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Nightmare felt something rumble deep inside of him. It was like red, hot, rage; burning, churning and engulfing his entire body.. his soul.

Dream watched in utter shock as black liquid started to discharge and pour from his brother's left eyesocket. He covered his mouth in fear and horror. No... he.. he just got him back! He couldn't leave him already!

"B-brother..? What is happening to you..?"

Though, instead of fully corrupting, it just..stopped. Like some kind of block, the darkness stopped on one half of his body while the other remained to be its pearly white, glossy color. In a way, which looked beautiful somehow..

Nightmare stood up, his body swaying. He eyed the village with fury. Dram gasped when his brother was finally to his senses...though, the youngest had a hard time keeping his balance.

"Ha. . ."

Nightmare's voice was disturbing. It was a mixture of high and low, which didn't go very well together.

"I am sick... and tired.. of playing.. Dream." He growled, staring daggers at him with his sharp, intense glare which held nothing but hatred. A skinny, long tentacle sprouted out of his back.

"You've.. changed..?" Dream was cut off by a tentacle that'd wrapped around his neck, slamming him into the tree.

An insane grin was spread wide across the youngest's face as he heard his older brother sputter and choke. Nightmare giggled, but it was cut off by a shriek as Dream grabbed the tendril, forcing a wave of positive magic through his hands and into the appendage.

The tentacle fell off Dream, paralyzed, it hung limp off of Nightmare's back. It was useless now.

The older brother quickly took that time to jump to his feet and summoned his staff.

He wasn't going to let this story repeat.

Not again.

"Brother, back off...this is your only warning. I don't wish to hurt you.. but if I have to.. I will." He growled. Nightmare only felt his smirk grow, letting out a laugh. Was this some kind of game to him?!

"I guess the feeling is mutual."

Nightmare attacked his brother with one of his moveable appendages, who sidesteps and ducked health another attack coming for his head.

Dream lunged at his younger counterpart, aiming to hit his weakest point but Nightmare blocked with his arm. He grunted as the staff collided with them.

The yellow prince swerved his arm to the left, smashing the stand into Nightmare's hip. The corrupted prince grunted, jumping back.They both stood in a defensive position, aiming their weapons at each other.

"Give it up, Nightmare."

"NEVER!"

And the two were at it again.

This went on for hours before the both of them were so very tired.

"Please, brother...this war..it's gone on for long!" Dream pleaded, falling to his knees. His younger brother, who'd also fallen down, growled. "You.. you started this war.."

"And I want to fix it, Nightmare! Please! I just want you back!"

He sobbed and Nightmare screamed in frustration.

"YOU DID THIS TO ME! ALL YOU EVER DO IS HURT ME! I HATE YOU! I HATE YOU! I HATE YOU! I HATE YOU! I HATE YOU!"

The young prince then began to see shadowy figures pointing at him and laughing. He began to hear buzzing and it felt like he was underwater. Yet, he could hear the villagers taunting him all over again..

"N....tm...re?"

Dream gently touched his brother's shoulder to calm him down with his aura. "B-brother—"

"DON'T TOUCH ME!" He yelled, his voice not even that of his sweet brother's anymore. It was just a broken boy. A boy of negativity that was to far gone to be saved.

But Nightmare liked it that way. Why couldn't Dream just understand that?!

"Nighty—"

"SHUT UP! JUST LEAVE ME ALONE! JUST.LEAVE.ME.A L O N E!"

Nightmare was crying now. And Dream felt like he was being stabbed with knives. Though, the younger brother wasn't done yet, though.

"You never believed me when I beaten! When I was abused! You just...you just let them use me! Like.. like some kind of toy! Some kind of stress ball! Just some stupid toy to throw away after the first use!"

He inhaled shakily,

"You ruined everything for me! You destroyed my books! Forced me to do things I didn't want to do! Pushed me away! Manipulated me!"

