Whew I'm having a roadblock in my writing.
But this isn't abandoned or anything, I just need time... confidence, and motivation, maybe.
Anyways I wanted to thank all of you for reading and commenting, I really appreciate it. >w<
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It felt like drowning. The suffocating sludge pouring out from within. Nightmare's footsteps were heavy, and it was not quite clear where he was. Was this how it was like to be filled with power? It certainly didn't feel like it.
Through his daze, he trod forward. The scenery around him changed quickly, flashes of colours like flipping through a photo album.
He was so sure the sky was red before, but now he could see it stretch endlessly into a distance unknown, a misty fog obscuring any view of the sky.
…
Why was it so cold?
…
He dragged his feet through the biting cold floor, and he started laughing, like a deranged madman. It didn't matter if it was wrong.
He had wanted them all to suffer. All that pain they inflicted upon him, to be repaid tenfold. The villagers deserved their deaths. They had it coming. It was their just reward. His only regret was killing them too quickly.
Oh how horrible, he wished for nothing more than to see their despair ridden faces beg for mercy, only for him to sever them limb by limb. That face of horror, that fear, all because of him. He would be the monster they all wanted him to be.
Dust scattered over the white ground.
How delicious, the negativity. It was almost like he could feel it, how vivid was his imagination! He let out another fit of laughter. A sick grin spread over his face at his cruel thoughts.
But before he can continue revelling in his thoughts, something lodged into his shoulder. He tore it out, turning to see the perpetrator. There stood a skeletal figure with a hand stretched out, cautiously. The figure was not unlike his own, or what he assumed he used to look like, if he looked anything like…
No.
There was no point. He was dead.
Dead.
There was no point dwelling on the past.
Mood instantly soured, he redirected his attention to this new intruder.
The figure, with a glowing eye, waved their arm around. Bones shot from the ground, stabbing right through him.
The pain didn't come as expected. In fact, you could say he didn't feel anything at all.
The viscous sludge crawled, and patched over the hole in his chest. With slow steps, he walked closer to them imposingly. The attacks didn't stop, but they were completely ineffective. Who knew he could be completely impervious to physical damage?
It was getting boring very quickly for him, while the other was starting to look tired, sweat beads forming on the side of their head, and the short pants from exertion.
But… why was this happening? Where was he? Who was that figure? What was with all those sunk down in the cold white ground? Nothing was clear to him.
It didn't matter, in the end.
He'd slaughter them all. With their suffering, he felt strong.
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Fanfiction(This is DISCONTINUED, so be aware if you don't want to read something that won't be completed) The endless fighting and unresolved sorrow. Dream is tired of it all. In his desperate act of selfishness, he ends up captured by Nightmare.
