Jul 2, 2023
The man that started my gambling addiction at the age of 6 y/o
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The man that started my gambling addiction at the age of 6 y/o
i like their silly little dynamic
Why there’s large vents in the JR
Finch: “Lord Dream, why can’t we have smaller vents? Wouldn’t that decrease the amount of people breaking in?”
Dream: inhales and looks at Ink
Ink: “I’ll say this for Boss, the place would look really fucking ugly.”
Finch:
Dream: “You have to understand we do care about how the JR looks.”
Promise
WARNINGS: Suicide ideation, Suicide attempt, violence, blood.
This takes place way before Nightmare met Cross and Error, perhaps three decades before the Apple Incident took place.
***
“Argh!” Nightmare crashed into his hideout with a loud thud, the impact momentarily making his head ring. Through the last shards of the messy portal he managed to create seconds before getting his head slashed, he could hear Dream’s voice in the distance, ordering a retreat. Then the last remains of the magical door faded away, leaving his mind to repeat what Dream told him during their usual chase like an alarm.
“For a world without tears, I’m afraid I will need to take your life.”
That sentence was all he could focus on. He wasn’t paying attention to what he was doing at all, making him almost touch a random bell while he was reaching for the bandages on the counter, bandages he had stolen a few days ago at a pharmacy.
It was the first time Dream had ever told him head on what exactly he wanted to do with him. Perhaps he had implied his demise was his objective before yes, but that did not lift any weight from his words at all.
He wanted him dead.
The only person who ever cared, at least a little, wanted him gone.
He forced back the tears that threatened to come out with a scowl. He wasn’t going to cry. He wasn’t.
That knowledge did make his heart sting though. He recalled how they were inseparable when they were young or how holding hands seemed natural to them, what the hell happened for everything to come crashing down like it did?
Had he done something?
Was he at fault there?
Even if he were, what justified Dream creating an entire fucking multiversal oragnisation meant to chase him down?
Having his childhood… well, he guessed he should refer to him as an ex-childhood best friend? Chasing him around the world like a prey was bad enough, why did he have to drag the entire world with him?
He snapped out of his thoughts when he felt a slight pang of pain on his arm, stronger than the rest of the echoing pain from the battle he just ran away from.
While he was thinking, he had been absently and messily patching himself up. The bandages were loose, barely able to hang on his arm and the blood wasn’t exactly stopping either. The reason why it hurt was that once he was ‘done’, he had been grazing his wound with his hand and one of his nails finally hit a wound, the action earning an immediate reaction from his nervous system.
… What was he doing this for actually?
Was there really a reason for him to try so hard to stay alive?
His daily life always took that miserable shape.
Run, get hurt, heal, run, get hurt, heal, and so on.
He hadn’t slept in years. While he did have insomnia back then, he could at least get some sort of rest because his life had been somewhat decent. But now, even the slightest minute of sleep was torturous, atrocious visions plaguing his mind and preventing him from ever feeling rested.
He was so tired of this life, maybe he could just give in and let Dream do what he wanted?
Then again that would require him to get hurt some more before that were to happen. Nightmare prided himself in being someone strong, but there’s only so much one can take before truly losing it.
His appearance barely changed from when he was 19 but there was little that remained of his sort of will to live from before. What was he trying to save there exactly?
Perhaps, he should actually just kill himself.
The hand reaching for additional bandages froze at the suggestion.
Killing himself…
That would guarantee little additional pain, control over his death and few problems. After all, Dream hadn’t found this hideout yet and it’s not like there were any neighbors to signal something strange happening.
When he was young, he would threaten something along these lines as a sort of twisted joke as he usually would but now… now he was actually considering it.
Who wouldn’t? It would actually solve so many problems of his.
Dream would get him dead like he wanted and Nightmare wouldn’t have to suffer anymore, was that what people called a win-win situation? It must be. Most parties involved would be satisfied with the result, even if Nightmare had the intuition that perhaps his crush ex-best friend would regret it.
The only one who would truly mourn him was Kevin and while he would hate to do this to his poor pet, he really felt like he was reaching his limit, he couldn’t keep this up and he hoped his concerningly intelligent chicken would understand.
