Nightmare's Little Brothers [ShatteredDreammare Story]

Hope and Pride

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Nightmare's pov

    It's been a year since I first turned into my passive form in front of Dream.
   I was so tired of being who I was, so tired of being.... Me. I started crying. I had a full on melt down on Dream's shoulder. He didn't even hesitate to forgive me.
   That kind of trust is going to get him killed one day. But that day, will be over my dead body.
   It took me a while. But I've gotten better. I'm not as paranoid, or proud as I was as the King.

   Dream's taken me in and helped me with a lot of my behaviour issues. I'm even trying to get sober for Dream.
   Three weeks sober, my best yet.
(Yay Night ✨✨✨)
   It doesn't sound like a long time, but it feels like forever thanks to withdrawal. and Dream looks like he's so proud of me. He smiles so brightly when I don't drink. Dream will give me a stupid little sticker every time I meet the milestone.
   But, being honest, he's so excited about giving me the sticker, that I get excited for myself. I'm proud of my Three week sticker, even if it is stupid. But, I'll still keep it on my arm, under my sleeve.

  The worse thing about these past few months, is trying to keep my team from going off on their mass murder sprees. Dream wants me to keep them under control, but keeping them in my Castle is worse than herding cats.

   Killer was obedient at first but has since been going off on his own a lot more than usual.
   Dust seems to be going through his own murder-withdrawal.
   Horror, expectedly, has been a nuisance to keep in one place longer than a minute. I considered locking him in the basement for a little while.

   Cross had already ran away from my Castle before all of this. So there's no way of me telling what he's up to.

I hate this... Those fucking idiots.

   "Frustrated?" Dream asks from behind me.
   "Ya." I reply with my hands over my face and my elbows on the desk in front of me. Dream walks further into the spare bedroom of his house that I'm staying in.
   The moonlight shines through the window as the only sours of light in the dark room. Dream places a cup of hot tea in front of me.
   "You should turn a light on, if you're gonna be awake. It's bad for your eyes." Dream turns on the lamp on the desk. I squint at the sodden light in my eyes.

   "Heh, sorry." He moves the lamp's direction away from my face. Dream's voice is calmer than it normally would be around other people. He knows that I don't buy his shrill and perky getup that he puts on for society, to pretend he's happier than he is.

   "Thanks for the tea." I tell him, my voice was lower than usual, like morning voice, but it's just because I'm tired.
   "You're welcome." Dream smiles softly at me. "Did you have dinner?" he asks.

   I shake my head 'no', and Dream sighs in response.
   "Let's go get dinner together!" he smiles happily, "we could go to Outertale!"
   "Why does everyone want to go to Outertale? There's and entire Multiverse of AUs and the first one everyone goes to is Outertale." I think out loud. Dream giggles in amusement.

   "So, do you not want to go to Outertale?" Dream asks,
   "You kidding? it's Outertale, who doesn't want to go to Outertale for dinner?" I smirk at Dream, who giggles in response.

   "Okay! I'll go change to more appropriate clothes." Dream says as he starts skipping away.
   "Wait, do we have to dress up?!" I yell to him,
   "Yep!" he shouts back.

   I quickly finnish my tea as I get dressed into a dark purple button up shirt, and black dress pants, finally I put on a black suit jacket.

   I look in the mirror at myself. My eye is drawn to the verry noticeable scar across my right eye. I trace my finger along the scar and sigh to myself. I put on a beanie, maybe that will help cover some of my scars.