Dream growled,

"Don't you know I was trying?! Sure, it didn't seem like it but I was! You heard what you wanted to hear! You never let me in! I tried multiple times to ask if you were okay! You always told me you were!"

We never really heard Dream's perspective now, did we?

Nightmare used to keep to himself away from his older brother. He'd tried asking what was wrong...why didn't Nightmare believe he cared?

That was the first sign his brother wasn't really... okay.

"Nighty! Hey! What's wrong?"

Dream gently placed a hand on Nightmare's shoulders as the purple prince sniffled. Both were sitting under the tree of feelings next to one another. However, Dream had recently been in the village, talking to a few friends.

"T..they hurt me again..said to much.. their gonna..kill.. me.. Dream! Their..gonna.their gonna..burn me to death! They said it! They- they—.."

Nightmare broke down. Dream looked at his brother with confused worry. That.. didn't make to much sense...

"Nightmare.. nobody's gonna burn you..they can't even control a fire yet..

He whispered, wrapping an arm around his distraught brother. Nightmare looked at him with tears streaming down his face, his eyelights dull and quivering.

"No! You don't understand! Their gonna do it! They're gonna burn me to death, Dream! They said it!" Nightmare was hearing it so very different.

"Nighty, come on! That's unrealistic!"

It was more then just that time.. it was every time.

"Nightmare, what's wrong?" Dream asked upon seeing his brother pacing around the room, looking dazed as he whipped his head to look at his older brother.

"The books...see? They-theytheytheythey are going to kill me! They are gonna cook me under an oven and skin me alive! They-they—"

Dream sighed. Not this again.. he was sure his brother wasn't very okay when he talked like this.

"Brother, I can promise you, they won't. Second...what's an oven..? We..also don't have skin, Nightmare.. maybe..you need to go lay down for a while. I'll get you some water from the stream—"

"YOU DON'T FUCKING UNDERSTAND!"

Nightmare yelled, tearing his beloved, favorite book into tiny, little pieces.

Dream frowned, "n-nightmare! Why would you do that? That was your favorite book! Why would you.. why did you.. you—"

That's when Nightmare has started crying and screaming and stopping and just... having an entire tantrum. Before he could go farther and hurt himself by slamming his head against the wall, Dream cut in.

"Okay! Why don't we just..go..get some fresh air in the village.. okay? Does that sound alright, Nighty..?"

His younger brother wiped his tears away, calming down immensely. Nightmare just heard it differently..

"Let's burn it, okay?"

Another time, Nightmare was in distress again. He was on the brink of a panic attack. Dream was right by his side. Sitting under the tree of feelings, talking to himself while hyperventilating.

Dream heard the ragged breathing as he was coming up the hill, then was right next to his brother's side. "Nightmare.. breathe. What's the matter?"

Dream asked, cradling his brother in his arms so very carefully, thinking his brother could shatter in his arms at any given moment.

"T..they were touching me... the.. the-thethe shadows over there.. they tried to hurt me!" He pointed a shaking hand to a darker spot in the distance not to far from their tree. Dream looked.. though, as always.. nothing was there.

"Please! Get rid of them, Dream!"

The yellow prince sighed, pulling his counterpart a bit closer. He hoped it'd calm him a little.

"Their gone.. don't worry.. nothing will hurt you when I'm here." Dream spoke, looking down at his trembling, little brother.

Unfortunately, those words as well fell upon deaf ears.

"Quit making things up! There is nothing there, you liar!"

Though, before a fight could commence, two groups were there to break them apart.

"No! Don't fight! Don't fight!" Blue exclaimed, running in between his two friends. "Don't.. don't fight— you guys aren't fighting?" He tilted his head to the side in confusion.

Ink sighed, patting his head. "No, Blue. They aren't fighting. Which is weird on its own, yes..but a weirder question is—"

"Why the hell is this damn AU still alive?" A glitchier voice spoke up, cutting off the artist. "This AU should've been deleted years ago since nobody lives here anymore.."

