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---Nightmare's POV----

I watched Cross from the window as he looked our house up and down and frowned before smiling sadly and walking off. I tilted my head to the side, was something wrong with our house?

Or is it his house...?

Dream walked in and I immediately looked away from the window. He had a small green first aid kit in one hand.

"Sit down and take your shoe with the damaged foot off." He said, sitting down on the floor in front of me.

I laughed. "Dream's Doctor surgery huh?"

He huffed and looked up at me. "Do you want me to help or not?"

I sighed and looked at my foot. May ankle was killing me. "...Yes..."

He smiled. "Good! Now I need you to take that shoe off so we can assess it."

God he really sounds like a proper doctor. I winced as I pulled off my shoe, the action sending a bolt of pain up my leg. I hissed and Dream frowned, looking at the bone.

"It's been cracked..."

I looked straight at him. "What!?"

He frowned. "Right here..." He placed his index finger on the bone and traced over it lightly, obviously following the alleged crack.

"What happened...?" Dream asked, his golden eyes looking up at me in worry.

"I got in a fight with Dust..."

He huffed and started healing my leg. Dream's so pure of heart that he learnt to heal ages ago, he's not the best at it because he's still young, but soon enough he'll be one of those professional healers if he tries hard enough.

I used to be able to heal as well. I was never as good at it as Dream because I was always less 'pure of heart' and was 'clouded by my emotions' according to mum. She just tried harder with Dream really. He was her favourite. He was everyone's favourite.

Everyone loved Dream back then and despised me. I was the bad brother that was always negative and in the way, just jealous of how perfect my brother was.

And to be honest that's the truth. I was so fricking jealous...

So jealous that I–

"Brother!"

I shook my head rapidly and looked down to see Dream looking up at me. He had obviously asked a question, but I had been so busy thinking that I hadn't heard it.

"Uh, repeat that please...?"

He rolled eyes and huffed. "Why did you fight Dust?"

I looked to the side and growled.

Dream sat there, his hands still wrapped round my ankle as he healed it slowly. The golden glow his hands have off was warm and comforting, and to be honest it was making me feel rather sleepy.

Dream was still waiting for an answer.

I growled before caving in. "He was the one that dumped the water on me, he admitted he wanted me dead, and then he crossed the line when he called me cute..."

Dream laughed, lifting his hands momentarily to check how the crack was doing. "Who won the fight?"

I huffed. "No one. A teacher separated us before we could properly do any damage."

Dream looked up at me. "Well Dust certainly caused some damage didn't he...?"

I glared at him. "I hurt him too! I definitely did something to his ribs or arm!"

"It's not a competition you know brother..."

I growled and looked away, closing my eyes and leaning back into the sofa. Dream sighed and continued healing, probably nearly finished now.

"Your lucky it's not any worse. It could have been even more painful if Cross hasn't have carried you here..."

I frowned as I detected an edge of jealousy in his voice. Jealous? Why would Dream of all people be jealous? And what's he jealous of!?

I shook my head and pushed that thought out of my head, relaxing into the sofa and yawning.

So...tired....

---Dream's POV----

I looked up as Nightmare's head tilted to the side and he leaned back on the sofa. I giggled as soon as I realised he was asleep. I always feel like he looks so much calmer when asleep, even in his corrupt form.

I can remember once he fell asleep on the sofa when we were watching a movie and he had curled up like a cat would, his tentacles wrapped round himself in an almost protective way. He always feels like he needs to be on alert, to have his guard up for any possible attack or something like that.

It's sad that he feels like he needs to do that, but then again I don't blame him...He's been through more than most people can imagine.

He can go back to his original -or passive form as I call it- whenever he wants really. But he's convinced himself that it makes him weak and pathetic, an easy target.

Compared to his corrupted form, passive is nothing. Just a weak distraction that holds him back. He loves his corrupted form, the feeling of fear and power it gives off. If you've never seen Nightmare before and he walks in the room, straight away you know he's not to be messed with.

Our relationship as brothers has practically crumbled since he became like that though. Our friendship now is about ten percent of what it used to be.

The only bonus I can think of, is that now I don't get bullied at school. Nightmare makes sure if that. I can remember once in a school from around a year ago, some kid had suddenly pinned me against my locker and started beating me up randomly.

I was so scared and confused. I didn't want to fight back so I didnt, I just took hit after hit, crying out for help from all the people watching.

I know now that there's no point. People watching a fight never go in to help. They only watch. The time Nightmare saved Cross from that fight was the first time I'd ever seen someone from the crowd step in to save someone they didn't know.

Anyway, I remember this bully threatening to snap my neck and say the most horrible things...I was crying and whimpering, not understanding why he was doing this.

Then suddenly he was off me. I was dropped and his grip was gone, one second he was stood there the next gone. I had collapsed in time to see Nightmare tackle him down to the floor and punch him square in the face, a loud crack echoing through the hallway.

The kid went lo let out a scream of pain, but Nightmare simply shoved a tentacle in his mouth, shoving it down his throat and silencing him.

"What do you think you were doing!?" He growled, fully knowing that he couldn't talk thanks to the tentacle choking him.

I remember Nightmare turning to the crowd, laughing as they all took a step back. "Who's next?! No takers? Why's that? All too chicken now huh? Pathetic!"

He had then turned to me and smirked. "You okay Dreamy?~"

I had nodded and he'd frowned, looking back down at the terrified kid still below him. Everyone had covered their eyes as he lifted his foot up over the kids arm and brought it down suddenly, a sickening crunch echoing loudly in all our ears.

We were expelled pretty quickly after that...

Nightmare always tells that story to people, like he's proud of it. And if I'm there he'll always ruffle the top of my skull and says the same comforting words I love to hear.

"No worries Dreamy, anyone touches you, they'll face me...I'll protect you..."

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