With so many mind SCPs, you've just got to see what happens if you throw one at another.

We're finally at the main story~<3

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I charged at Dream, still unable to stop laughing like a madman. He cried out as a tentacle dug into his arm. I grinned as tears flowed down his face. He was sobbing and begging that I stopped. Oh, there was no way I was stopping. Not when he was so close to death.

Even after he ate the last golden fruit, he still couldn't hurt me. He could never bring himself to hurt his sweet, shy brother.

Another tentacle began to strangle him. He let out a choked cry, managing to summon a staff. His free arm grabbed it from the air. I had little time to react as he hit me across the face with it. The brief stun was enough for him to escape.

Instead of going after him, I turned to the tree. Mom. The thing that gave us life. My tentacles dug into it and began tearing through bark, ripping it in half. I grinned and laughed, practically feeling mother die.

Dream cried out again, but this time he moved. I couldn't have stopped it even if I wanted too. He ran to the tree, tears streaming down his face.

The last golden apple appeared for a split-second before it entered the half-torn-to-shreds tree. A small glowing orb soon followed it, vanishing inside the tree.

Our gazes met for a second after that. Dream was scared. Only pure, primal fear clouded his eyes. That was the last I saw of him before the useless body he was once in dusted.

I woke up screaming again.

Sometimes it got so bad they had a D-Class wake me. This time, it felt horrible. I barely processed the tendril going through the stranger's body and tearing his heart out. I let myself subconsciously mutilate him, trying not to think of what I did. What I did to my sweet, sweet brother.

After a minute or so I calmed down. I was still tempted to let them numb me. Not sedate, in case I had that same nightmare again. I was on a streak of not having them, and I thought being somewhat social helped. If spending a few hours some days and most nights with one other person counts as socializing.

I growled under my breath, suddenly thinking of how I could get out. Maybe visit Cross, check on Halluciv, then see my brother. Maybe I could bash the D-Class' body against the door and hope for the best.

I went to the door and let a tentacle try to widen the tiny gap between wall and door. I got rougher with the action, concluding that I had to get out before they saw what I was trying to do and sedated me.

Soon, the gap was a few inches wide. Not wide enough, but oh well. I was impatient. I decided to risk it and backed up. I ran to it and reached a limit, but managed to squeeze through. One of my least destructive breaches.

I only mapped out my route to Dream, nothing else. I was working on other routes, though. Like to the exit. That'd be a very nice place to go.

Halfway to Dream, alarms went off and the lights turned red. Keter has breached, everyone get to safety, guards will shoot on sight, blah, blah, blah. Same old same old.

As I was going through the Euclid hall, I gazed over the containments. Core, Halluciv, Marvul, ect.. Lucy was looking out of a door, his gaze locked on me. He looked disappointed, probably hoping that Xcellence had escaped instead. He shut the door and vanished a second later.

Finally, I came across 'SCP-038'.

I smiled and entered the containment. "Hello, brother..." I said, approaching the 'tree'. "How have you been?"

