Requested by  RevampedPersona Ok, so this is my first time making a request, but I decided to bite the bullet and go with my gut feeling with this one because I couldn't stop thinking about it. I rarely see anything done with Epic!Sans or Epictale anyways (or at least literature wise)... So I've seen scenarios in which Passive!Nightmare is Blue or Error, but I always wondered what would happen if Passive eventually were to become Epic? Considering that Epic's personality is even further away from what people would expect a Guardian of Negativity to be, it'd be a disaster if anyone found out. Pray tell I don't know how Corruption/Hatred!Nightmare or Dream would feel about it. Personally I'd see some such as Error and Cross being indifferent to the whole thing while Dream and the rest of Nightmare's gang (or heck the rest of the multiverse) are freaking the ever loving fuNk out. But who would blame them if the more calmer of the Dreamtale brothers became a meme crazed/loving cookie hoarding gremlin skeleton?

Someone better request a Part 2 of this when I open requests again

Nightmare hugged his legs to his chest, tears slipped down his face.

He hated this.

He missed Nim there parent, he missed Dream who spent all there time with the humans now.

Did Dream hate Nightmare, his twin so much to leave him alone to his duty of Guardian.

The humans had come today, yet again while Dream was lured away with playing and better food.

The food had smelled so good.

They'd taken great joy in taunting and beating him once Dream had left, cracks littered his arms and legs and he thought a rib was broken earlier. They'd heal, they always did.

He'd gotten very good at healing himself.

Sobs wracked his form.

He was so tired.

Now this!

A human had grabbed some of the black apples, and forced him to eat them.

He'd passed out as blackness engulfed him.

When he woke it was to a broken tree of feeling, it.. was dead with bloodies human bodies everywhere.

It was his fault.

A few feet away sat a dark form with a singular glowing cyan eye, Nightmare could feel him like almost an extension of himself.

This was his darkness, his corruption.

His sin for being too weak.

Dream was sobbing over bodies.

Thunder rolled in the distance, and thick raindrops began to fall.

He jumped to his feet and ran.

"PASSIVE NO!" Corruption yelled chasing after till he tripped not used to his body yet.

Passive Nightmare didn't stop, if he stopped he'd destroy more of Dreams life.

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How long had it been?

An endless daze of emptiness...

Corruption, The Nightmare King kept the balance but was broken inside.

It had been a thousand years, and still Passive was missing. He still remembered his others broken face, the fear the self loathing.

Why did you leave me behind Passive?

Dream sought out passive, Corruption sought out Passive.

Not a trace or proof he still lived could be find, only the fact Corruption still lived that they knew he was still alive.

CRASH!

Corruption winced as something crashed downstairs, followed by laughter.

The house was getting more chaotic, specially since Cross had dragged his friend to visit.

He really didn't need this.

Epic Sans was an over powered meme machine, with a power level some would jokingly say was over 9000 with a side of rubber chicken.

"Cookies!" came an excited cry from said purple menace.

The problem was, Epic was actually a rather nice guy.

Really nice when you weren't causing trouble in his AU.

Even Ink didn't cause trouble there, Corruption still got amusement every time Ink with paints or no paints had panic attacks still when people mentions rubber chickens and cookies in one sentence.

The goopy being wanted to know what Epic did.

"OI! My cookies!" Killer shouted, there was a crash and laughter.

Epic was a cookie gremlin.

"Brah," Epic said sauntering into the room, idly scratching the scar on his face.

"Yes Epic?" he asked.

"I met a freaking Cookie god, his cookies make any other cookies seem tame," Epic said a look of rapture on his face, was... he crying tears of joy?

"Cookie God?" he asked curious.

"Rad little guy, I'll find him again somehow.. someday," Epic pronounced.

In another multiverse said 'Cookie God' hid, looking around fearfully in case his cookie stalker tracked him down.

Again...

"Right... cookie god," Corruption responded, mentally praying for whoever had grabbed Epics attention.

"So Crossy Brah an I are heading out, see ya Brah," Epic said wondering off.

"I need a vacation..."

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"Yo yo Dreamy Brah!" Epic said cheerfully, as he came across Dream and Blue while he and Cross hung out.

"Ack... Epic!" Dream said jumping back startled, as usually the purple clad Sans had appeared from nowhere.

"Hello Epic," Blue said cheerfully.

"Heya Blue Brah," Epic said giving finger guns.

"Your here with Cross?" Dream said, almost stuttering over Cross's name a small blush on his face. It was so adorable this crush, specially with how both Cross and Dream denied it.

"Dream," Cross said spotting the three of them talking, coming over from where he was watching a human couple be stupid.

Blue and Cross traded looks, as it became extremely awkward.

"OH! I left the oven on at home. Have to run!" Blue cried and sped off.

"Cookie God! I just spotted him!" Epic cried looking for anything to escape the awkwardness, happily spotting a white garbed figure.

Holding a certain lantern.

"Wait!!!!!: Epic cried as the figure fled.

"Want... want to get a drink with me?" Cross asked shyly, Dream smiled.

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Epic sighed, letting his always happy face fall as he leaned against a pillar out of sight.

Sometimes... it was hard.

Hard to see there faces, and not to have them recognize him.

Well, recognize him more then just Epic.

The memories were faded.

Broken.

Some lost altogether.

"You! Yes you! Your perfect!"

Epic winced at those memories.

He hadn't forgotten on purpose, but the Sans of Epictale had died as a child and Gaster needed a replacement. He;'d been on his way back, finally calmed down and wanting to apologize to dream and Corruption.

He never got the chance.

Gaster hadn't given him the chance.

Sealing and ripping memories away, to rebuild him into the Sans he thought Epic should be.

A nudge brought him back to reality, blinked he started in surprise at the small child's hand holding out a cookie.

"Your not running?" he asked the being that looked like a child.

"Sometimes people just need someone to sit with," the 'Cookie God' replied.

Epic... no Passive allowed him to cry into the shoulder of the being, wishing he had never run that day.

Maybe it was best no ever found out what happened to him.

"I'm here Nightmare..." the child whispered.