Dreams P.O.V.

I suddenly felt the urge to threw up. I struggled to get out off the bed, since I didn't want to ruin it by puking on the blankets. When my knees finally hit the ground, I started to throw up a weird coloured liquid instantly, I closed my eyes, so I won't have to see the puke and the mess I was making. Just a little sick, huh ? That was definetly more then a simple cold...

Nightmares P.O.V.

Wait, what ? I never changed clothes, right ? As I looked down, I nearly screamed. Blue was right after all, I didn't wear anything purple. But what shocked me the most were the clothes I weared instead, they clearly belonged to Dream. I touched my head, only to find a familiar circle. I froze. That wasn't my crown, it was Dreams. And I knew that he wouldn't take his crown off, e v e r.

" Dream ? Or whoever I'm talking to... Are you alright ? " , Blue, I'm definetly not okay. I'm somehow stuck in a body that's not my own, and to make it worse, it's the body of my worst enemy.

In my state of panick I tried to confirm that I was wrong, that all of this was just a bad dream, and summoned my soul. Or rather : The soul of this body. It was a golden apple, but decorated by a big, black, moon.

" Blue ? " , he gave me a nod of approval, still staring at the golden apple I refused to call soul. " We might have a problem. Like... A really big one. As you already figured out, I'm not Dream. But if Dream isn't in his body, where is he ? "

" But if your not Dream... who are you ? " , Blue asked.

" It doesn't matter right now. " , I avoided his question, you didn't know who could be listening after all.

Dreams P.O.V.

I got up after what seemed like an eternity, but I felt like laying back down right away. I was still unable to walk properly, as if I never learned how to move my legs in the first place. There was a mirror at the other end of the weird room, but it was covered by some sort of blanket. As I went to remove the blanket, I was greeted with a rather shocking sight. The reflection didn't show me, but my brother instead. Scared, I looked at my hands. They were black. Pure black.

I stumbeld back, this couldn't be happening, right ? Maybe it is just a bad Dream ! But it feels so real...

I called for help, for anyone, Ink, Blue, heck even Nightmare!

...But nobody came...

Nightmares P.O.V.

" Blue, is Dream feeling better ? We need you for the meeting ! " , the soulless excuse of a creator called.

Blue motioned me to follow him, and I shot him a look of disbelief. Was he really stupid enough to get a person he didn't knew to the meeting room ? I already told him that I wasn't supposed to be in this body.

" COME ON, DREAM, I'M GLAD YOU'RE FEELING BETTER ALREADY ! " , I was about to complain about his volume again, but I realised the use of it just in time. Guess I'm gonna play Dream for a while now. Maybe I could find out what happened to my body.

As we walked down the stairs, we were greeted with a big mess. Sanses fighting for fun or because they had an argument about what happened to 'Dream' , actually me. A stressed Creator stood there, unable to calm the crowd down. I debated wheter I should or shoudn't do something, since I enjoyed seeing Ink suffer, but I needed to know where my body was. Now I knew something about Dream that most didn't, if he wanted to, he could be really loud.

" Q U I E T " , it worked perfectly, as I asumed. I definetly had their attention now. Thousands of shocked faces were turned towards me, including Blues and Inks. Did they seriously never hear Dream yell ?