Of course, I got no response. I knew he was there, though. I just...felt it. I felt his ever-lingering presence around. It made me feel....tingly. Warm...comforted....not alone.

~~~~~3rd P.O.V.~~~~~

Guards eventually made their way to 038's chamber. They almost passed it, but the older ones knew that 682 sometimes went there, so they checked it during their rounds. It was odd, to see a Keter having a full one-sided conversation with a tree in a complex language.

Nightmare was legitimately talking to SCP-038. He was sitting cross-legged on the ground facing it, his back to the guards.

He could've been sedated easily and the whole ordeal could've been over with. But...a couple of scientists were actually there already. They were taking notes on 682. 038 and 682 have always been connected, but nobody knew how.

Nightmare was unaware of it all.

He still thought it was just him and his brother. After a string of unknown words and phrases, he grew quiet for a second. Everyone stayed quiet. Did he know they were there? If so, how would he react?

Apparently he didn't notice them, because he kept talking. His tone gave away how he felt about the topic. It sometimes went from calm to disgusting after a single word or phrase.

After that, he got quiet again. He closed his eyes and sighed, as if enjoying the moment. By then, staff had left the containment and were watching through the cameras.

Nightmare said something before standing up and turning around.  He was smiling softly as he left the room, humming a small tune.

The scientists had only a tiny amount of the near impossible language translated. They worked to try to see what 682 had said. But...no matter what they tried, they could only get one part done. The last thing he said before walking out of the room and returning to his containment.

"Bye, brother."

So the tests would begin. Brother. The first thing they realized was that SCP-990, 038, and 682 arrived at about the same time. 990 repeatedly mentions a brother, and 682 just mentioned that. Though it was highly unlikely, and they probably got the translation wrong, it was a tiny chance to understand SCP-682 and 990.

It was something. A chance to get why 682 was like he was. Why he was so hostile. The possible connection between 990 and 038.

Because Nightmare was in one of his rare good moods, he let SCP-076 out for Halluciv. It might cause minor chaos among the foundation, but for them...it was amazing to be free. It felt like a game, to run, kill, or hide from the staff.

With the new information, the staff ignored X and let him stay with Lucy. They just locked them in a room, because they didn't need Xcellence letting other SCPs out. The staff actually drugged 682 just to drag him back into 038's chamber. He was dead confused, but didn't complain.

The staff got SCP-1498. Marvul, the polar opposite of Nightmare when it came to their anomalous properties. They sedated Nightmare and told Marvul to monitor what the Keter dreamt of.

The Euclid Class stood beside 682's sleeping form. He was out cold, and almost looked dead. If he could actually be killed.

Similar to how 682 broke into others' dreams, 1498 closed his eyes and entered a dreamlike state. Consciousness was only a glowing dot. Except, you could somehow tell who they belonged to. The color of each glowing dot was an indescribable color and size.

682's consciousness was easy to pinpoint, since he was so close to Marvul. Marvul picked that small or big form and watched it fill his vision. Color morphed into shapes, which became a scene. Marvul's form appeared and solidified in the scene.

It was a village. It had a tree in the center with a skeleton sitting on it. The skeleton wore a golden archer suit and thin gold crown. He had a bow across his back. His head was completely cloaked in grayish smoke. Marvul recognized how SCP-990 was described.

Another unfamiliar person stood a few feet away from the one on a tree stump. He wore a purple tunic and had violet pupils, and had a thin gold crown as well. He stared at the other figure, looking stunned.

"D-Dream...?" the one in purple asked in quiet stun.

The one in gold only tilted his head to the side in confusion. He stood up and just gazed at the one in purple. "Hello?" he asked.

The one in purple rushed towards the other and hugged him tight. "DREAM!!"

The one in gold, 'Dream', hesitantly hugged back. Marvul got closer, and saw that the one in purple was crying.

"I'm sorry I'm sorry I'm so sorry it's all my fault-" he sobbed, gripping Dream tight.

"...brother?" Dream asked quietly. "N-Nightmare?"

In a few seconds both of them were hugging and crying. 'The hell?' Marvul wondered to himself. 'Who's Dream?' Everyone -mostly, anyways- knew that Nightmare -682- was once a normal skeleton. Maybe this was what he looked like.

Slowly, the smog around Dream's head began to fade. He blinked a few times, bright yellow pupils fading into existence. His expression became one of stun and disbelief, his pupils shrinking. He hugged him tightly. "NIGHTMARE!!"

Marvul watched them hug each other tightly. He knew that they were bothers, that was easy to guess. Everything else, though... It didn't explain the connection between 990 -or Dream- and 038. It didn't explain why 682 goes to 038.

Nightmare didn't loosen the hug, keeping his face buried in Dream's shoulder. He kept saying 'sorry' over and over. "I'm so sorry I'm s-so sorry...I-it's my fault....I'm so sorry...!!"

Dream managed to get his twin to loosen his grip. "Wh-what happened?" he asked. Everything was fuzzy. He remembered snips of other people, all in orange prison-style jumpsuit. Their faces and words were blurred out. He still felt their curiosity, distaste, and awe, though.

"You fucking half-died," Nightmare managed between sobs. "Th-the fight w-we had..." he tried not to make it sound like a simple argument. Like he wasn't going for the kill that horrible day.

"I-I k-killed m-mom...a-and you were d-dying...a-and..." he drew in a few shuddering breaths, trying to regain his composure. He managed to finish. "...y-you went into the t-tree...k-kinda how m-mom did."

Dream blinked, eyes widened slightly. It came back to him. His twin becoming a 'monster' and nearly killing him. He remembered the last few fuzzy seconds of leaving his mortal body and entering the tree.