Before he went, he did think that perhaps leaving Dream a few words would be somewhat nice. While he was the catalyst of all this, he had known Nightmare all his life, the latter would feel somewhat bad if he were to leave without any kind of last words even if it were only to honor the few years of happiness the two had shared.
He skipped treating his wounds altogether and sat on the floor of his base, a paper and a pen in hand.
But then he drew a blank.
It felt like he had a million things to tell him but none of them sounded right on paper or even out loud. He seriously couldn’t think of anything good to write. It was a problem, since he was definitely not going to wait around and come up with something better to say. Dream would find him eventually and then he wouldn’t have the time. Him escaping Dream’s men wasn’t even guaranteed, for all he knew, the next time he would be caught for sure.
It frustrated him.
The pen has been hovering over the sheet for a while now, letting some inkling escape and staining a part of the paper black. He wasn’t going to get anything done if he kept hesitating like that.
He scribbled the first thing that came to mind.
“Was it what you wanted?”
…
Wow.
That… was very pitiful.
He put the pen away as he crushed the paper into a ball before throwing it away. If that was all he could come up with, perhaps he should refrain from writing anything at all. It’s not like it was going to help.
He got up from his seat, limping slightly to the opposite end of the room.
During encounters with the Justice Reigns’s guards, Nightmare would often have weapons chucked at him and/or those that got stuck in one of his limbs. He had sorted them there with the intention of using them as second weapons in case his staff got destroyed in battle, even if he did hope it wouldn’t. (He would never say that the true reason as to why he keeped them was to chuck them back at the ones who attacked him out of pure spite.)
Who knew Nightmare would one day use it to harm himself rather than protect?
He almost wanted to laugh at the situation but he didn’t, because what he was going to do was definitely horrible. He muttered a quiet apology to the sleeping chicken in the other room as he reached for a blade in his ‘collection’.
He flipped it with his fingers before gripping the handle tightly. He tipped his head back as he placed the knife to aim right for his throat and right as he was about to hit the target, he suddenly froze.
***
“You know I don’t like it when you fight with other people.” Dream said, an upset frown on his face as he wrapped Nightmare’s bloody arm with some bandages he had managed to buy from a merchant.
“I’m not at fault here, they’re the ones who decided to pick a fight with a 13 years old guy.” Nightmare huffed, hissing a bit due to the pain. He tried to decrease the noises to a minimum though, knowing it worried the other when he would do that.
“...” Dream didn’t say anything at that and just continued to do what he was doing, somehow more upset. “I’m worried about you, you know? There’s a real chance that one day, these fights will escalate into something much more serious and then…”
Nightmare waited for him to continue his lecture, not really interested in its content. Though, he did care when he suddenly heard him sniffle.
He turned to him quickly, discovering the other with a tear-stained face whose eyes were staring at one of Nightmare’s worst injuries in the current fight.
“I wouldn’t know what to do with myself if you were gone.” He broke into a soft sob, increasing Nightmare’s panic as he desperately tried to come up with something to comfort Dream with. He racked his brain in search of a solution before holding his pinky up.
The other looked at him in confusion as Nightmare averted his gaze.
“I… promise not to leave you alone.” He muttered, glancing at him before looking away again, this time red slightly dusting his cheek. “So please don’t cry anymore, I don’t like seeing you cry like that.”
Dream paused before a smile eventually made its way onto his face. He wiped his tears away as his free hand came up to wrap his own pinky around Nightmare’s. “I’ll hold you to that then.”
They both stared into each other’s eyes like they were the only ones in the world before chuckling, laughing at themselves at how childish they were being.
***
“...” Nightmare lowered the knife before chuckling too, this time bitterly.
He let the blade go back to its original place before he went to sit down and bury his face in his arms.
“I find it funny you were the one worrying about me leaving when you’re the one who left.”
Picked up Cooking Mama 2 from a retro game store today!!
This is a little niche but does anyone here play Nintendo DS Games just for fun? Like no nostalgia purposes, no playing just for a specific game in a franchise you like, just playing a ton of old games you think are cool.
If there’s a community for this I’d love to join in, I’ll bring cake
Currently playing:
-Mario Kart DS
-Cooking Mama
-Tetris DS
-Animal Crossing Wild World
-Percy Jackson and the Lightning Thief
Pursuing a power exchange relationship, Involves not following the crowd.. no it's not easy.. and in the end it's worth every moment...