Yellow again! Here, have another one-shot! This one with the positive being getting hurt! Yay!
Fandom: Undertale, but specifically Dreamtale
Characters: Nightmare, Dream (Who belong to Joku)
Warnings: Implied violence? Other than that, there isn’t any I can think of.
Nightmare was in a good mood.
He had woken up to a quiet castle, his team off doing things on their own. Horror was visiting a friend of his in Underlust. Killer was sharpening his knives and looking for a new one. Dust was practicing his attacks in one of the training rooms. Cross was doing…something, Nightmare wasn’t sure what. And Error was in his Anti-Void, most likely watching Undernovela.
As for himself, Nightmare was enjoying one of his few days off by taking a stroll in an AU he didn’t care to look at the name of. It was night and was set on the surface, but that was all he cared for.
Being a king was a lot harder than it sounded like. You had to attend meetings, make sure your people didn’t start a revolution, and you were always working. No matter what. But Nightmare made sure he had a few days a month to himself. Just enough that he didn’t burn himself out, because he, unlike popular belief, did care for his mental health. He prided himself on that.
Now Dream, he was the opposite. He would gladly run himself into the ground if someone asked him to. The village was proof of that. But Dream, when asked if he was alright, would always smile and insist he was fine, even if he hadn’t slept in weeks or eaten in days. Only if he couldn’t do anything else, would he ask for help or admit that maybe he needed a rest. Most of those times Nightmare would have to drag him and throw him in a cell for a few days.
Nightmare sighed. His brother was an idiot, but he was Nightmare’s idiot. He loved the younger twin dearly, could never stop, and deeply regretted hurting him. Which was why he was ever so grateful for the truce they made.
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