The artist huffed. "Well, that's what I WAS getting to before I was RUDELY interrupted! But, I'll answer your question. AUs have a bunch of different timelines inside of them. I guess this one is one of em. It.. doesn't explain the tree but still."

Dust growled, shooting a bone right past the yellow prince's face. "So whatever re-creation, reincarnation shit you had planned? It ain't workin. Which means you can't keep the boss, which means—"

"He's coming home with us." Killer growled.

Error rolled his eyes. "Calm down, simp. It can't end first. Look, you've got those damned villagers to notice us. And as the story says..

Nightmare killed all of dreamtale, turned his brother to stone then left to wreak havoc across the multiverse.."

Ink and Error said in unison.

Dream frowned. He didn't.. wanna be turned to stone again. Ink easily saw his fear and pat his head, "nah, nah, Dreamboat, don't look so pale! All Night has to do is uh.. kill a few hundred of these guys like the first time and then boom, the story is basically finished!"

That did re-assure the yellow prince a lot more, though he sighed. "Then.. what's next? Do we just... do what we've always done..?"

"Well.. not exactly. What about a truce or something? What're we even fighting about anyway? At this point, I've forgotten. And that's Ink's job." Cross shrugged.

The artist frowned. "Hey!"

Error rolled his eyes, but a small smile formed. Though it was more smug then anything. "Huh, the only nice idea you've had thus far, Cross. I'm sick of fighting these idiots anyway. The balance of negativity and positivity could easily go on without any sort of violence."

Ink laughed, "obviously! But what's the fun in that? I actually enjoy our fights!"

Killer rolled his eyes. "Obviously someone like you loves them, you soulless fag—"

"Language, Killer!" Blue huffed, crossing his arms. "But.. if that means no more fighting..we can have an actual truce? A billion times yes and yes some more!"

Dream's eyes seemed to light up at the faces of each person. They all had smiles on their faces. Some smug, others happy. They weren't armed, or bloody.. or angry. Just.. calm.

"If.. if it's okay with Nightmare, then.. it's fine with m—"

"Anything for this all to stop.. I'll do anything." Nightmare responded a bit to quickly, looking to his older brother desperately.

Error smirked. "Guess it's settled then, huh? Truce it is. No more fighting."

"No more fighting." The gang and Stars said in unison, aiming for the two brothers to say it too. Dream looked to Nightmare. Nightmare looked to Dream. And.. they shared a smile.

"..no more fighting.."

So was the fall of Dreamtale.

For the second time.

Nightmare went on his way with his anger, using his sword and killing each villager in sight. Leaving through Ink's portal with his gang and the Stars.

A truce was developed with a handshake and a spark of mixing magic forming together. A swore from the two universal gods, the subordinates and the two princes.

Obviously, that didn't mean they all liked each other at first. Though friendships did form eventually. Ink got along with the gang better then he thought he would. Horror and Blue both found they had a love for cooking and for friendships and Dream and Error had became..rather close in the span of only a few months.

Poor Killer and Cross never were able to get the second base with Nightmare but the most inconvenient little Blueberry did.

Nightmare was seeking therapy as well. He'd started writing down his feelings, something that actually helped. Though..there were obviously sometimes where it didn't help and he tried to reach for the knife.

But he knew there were now people that he was truly willing to have help him.

And he really couldn't be happier to have people that loved him.

Sat in the garden outside was Nightmare, who was looking up at the many sparkling jewels dotting the night sky. He sighed contently, feeling quite calm.

"Nightmare?"

Came a familiar voice. The prince turned his head, a small smile came across his face. "Hello, Blue." His gaze back to the sky, he felt a presence next to him as Blue sat down.

They sat together in quiet contentment, enjoying each other's company even if they didn't have to say it.

The prince scooted closer before their arms touched, leaning his head on Blue's shoulder. The bandana wearing skeleton smiled happily, wrapped an arm around him, planting a kiss on the smaller's cheek before looking back to the night sky.

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