His eyes shot open as he grips his chest in shock, "I-... ink?" He sits up. He was alive. Dream is alive... he looks around the strange room in thought, "this is... a creators home... I-..." he notices a trail of roses, "what did you do dear creator?" He could feel the negative radiating from the other room. This room was lovely. Drawings of all of them having fun. Was this their happy ending? Was the creator changing their fates?

He walks to the door and opens in before gasping

"Oh no... creator... you... I..."

creator.

He looks at the corpse laying in a bush of roses. Cold and still. Finally seeming at peace. He picks up the journal on the floor and opens it

Dearest dream. I am sorry for your suffering. I have brought nothing but hurt... I wanted to work with another creator... we were making the perfect story... but... we fought... and now... the story is ruined... so many monsters have died... I have decided to use the last of my power to return you... I think nightmare and your son need you a lot...

Please... fix my broken story. I love all of you... so much