We were able to make it onto the plane just before it took off. We had put our bags in the compartments and settled in for the long flight. I decided that I was going to take a nap on the way there. It seemed that Blue and I had the same idea. Shortly after the plane took off, we were passed out.

(Time Skip)

We arrived at the camp. We were told to go to a tent that would give us our dog tags. When I received mine, I read it.

JOKU
DREAM L.
XXX-XX-XXXX
O POS    AA
NO PREF

It had my social security number, my blood type, group, and religion on it. As well as my name. So that's why there were so many tests right when we got to the entrance of the camp. I wonder what AA means.

I also read what Blue's said.

SWAP
BLUEBERRY S.
XXX-XX-XXXX
A POS    AA
SPIRITUALIST

A cadet gave us a tour around the the camp and then showed us where we would be staying. It was a tent like structure. I had a bed next to a guy with a red scar under his right eye. He left his dog tag behind so I picked it up and read it.

JAKEI
CROSS X.
XXX-XX-XXXX
O NEG    AA
CHRISTIAN

As I was reading, I heard someone clear their throat. I turned my head and saw it was the guy who the necklace belonged to. I quickly put the dog tag back and went back to my area. I unpacked my things and laid down on the cot.

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Dream's POV (Age 29 Present)

It took me nine years but I was able to meet my end goal. To be honest, I'm happy that I decided to become an assassin instead of a therapist.

Suddenly, a person crashed into the door frame and fall to the floor. They had several knife stabs and a gun shot in his shin. Ink got up and went to his side to assist him.

Ink: Dream! I need you to heal him.

Me: Um okay.

I got down on my knees and put my hands on one of his wounds. I began to heal him using magic. It was always quicker and more efficient. I repeated the process for every injury he had. When I was done, the guy began to relax and leaned against the wall.

Ink: Killer are you alright?

Killer: Yeah, I think I am.

Killer looked at me.

Killer: Thanks for healing me. We don't know much healing magic.

He smiled and held out his hand. I shook it.

Killer: What's your name?

Me: Dream.

Killer: Well, it was good to meet you, Dream.

He slowly got up with the help of Ink and walked to his bedroom. I stood beside Ink and thought about how injured these guys can get. Then my mind thought about Killer's face.

He's kinda cute