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Nightmare couldn't remember a time when he used to be happy.

Everyday was always the same.. Wake up, get dressed, grab a book, get hurt, repeat.

"As long as Dream's happy.." he'd always say. As long as his brother was happy, he was happy. At least.. he forced himself to think that way. When Dream wasn't happy, he wasn't the best big brother in the entire world.

Nightmare didn't really know English as well as Dream. But when Dream wasn't happy with him, or simply wasn't in the best of moods, the words..hurt. He knew when it was supposed to hurt and when it wasn't. He wasn't just able to sense it in the tone.. Like some kind of sixth sense.

"You know, I think I have an idea for why you have no friends! You can barely speak!"

Dream had once said to him. It left a stinging inside of his soul.. that he would never be as good as his brother.

What had he even done this time? He just had asked his brother to stay with him! But.. all Dream ever wanted to do now was go to the village... He and Dream never hung out anymore..

"You'd have an easier time making friends if you weren't secluding yourself so often, Nightmare!" He scolded again, holding his gloved hands out for the book the purple one was desperately clinging onto.

"N-no.."

Nightmare whimpered quietly. Dream didn't like that at all. Grabbing on side of the book and tugging it. "Give it to me! It's just a book, Nightmare!" He grunted. He and his brother were basically having a round of tug-of-war now.

No! Nightmare didn't want to! Dream never gave his books back! And he loved this one!

RIP!

It wasn't long till the poor, fragile, worn down book tore in half.

The purple prince had tears pouring from his eyes. It.. was his favorite book. Though Dream looked fine. A slight face of guilt.. but mostly fine. "There! Look what you did? Next time, just cooperate, okay? Now, let's go play in the village! We're all picking flowers today!"

Nightmare didn't move. Only continuing to weep over his book. But the yellow one yanked him to his feet roughly and wiped his tears away. "Stop crying. Don't be a baby. We aren't babies anymore, Nightmare."

The younger prince sniffled.

"I'm sorry, Dream.."

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Another memory flashed through the broken prince's mind. This was three days before the apple incident. That was the day Nightmare actually snapped back.

"Give.. back!"

Dream held the book in the air, with Nightmare trying to pry it from his brother's hands.

"How many books do I have to get rid of for you to understand that you don't need them?!" Dream yelled at the younger who was crying.

"How much.. do.. have to.. say.. just.. leave me.. alone you.. pendejo! You've.. never.. helped! Only.. hurt!" He'd been learning words over the past years.. not many, but some..

Nightmare shouted to the other.

It was quiet before the yellow one started to cry. Dropping the book, he covered his eyes to prevent from showing his tears. Hiccuping sobs left him as his body trembled. "B-brother... I-I just.. I just want us to.. f-fit in.. I want us.. to be able to make friends normally.. y'know..?"

He sniffled, wiping away any tears that kept coming.

Nightmare felt so terrible. He made his brother cry.. was he being selfish? Dream only wanted the best for him! He only wanted him to make friends! Maybe.. maybe these books were a bad influence..

"I-I'm sorry! Im sorry, Dream! I'll.. ill.. rid them.. okay.? Then we.. play... in the village!" He whimpered.

Dream wiped away his tears. "You'd.. you'd really do that for me..?" Then the smiled, "thank you! Thank you so much, Nighty! I'm so happy! I love you, brother!"

He then embraced his younger twin.

"Let's burn it, okay..?"

Nightmare's smile faltered but he nodded, hugging back weakly.

"..okay.."

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Nightmare didn't remember how long it was before he'd gotten back to the tree he and his brother shared.

His ankles and wrists were bruised with rope burns, shirt torn open and his pants being held up by his hands. He had dried tears stains under his eyes and a fearful expression plastered on his tired face.

The villagers never treated him good.

Dream was asleep when his brother arrived. The purple guardian sat down, wiping away any tears that dared to leave his eyes.

Then the older turned over to look at him. "Where were you today..? I had to leave without you.. why didn't you'd stick by me..?" He yawned.

Nightmare flinched at the voice and looked down at him. "Don't.. don't worry about it.."

Dream frowned, sitting up. "Brother, now I'm going to worry— what happened to your clothes..?" He asked softly, looking at his bruises.

And that's when Nightmare broke down into tears.

"Brother.. they.. they really don't like me..! They've.. touched me.. hurt me! I can't take anymore! I'm sorry! P-please.. u-understand..? They've never liked me..! T-they always hurt..!"

Dream only frowned angrily.

"That's a lie, Brother. It's bad to fake like this for attention. The villagers have never hurt me before. They all love me greatly. So I know for a fact that they love you to. So whatever this.. attention-seeking act is? Stop it."

"W-what..?" Act?

Dream then turned back over on his side and closed his eyes, laying back down. "Now go to sleep. It's to late for this. Goodnight, Nightmare."

The purple guardian was speechless.

Attention-seeking? An act? It was fake?

Laying down on his back and looking up to the sky, silent tears rolled down his face.

"Goodnight, Dream."

From that moment on, he stopped protecting himself. He'd just take the beatings. Who'd listen? Who would help him? He was all alone. Nobody cared. So what was even the point anymore?

That's about the true time Nightmare began not to care for himself completely. Even relying on self harm to get him through. Then came the suicidal thoughts.

Dream didn't even know!

Just dragging his brother out for traditional holidays the humans did with him.

It was always the same..

Dream would get drawn away from him and leave Nightmare to fend for himself against the wrath of the village people.

The insults, the punches, the kicks, the touches, everything.

He didn't care.

He'd tried to hang himself one day.. though, when his older brother had caught him and stopped him.. he scolded him with words instead of consoling him instead.

Dream sniffled, crying genuinely. "Nightmare... am I a bad brother..?" He asked softly, looking to him for truthful words.

Yes.

Yes you are.

I can't stand you.

You are horrible.

I hate you so much.

Nightmare shook his head.

"Of course not, Dream."

GASP!

"What the hell..?!" The prince shouted. Though.. his voice was alot higher then it usually was.. there was usually goop in his throat that made his voice sound suffocated.. but now that was gone..

He then noticed his hands..

White.

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White?!

Oh no, oh no, oh no, oh no—

Hastily getting out of bed, the young prince bell, though he didn't care! He stumbled his way to his mirror.

Please don't let it be so..—

There in the mirror was..

A very small, purple-eyed skeleton. His bones pearly white and the face of a kitten which could make anyone melt.

He hated it.

Nightmare took a very deep breath, and let out the longest, loudest scream he's ever done in his entire life.