Uncorrupted Night x Corrupted Night (Hatred)

Don't even ask guys it was a passing thought and I had to act on it its what I do

Undertale MV

Three months.

That's how long it took Dream to finally come up with a solution to his centuries-long problem. That's how long it took him to convince Sci to help him create something to accomplish this.

And it had been almost a week since he'd managed to come up with a way to lure Nightmare out so he could have a chance to execute the plan.

It was time.

"I'm tired. Do we have to do this?"

The goopy octopus that Nightmare shared his minds cape with sighed.

"We talked about this, Nightmare."

Nightmare sighed and rubbed his foreskull. "Can't we just sleep this one in?" he begged his corruption. The corruption gave a dry laugh and pat his shoulder with one tentacle. "You can sleep while I see what he wants," the evil one assured him. "I promise I won't kill him if he doesn't attack me."

"Gee," Nightmare snorted, "That makes me feel sooo much better, Hatred. And anyway, you know I won't be able to sleep if you're doing something."

Hatred shrugged. "Welp. I tried."

Nightmare let Hate take control of their shared body and open a portal to wherever Dream wanted to meet them.

...Well, Nightmare. His brother didn't know about Hatred. Nobody did.

"Brother."

"Dream."

Nightmare watched from his mindscape as Dream took a step towards him. Hatred snarled at him and raised his tentacles in defense, and Dream stopped. "Don't come any closer," Hatred growled. "What do you want?"

Dream looked neither scared nor nervous. Only determined.

"I think I've finally figured out how to help you, brother."

Nightmare felt something cold go down his spine. He sensed Hatred's sudden fear as well. "Oh, really?"

Dream pulled a small device from his pocket. It appeared to be some sort of bracelet, but it was more technological than cosmetic.

"I know you think you're fine, but you're not. Let me help you, brother."

Hatred recoiled. He was truly scared of whatever Dream had planned.

"Ok this is an attack."

Hatred's thought echoed through the mindscape, and Nightmare started. "B-but..." Nightmare couldn't form the sentence. How could he? Dream was crossing a line he didn't even know about.

"Look," Hatred told him gruffly as he attacked Dream, "I don't really feel like dying.If he gives up I'll maybeconsider mercy. Otherwise he's dead."

Nightmare swallowed.

Well, that was that. Not that he could stop Hatred anyway, since he had more control over their body than Nightmare did.

Dream tried to reason with Hatred, to ask him to calm down, telling him that it would be alright, but Hatred wouldn't listen. He knew that whatever Dream's little device was, it was designed tp eradicate the excessive negativity in NIghtmare's soul. That negativity was Hatred. It would almost certainly kill him.

Hatred put up a good fight.

Unfortunately, Dream had friends on his side. And Nightmare's team wouldn't be able to come even if he'd been able to call.

Hatred hissed in surprise and outrage when he felt something wet hit his tentacles as high velocity, making him stagger.

Ink, standing behind him, snapped his fingers. The paint solidified into chains that Hate wasn't able to break.

"Now, Dream!"

Hatred whipped his head back around to Dream, but the smaller skeleton was already almost on top of him.

Hatred snarled and instinctively tried to swing at Dream, but that was what he'd been looking for. Dream thrust the wristband onto Hatred's wrist as he dodged the desperate attack.

In less than a second, the device activated. Sensing the immense negative energy in its wearer, it starting putting out its own positivity field. It was worse than the arrows Dream used. And it was constant.

Hatred shrieked in pain. Even from the safety of the mindscape, Nightmare could feel the effects.

It felt like someone was trying to tear something vital out of his soul.

His mindscape usually took the form of a meadow. Since he ate those dark apples and Hatred came into being, the calm land had been covered in the same black substance. There were few trees, but a good many of them had died. Streams of the vile slime crisscrossed the field, the nearby grass that wasn't in direct contact with it yellow and sickly.

But now, all the darkness was being pushed back. The slime retreated to the back of his minds cape, where it had no hold over him. The dead trees turned green again. The grass became greener. The sky, which had been dark since the Apple Incident, was clearing, and the sun emerged from the ominous clouds that he'd gotten so used to.

The darkness collected in a dark swamp, covering that half of the land in the corruption.

Hatred was dragged passed him, clawing at the ground, screeching in protest and pain.

Nightmare tried to grab him, but some force repelled his outstretched hand.

As soon as Hate crossed onto the corrupted side, the air shimmered between the two halves of the land.

A barrier formed.

Hatred slammed on the force field with his tentacles and fists, but even his immense strength was useless.

And

Nightmare

Opened

His

Eyes.

He lay on the ground, where he's fallen. Dream stood in front of him, looking anxious. When he saw the purple guardian move, his relief washed over Nightmare, making him want to choke.

"Nightmare!" Dream cried. Tears were streaming down his face as he almost crushed Nightmare in a hug. It took Nightmare a moment before he could bring himself to return the gesture.

He had missed being able to be with his brother without Hatred getting confrontational. But at such a steep price, he wasn't sure this was an alternative he liked.

After all, Hatred had been his first friend, ever. Maybe not the nicest, or always the most thoughtful, but they had been through a lot together.

And Dream had just taken that friend away.

Ok uh some ideas that I couldn't express without the story getting confusing or off topic:

Hatred is an asshole and literally nothing can change that. The only reason he cares about what happens to Nightmare is because whatever hurts the bean hurts him too (if Night dies he dies).

At some point he decided that being civil (not an asshole but not nice) to Nightmare would make it easier to control him. They share control over their body; Hatred has more and can override Nightmare if he wants. Usually Hatred just comes out when the Gang (Mostly Killer but not always) is really getting on his nerves and when they're dealing with Dream or anyone associated with him. The only people who ever really got to see the real Nightmare are the Gang, but they don't know that. They think that he's just crazy like them and has a nasty temper when he gets going.

At some point, after Nightmare got used to the fact that Hatred existed and wasn't going to control everything he did, he actually got to like him. Of course, being unable to leave the body they shared they had to get used to each other anyway.

Eventually Nightmare actually began to trust Hatred, and Hatred tried to keep that trust. Oh, he made it clear that he'd kill Dream if he got the chance, but otherwise they were on fairly good terms.

Hatred is also a tsundere piece of shit and would never admit that he'd actually grown to kind of care about Nightmare in some way other than the reason he's alive. Not even to himself.

Nightmare would also deny it but only because he's a shy hurt bean and if Hatred admitted it or showed in some way that he actually cares a lot more than he lets on he'd be cool.

​​​​​​​While Hatred has Nightmare mostly under his control, Night isn't stupid. He knows that Hatred is using him, but he also thinks he sees something in Hatred. He thinks that, even if Hatred is a bit of a megalomaniac (power hungry nut), he still had the same experiences and memories Nightmare did/does. So...by rules of logic, deeeeeep (very deep) down Hatred probably wants a friend too. He might be right...But this is a one-shot so of course he is

He knows Hatred is an evil ass but he also cares about him.

I think I'm getting repetitive. If I'm not then I know I will be so I'll stop here.

I'm sorry for this abomination.

You'll be 'glad' to know that I'm been thinking about this a lot and m i g h t make a second part.

Maybe.

If I find a good place to start where I can get my ideas in line properly and write the good part.