Skeletons one-shorts (requests Closed)

Dreamswap (rewritten)

Dream was visiting his home AU for the first time in years. He had been too busy haunting his brother and starting a new multiversal government. The village celebrated with a huge feast in dreams honer. They were proud of their positive guardian and all his achievements. Everyone was enjoying their time but Dream. His mother told him that she didn't have a son like him. She straight-up disowned him. He didn't understand. What did he do? If anyone should get disowned then it should be his brother who has turned to a life of crime. He tried to ignore it for now and did his best to enjoy the feast when people began to talk about his brother. He listened carefully to their words and found what happened.  They talked about all the things they did and laughed about it. How they tortured him. Dream finally understood why his mother was mad but also how horrible he had been to his brother. His life of crime was not a life of crime but an attempt to survive. 

 "You actually did all of that?" Dream asked. He had a hard time believing it.

"Yes he even told you about it and you didn't care. Why should you he is nothing but a burden on peoples shoulders," An elder said. disgust lacing the old mans voice. Dream was furious. He had misjudged his brother and even caused a lot of suffering to someone who was already getting tortured. He removed their positive emotions to punish them. They asked why he did that and why he wanted for them to suffer.

"Negative emotions exist to punish those who have done wrong and to help people grow strong. You harmed my brother without it being his fault," Dream told them but another man stepped out of the crowd he was more pissed than the others

"And you didn't care heck you saw us beating him on multiple occasions but just didn't care," He snapped. Dream left them in their anger and issued a new reward for capturing his brother. Whoever brought him to dream alive would be granted one wish no matter what that would be. However if he was dead then there would be no reward. Dream decided that removing the emotions of the vilagers weren't enough punishment so he got all of the inhabitants of his old village sent to jail for what they had done. He didn't care about how miserable they grew. They deserved it. It didn't even take a month befor someone brougth Nightmare to him It was a guard who had caught him. The guard got a promotion and a wish. He wished for his wife to not be executed despite her having killed their daughter and the wish was granted. Dream brought Nightmare to a hidden room in his home where he gave the other a magic restraints collar and chained him to the bed. Dream examined his brother's body and found he was starved almost dead. He found wounds and scars both fresh and aged. Dream looked at the body and it broke him. He has hated his brother for so long but now he felt nothing but regret and guilt for forsaking him and causing him so much sufferings. He left to find a bit of food for his brother as he knew it had been too long since Nightmare last ate. Nightmare woke and was terrified. He had been hunted more actively than usual during the last month and knew he had ben caught. The collar drained him more than he already was and he noticed he was changed up. He hyperventilated as he cried and tried desperately to rip the chain. He couldn't take anymore of this he couldn't take it. He wanted to die. Why wouldn't they just kill him? Why hadn't he ended it when he had the chance? He tried to remove his collar only to see dreams magic tied around the chain. Nightmare clawed desperatly at the collar trying to get it off. He just wanted to be as far away as possible from this place or better dead. He wanted to be in a safe place. A place where he wouldn't be hunted down. A place where people wouldn't hurt him or insult him. He didn't care if they trash-talked him about his back as long as they didn't insult him to his face or at least didn't punish him for existing. If he couldn't get that then he wanted to just be left in peace. A peace only death could grant him. He didn't manage to scratch the collar off, but his neck now had deep wounds that could kill him if they weren't treated. He heard the door open and saw his brother enter. Nightmare felt weak and defenseless. Nightmare curled up on himself wanted to block any harm the taller would inflict on him. Dream walked over to him and placed a tray on a desk. Dream let a tear slide down his cheek but quickly whipped it as he examined his brother's frail figure. Dream noticed how blood rolled down Nightmare's neck and stained his torn shirt. Dream turned around and got the med kit from the closet but knew we wasn't allowed to