It was a dark day, the one everyone believed in has fallen. He laid there, the rain soaking him, listening to all the voices that told him to get up. But what was the point? He heard foot steps approach him and stop in front of him. The being squatted and spoke...
I can’t believe I forgot to post this! I’m sorry, I did it a while back, but I guess I just forgot, so here you go!
“Is that all the fight you have in you brother?”
The skeleton couldn’t see who was talking to him and didn’t recognize the voice either, but despite that, he knew exactly who was speaking to him. Only one other being called him brother. It would usually be said in a happy way, followed by laughs, and smiles; the word was usually a fun nickname, but this time was different. The word mocked him. It dripped with taunting and hatred, and it pierced his heart. It only made him want to give up even more, but he knew he couldn’t. His bones were cracked and broken in so many places, and yet he pushed forward anyway. A grunt of pain escaped his mouth when he tried to push himself up, but something knocked against his back and he was slammed back to The ground again. Yellow liquid sputtered from his mouth as his chest was crushed against the sipping wet grass. It was hopeless and he knew it, and yet they were all still counting on him. He tried to speak, but his voice strained, “You......w-won’t... win.”
An answer was quick to follow,
“Are you sure about that?”
The weight on his back became even heavier and he repressed another yelp of pain as his cracked ribs were squashed again the hard surface beneath him. He lay for a few moments more before the weight on his spine was lifted, and was replaced by a slimy tentacle around his neck. It curled and gripped around his throat and lifted him up off the ground and into the air. He didn’t even try to fight it, he just hung limply by his neck, barely even keeping his head from dropping downward too. The skeleton forced himself to open up his eyes but quickly shut them again, however not before he caught a glimpse of the other. Dark tentacles writhed behind the figure, dripping black liquid everywhere. The tentacles were attached to a skeleton, completely covered in a thick, dark liquid, ever dripping down his body. One of his eyes was covered in the substance and the other glowed a bright, piercing blue that stared directly at him. A bright white, wicked smile that was too big for his face curved upward in an evil grin. However, what scared him most was not the sight before him, but who was before him. His brother, if he could even call him that anymore, Nightmare had been corrupted by pure negativity, and became a being of pure negative emotion. Now Dream was the only one who could possibly stop him. Dream opened his eyes once again, this time not immediately shutting them again, though he still cringed at the sight of the one he once considered a brother to him. Nightmare, noticing Dream’s reaction, let out a vicious laugh that made Dream shudder. Nightmare’s eye looked up to the darkened sky before settling back on Dream once again.
“What’s wrong Dream? Don’t you like my new look? I thought you would of liked It considering that you’re the one who made me like this.”
Dream stiffened at his words, his eye lights becoming even smaller than they had already been. This was his fault, wasn’t it? He was oblivious to What Nightmare had been going through, and as a result, he had brought this situation onto himself and his brother. This was all. His. Fault. He felt a wetness on his face and realized that tears had begun to roll down his skull. Everything came out at once, and sobs began to wrack his chest. No matter how he tried he couldn’t stop the torrent of emotion that rushed forward from him. And Nightmare enjoyed every moment of it, his smile stretching even wider across his face. He even began to laugh as he looked at the sobbing skeleton he held with his slimy tentacle. Of course he was enjoying this, after all, negative emotion was what fueled him. However, Dream didn’t seem to pay any mind to this detail. In between cries, Dream choked out a few words in a weak, defeated voice.
“Night... m-mare.. I’m so.. so sorry........ I..n-never....meant to c-cause...this.......I’m s-so, so... sorry............I..was never...there f-for...you....I’m sor-“
“Would you shut up already?! I don’t CARE if you’re sorry Dream. Sorry isn’t going to fix this”
“Not like there’s anything to fix anyways”
Nightmare’s eye glimmered with child-like gleefulness as he released Dream and watched as his broken form dropped to the ground. Dream didn’t move as Nightmare brought his tentacle back away from the other skeleton’s crumpled body. The sobs slowly faded into small whimpers before completely stopping. However, while his crying stopped, his body had begun to violently shake. He knelt in the ground, his head hung so that Nightmare couldn’t see his expression change. His whole body shivered, not with uneasiness, but with rage.
Suddenly, Dream shot up to his feet and sliced one of Nightmare’s slimy appendage clean in half. An unholy screech ripped from Nightmare’s throat as the smile vanished from his face, replaced with an enraged expression. His one eye had dilated down to a tiny sliver, as a low growl rumbled in his throat.
The tears had been wiped off of Dream’s face, and his expression was cold. He stared at his brother with a determined look as his staff shifted into the shape of a bow, and a bright arrow materialized out of thin air. Dream didn’t say a single thing as he knocked the arrow, pulled it back, and shot it straight into Nightmare’s single. glowing. eye.
