Trance woke with a sob, an aching loneliness in his soul.

He stopped from looking to his sides, knowing that he was alone.

He wasn't suppose to be alone.

Reverie wasn't there.

Papa Ruru wasn't there also.

He aggressively wiped away tears, feeling so... unwanted.

Oh he knew it wasn't so, Papa....

Papa...

He broke out crying again.

He had to think, Papa Ruru had always said they had to face the truth.

Papa was dead.

Dusted.

Gone without a reset in sight.

And that hurt.

Today had turned into one disaster after another.

Papa had gone to do his job as the forced destroyer, leaving the twins who were now old enough to guard the tree alone for limited time.

It was then that It had appeared.

Trance did not believe the being was a true monster.

Ink.

The Creator.

The guardian of AU's.

The fakest being the feeling twins had ever met.

He'd seemed surprised to see Trance there, and his next words confirmed it.

"Why are you children, and your name is Dream not Reverie. And why is Nightmare here, he should be cursed and gone!" Ink said matter of factly.

"I don't like you," Reverie said backing away from the clearly unhinged monster.

Ink froze, and smiled... it wasn't a nice smile.

"That's okay, you were suppose to become mine you know. But that's okay, I'll just rewrite this the way its suppose to be," Ink said pulling the giant paintbrush off his back.

"Leave us alone," Trance shouted.

"Hmm.. I won't need you two, I'll just make a better Dream and Nightmare later. Which means your for the rejects pile," Ink said.

And moved.

"..." Reverie cried out, as Ink pulled him into the air by his neck.

"Says hello to the other rejects," Ink laughed, and the are around Reverie shattered seeming to drag his twin elsewhere.

"Reverie!" Trance screamed, as Reverie vanished.

Not dead, because Trance was still alive.

"Now you, I'll just kill. Your to worthless even for a reject," Ink said still smiling.

Then Papa was there.

"Papa!" Trance cried.

After that everything became a blur, but he remembered, paint, marrow and dust.

But he did remember, Papa somehow throwing him elsewhere.

Somewhere not home, as he couldn't feel the tree of feelings either.

Taking a deep breath he got up, unfamiliar forest surrounded him.

He began to walk.

He had his twin to find.