(Not a romance story.)

Lynx looked down at the Guardian. His eyesockets were only half opened and his breathing was slow.

"W-what's happening?" she asked.

"Oh... I... I'm dying, Lynx." he tried to choose a better phrase, but couldn't think of one.

"W-why are you dying...?" she asked. She was a fleshy monster yes, and she knew death would come, but NIGHTMARE?

"It's just... just my time." he smiled at her.

"But... you are Nightmare, the Guardian of Negativity... how can that happen?" 

"No one lives forever Lynx. Not even me. Dream and I will too grow old and die, even if we don't look like so." 

That wasn't very reassuring to the girl. 

Fat tears had already made their way to her cheeks, making her look like a little blubbering child.

"Oh... don't cry Lynx..." her best friend lifted a frail arm towards her.

"B-but... you're dying... and I... and I can't do anything... to... help..." she hiccuped, holding his hand.

"Oh Lynx... you shouldn't be upset of the unknown..." he soothed.

"But... but I am! I... I didn't know you... you could... could..." she whined weakly.

"Lynx... do you wanna... hear something Dust told me once...?"

She hesitated a bit, but eventually nodded.

"Life... is like a box of chocolates... you never... know what you're... going... to get..." 

She whined again, but she couldn't help but agree with him.

"Be good... OK...?" he smiled.

Lynx's eyes widened as she felt his hand go limp. 

"Nightmare...?"

"Nightmare???"

"NIGHTMARE!!"

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The funeral for Nightmare was held on that day. 

It was quiet in the castle.

The usual energy the Bad Sanses had was gone.

"I... I should've known..." Killer was bawling his eyelights dim.

"No one knew it was his time Killer." Horror comforted him.

"What do we do now?"

"Who do we turn to?"

"What is the fate of the Bad Sanses now?"

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Lynx opened her eyes to see Nightmare lying next to her.

"Nightmare!! You're back! Or am I dead?" 

"You're not dead. I'm here." he pulled her into a hug.

"Now everything will be alright again..."

{GASP!!}

Lynx woke up with a jolt.

"N...Nightmare?" she looked around.

He wasn't there.

"Hah... silly me... Of course I was dreaming! He..."

"He's dead."

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Lynx attended the funeral for Dream. He died a few days after Nightmare since his SOUL wilted more slowly. 

Ink was being consoled by Error in the corner.

Blue was crying in Dust's arms. 

Even the Bad Sanses were there.

"We... we never knew... he had a time limit..." Ink wailed.

Blue nodded. "We should've made the most of every day!"

"Now he's gone!" Ink bawled.

"What do we do now?"

"Who do we turn to?"

"What is the fate of the Star Sanses now?"

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Lynx looked down.

"Nightmare, you were right. And..."

"Now I have to tell them."

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"E-everyone..." Lynx started. All of them looked at her.

"..." she sighed.

"I know this will sound cliche. By King Cheng it sounds inappropriate to say this in such a negative time... But... Please. We have to take the surprises life throws at us and make the most of it. Nightmare told me once: 'Life is like a box of chocolates. You never know what you're going to get'. I agree with him. We never expected this to happen. We didn't even know they could die of old age. I know right now we've received the bitter chocolate in the box. It will be hard to try and play again in this sweet treat roulette.

 I know. 

So I won't ask you to move on. I won't ask you to try and stop the immense grief you feel in one day. All I ask is that you continue to live life. If you miss them, look at a photo of them, make dolls of them, dream of them. Ease the memories into your life, and keep them with you, for as long as you live. 

We are not only separate teams but also similar to separate cults, separate religion. One believed that doing good and helping others is the right way to go. One had the mindset they'd hurt others to give people the pain they felt when others hurt them. We are simply two teams believing in different things. If we find something we both believe in, we will thrive together.

Nightmare and Dream may no longer be here, in our plane of existence, but they are here, in our hearts. Don't forget them. They are two wonderful leaders. They shaped the future for the Bad Sanses and the Star Sanses. They were the ones who received the chocolates in that chocolate box first.

Now, we must receive our chocolates without them, but we can do it."

"I know we can."

(This story was heavily inspired by 

 Leaf Our Love Alone! by DarkxSoulzyxCaliberx 

And the video above. )