Thirty-Sixth: This (See Images Below) (We can thank Cel_is_a_girl 

for this marvelous idea. I found it (Probably) from their book of AU headcanons.)

The discomfort of the situation was palpable, and both involved know exactly why they were here, having this meeting. Dream releases a long stuttery sigh, the rap-tap-tap of his brother's fingers the only repetitive sound in this meeting.

"Nightmare! What a pleasant surprise!"

"Dream, don't fucking act. You know why we're meeting here." Dream feels Nightmare's anger, the negative being's emotion overpowering and overwhelming the younger positive guardian.

"Yeah...I know...I was just hoping we could pretend for a few minutes...ask about the weather or something..."

"Does it make you uncomfortable?"

"...."

"Dream. Answer me. Does our connection make you uncomfortable?"

"No. But I could do without the uh..." Dream trails off, knowing that Nightmare is aware of what Dream could do without. Nightmare nods.

"And I could as well, but unfortunately neither of us can remove it." The meeting descends into silence again until a shrill ringing interrupts the deafening atmosphere. Dream cringes, remembering how that ringtone came to be. He answers the call, sighing softly.

"Ink...why are you calling me?"

"ERROR IS DESTROYING AN AU! AND BLUE, INSTEAD OF BEING HELPFUL, IS SITTING THERE LAUGHING LIKE A MANIAC! I NEED HELP!" Dream holds the phone away from his ear, momentarily forgetting how loud Ink can be sometimes, sighing softly and pinching the bridge of his nasal bone.

"Nightmare....promise you won't get up to any sort of...that...while I'm busy, please?"

"Come back and we'll make a deal about this shit." Dream releases a tired sigh, nodding and teleporting to Ink, Error, and Blue, finding roughly what Ink described but with more...fire...somehow. Dream releases another tired sigh.

"Leave it to Ink and Blue to make a problem's solution be arson."

'H4h4h4h4. Y0u'r3 th3 funny 0n3 0f th3 gr0up, 4r3n't y4?" (Hahahaha. You're the funny one of the group, aren't ya?) Dream looks at Error, sighing.

"No I'm typically the impulse control of the group. Without me, Ink would be Chaotic Neutral all the time and Blue would be Lawful Chaotic. They have fun and I clean up."

"4nd y3t y0u 10v3 Ink." (And yet you love Ink.) Dream flushes, glaring at Error.

"Wow, and here I thought you were smart. I don't like or love Ink. I tolerate his presence because he can help me bring back my brother!" Dream pulls a bucket full of water from some fourth dimension and gets to work dealing with the fire Ink and Blue created.

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Dream appears in the meeting room, sitting down heavily in the chair, Nightmare finishing up his solitaire game as Dream vibrates with an overflowing amount of negative emotions.

"Shall we talk? Or just make the agreement?"

"You get Sundays, I get Saturdays, and the week is neutral for neither of us." Nightmare raises a brow, but shrugs.

"Fair enough. Since we'll be feeling these things, perhaps we should share the cause of our emotions?"

"No thank you."

"You're not curious?"

"It's not my business who you like and it's not your business who I like."

"As long as these feelings cross thread us together, the cause of them is indeed the other's concern." Dream grabs the deck of cards, dealing out a solitaire game for himself. Nightmare raises a brow.

"You must be really upset. I don't think you have ever played solitaire."

"Please, and I mean this with all the politeness I can muster, shut up. I have a headache and I don't want to think right now."

"Solitaire was really not the game to play then, if you don't want to think."

"Please, Nightmare, for the love of everything, shut up." Nightmare finally shuts up, studying his brother carefully. Dream seems to be tense and wired up. Nightmare's soul lights up. Dream is in prime messing-with mode.

"Okay, I'm sorry for prying. I just figured talking about it might do you some good. You hardly ever get to talk about your feelings."

"How did you know that?"

"I'm your twin, we're connected. Also, you told me, just now." Dream flushes yellow, anger welling up inside of him.

"Your emotions are entirely too reactive to the most simple of stimuli. That would stop being a problem if you talk about your issues." Dream sends a half-hearted glare towards Nightmare.

"And why would I ever trust or talk to you about my feelings? You killed everyone I've ever known, killed the tree that held our mother, tried to kill ME! Why would I ever trust you again?!" Nightmare shrugs.

"In reality, you shouldn't. But can you trust your chaotic friends? And plus, we have a connection that binds us together. Of every single person in the entire multiverse, in theory the only person you could truly trust is me, and vice versa. But maybe I read you wrong." The next moment was a blur, with Nightmare ending up pinned to the wall, a dagger in Dream's hand and aimed right at the throat of the goopy guardian.

"Stop. Talking. You are not trustworthy. You will never be trustworthy. I won't fall into your trap." Dream steps away, glaring down at the floor.

"I know Nighty is in there. I will fight and move heaven and earth to bring my brother back to me. But I will never trust you. I can't trust you."

"Fair enough. But Night really isn't still in here. Nightmare is all that's left, so you better get used to it." The room fills with an uncomfortable atmosphere.

"You get Sundays, I get Saturdays, and we stay away from our respectives Monday-Friday."

"Sounds good."

"Good. Then we are done."

"Have a good night, Dream." Dream shudders, teleporting away. Nightmare hums softly, recalling the meeting and grinning.

"Error...tell me....did Dream share who he has a crush on?"

"W311 it 4in't Inky." (Well it ain't Inky.) Nightmare nods.

"It's probably his other friend, Blue." Error nods.

"Wi11 y0u 3v3r t311 him y0u 1ik3 H0rr0r?" (Will you ever tell him you like Horror?) Nightmare hums softly.

"Once Dream finally opens up to me, yes. But for now, I don't think he needs to know." Nightmare looks at Error.

"F4ir 3n0ugh. H0w 10ng d0 y0u think it'11 t4k3 him t0 c0m3 4r0und?" (Fair enough. How long do you think it'll take him to come around?) Nightmare shrugs.

"It's Dream...so..."

"H4h4h4, F4ir." (Hahaha, Fair.)

(1058 words.

Hope you enjoy this short sweet thing involving Dream and Nightmare. Lol.