"What h-happed after..?" Dream asked. "Where are we? Th-this doesn't look like the village. N-not really....it's so...lonely...a-and what h-happened to the tree...?"

"It was revived," Nightmare explained, calmed down now. "The fruits regrew because of you. Right now, this...th-this is a dream. I-I...I w-wanna wake up and see you..." he hugged Dream again. "You'll b-be there when I d-do, okay?"

Dream hugged back, unsure if he would or not. He was thinking clearly, but still confused. He felt and saw Nightmare's form shimmer and waver, and then it went dark.

........

Staff and researchers were freaking out.

Another one.
Another skeleton appeared.

Just beside SCP-038, right as its base. From thin air. 'Holy shit, what the fuck.' That was the first thing spoken by a researcher when Dream popped up. One second he wasn't there, and the next...

He was sound asleep, looking calm. Some more experienced workers recognized him as SCP-990. 'The Dream Archer'. So he did have a physical body.

Marvul just shook his head when asked what had happened. He only held up his hands in surrender said something along the lines of 'I just want to see my brother, okay? You can finish your screwed up tests, just sedate me and get it over with.' After seeing that go down, he just wanted to cherish his brother for the rest of the day.

They complied as soon as report of 990 reached them.

682 was a different story. He woke up a split second before 990 appeared and went absolutely nuts. He knocked several staff beside him out cold, killed 5 guards told to restrain him in case of emergency, and went straight through the door, leaving a bloody mess behind.

He sprinted through halls with record speed, aware of Dream's aura. He had to do a double take over and over, reaching dead-ends and having to backtrack. He was in a new part of the foundation, and was completely lost.

SCP-990, however, was being crowded. Someone took him by the arm. Dream was in full panic. Nightmare didn't tell him about this. He didn't tell him about the forceful and aggressive humans who acted as though he were dangerous.

682 made in to Dream in five minutes. In those five minutes, Dream was in the process of being forced out of 038's chamber. Speaking of SCP-038...

...it was dying.

Quite quickly, too. Its leave rotted and crumpled to nothing. The fruits' color faded to dull gray before falling off, falling apart into nothing before even hitting the ground. Without Dream to sustain it, it had no source of nutrition. It didn't take it from soil, water, and sun, like regular trees.

Dream was crying. It was too much for the small skeleton to handle. He thought he'd be back in the village. An abandoned and deserted version of it, but it'd be home. Not a scary chamber with bleached-white walls and strangers in just-as-bleached-white lab coats. He wanted to sleep again, where the world at least made a little sense.

Nightmare sprinted into the room above his recorded full speed, almost on all fours. His tentacles reeled and threw people to the side, paving a path to a still-crying Dream.

Dream clung to him without thinking, recognizing him and crying harder. Nightmare made no hostile move towards Dream, and hugged him tight instead. Like, if he let him go, he'd disappear again. They hugged each other as if their lives depended on it.

Thick, hot, golden tears ran down Dream's face. Nightmare rubbed his back soothingly. "Shh, shh... It's okay...you're safe....w-we're together now... I-it's over..."

Dream wanted desperately to ask what was happening. Why are the humans staring? Why were they in a hospital-looking building? ...why were Nightmare's tentacles ripping through one of them? He thought that Nightmare no longer murdered. He thought that it was over. That they'd be together again, safe and happy.

...but apparently not.

Nightmare hugged Dream protectively. He was going to keep him safe from these psychos, no matter what. He'd get them both out. He'd get help. There had to be others willing to help. There had to be.

Staff kept back, seeing Nightmare's tentacles tear through flesh and bone and toss the body aside. Nightmare didn't dare move, acutely aware of the guns aimed. His still-blood-stained tentacles wrapped around Dream comfortingly. "Shh... It's okay..." he soothed, even though it clearly wasn't. "It's okay..."

Dream sniffled, his tears stopping. Nightmare slowly, very slowly, stood up. He made no sudden movements. He carried Dream, his tentacles and arms acting as a cradle for the smaller. Dream curled up and hid his face in his brother's chest, never wanting to look away.

Nightmare turned and stared coldly at everyone in the room. "...there's no point in asking for freedom, is there?" he asked softly, startling everyone.

Of course, a few people shook their heads.

"...thought so..." Nightmare said quietly. He blinked slowly. "At least...don't hurt him... You demons don't have souls, so there's no point in asking for a good thing. At least spare him from your god forsaken tests."

Nobody said anything, but someone fired a tranquilizer. Nightmare smiled ever-so-slightly as the powerful drug took hold. The power of it would kill a human the second their eyes closed, but to Nightmare it would only knock him out for barely eight hours.

His grip on Dream tightened as he collapsed. Dream's eyes widened in fear. "B-brother?! P-please wake up!!" But.....Nightmare was already out.

~~~~~Time Skip~~~~~

The next day, SCP-038 was marked as neutralized.

Dream and Nightmare's natural auras and Dream's begging made people give in and let them stay with each other. They were in Nightmare's chamber.

Nightmare never let his brother go. Nightmare stopped trying to breach and focused on threatening D-Class to shut the hell up and shove their guns up their asses. Dream, still clinging to his innocence, always asked what was going on. Like they were commanded, D-Class stayed quiet. It was impossible hard not to give into innocent little Dream.

It was impossible not to feel bad for Dream. Even a little for Nightmare, too. The two stayed quiet, barely protesting when shot at.

It was a change, yes. But the foundation could manage. They would adapt. It was just another bump in the road to the foundation. It was only a slight faze. Nothing more.

Though, it was the very beginning of what staff would call hell.

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O, this is going to go well.