People should write more. About DS Nightmare, before he met Cross and Error. They should depict his struggle, his hurt, his pain (mental and physical), his exhaustion, his hope breaking down day by day, struggling to push through and live for a future he thinks might never even happen.
Where they reconciled, where he finally got the apology he deserved, where this was just all a misunderstanding, where they could both hold each other like old times before that incident took everything away from them. From him. Him.
I need people to write him miserable, like actually just dying internally with his feelings gnawing away at his soul until he collapses. I need people to write him resorting to stealing to survive because that has become his reality on the run.
I need people to write him battling his pessimism with false hope that he so desperately clings on to himself. I need people to write him cold and hungry and clutching at his body in pain on the ground deep within the woods because that's where they can't find him as easily.
I need him suffering. I need him to miss Dream. I need him to hate the other. I need his feelings and thoughts to clash with each other that he can never decide what to feel.
He was hurt, but maybe he deserved this. It's what Dream wanted after all, for him to disappear, to be killed, eradicated.
Yet, he refuses to give up. Maybe it's because he wants to be brave, or perhaps he is too much of a coward to end it all. But today won't be his last, not yet.
Maybe tomorrow, or the next one, or the day after that.
But not today, because he - naively, foolishly, desperately - believes in the hope that maybe he will change his mind.