𝐶𝑎𝑡𝑐ℎ𝑖𝑛𝑔 𝐴 𝑆ℎ𝑜𝑜𝑡𝑖𝑛𝑔 𝑆𝑡𝑎𝑟 ☬ℑ𝔫𝔨𝔪𝔞𝔯𝔢☬ ☬𝔈𝔯𝔯𝔬𝔯𝔦𝔫𝔨☬

Chapter 19: Dreams of Nightmares

(part of this is based off of a nightmare I had recently. I used it as to give me ideas rather than sulk about it. Anyways, I'll stop my venting and start the chapter. Oh forgot to mention that Ink's new chat thingy will look like this))

~Nightmare's PoV~

I was walking around with my little Inky and we stopped at a certain house that looked quite big and such. Be stopped to admire the white house with golden trimmings. Well, Ink was admiring it, it hurt my eye to much so I had to look away.

"Hey Nighty, could we go over there and see who lives there? I'm curious."

"Wait wait wait. You want to go over there and look at a house that we don't even know who lives there?!"

My social anxiety was starting to reach the roof. I know I love causing negitivity and to do that I have to hurt  People but I don't really like talking to people that I don't know. It's weird to just go up to someone and say 'hi how are you? I'm just a totally random stranger that doesn't have any interest being your friend but I would like to just talk to you for forever and keep you at the store until past dark.' yea no not happening.

"Come on Nighty! You don't even have to talk to them! I just wanna meet them is all!"

"Well.. I guess if I don't have to talk then we could go."

"Yay!"

He pulled me over to the door and knocked on it. To my surprise it was Dream who answered.

(Also forgot to mention that Dreams chat thingy will be italics)

"Brother? Ink? What are you doing here?"

"Oh hey Dream! I just wanted to see who lived here and tell them what a lovely house they have!"

"Oh, well, it does get lonely at times. Would you like to come in? There's coffee and tea on the table."

"Sure! Come on Nightmare!"

Ink pulled me inside, which I just mumbled how much I didn't want to go into my little brother's house. Even if I was only born seconds before him I still count that as me the older and him the younger.

Dream led us to the kitchen where I see a cup of coffee at the left empty chair and a cup of tea at the right empty chair. There was a platter of cookies with the coffee and a platter of biscuits with the tea. Dream took a seat on the other side of the table and started to eat on his garlic sticks. I never knew how he could like that with tea but hey, it's my weird younger brother, what should I expect?

Ink took a seat on the left chair and started to eat on his cookies so I sat down on the right chair. I just noticed how there were two seats on this side and one seat on the other. And ours seats had our favorite snacks.... Dream... What are you up to?

"So, Inky, how has your night gone so far? Anything interesting happen?"

"Well me and Nighty went to Dreamtale and had our date by the Tree of Feelings and then we went to Outertale to look at the stars! After that we went on a stroll in random AUs!"

"That sounds pleasant. So, would you both like a tour of the house?"

"Sure! That sounds like a lot of fun! What do you say Night?"

"Eh, what's the worse that could happen?"

"Great! Follow me."

Dream got up as did me and Ink and walked to a pair of glass doors that lead to outside. I'm guessing that's the backyard.

"Let's start with the backyard, it's my favorite place out of the whole house."

He opened the doors and held them for us. After we got out to the backyard we stopped and looked around. There was a small hill going upwards and on the hill was a shed that had dark oak wood and birch wood . I turned around to see Dream just now turning the corner. Ink was about to great him until I stopped him by putting a hand on his chest and stepping infront of him.

Dream emerged with a bloody knife and had blood red pin pricks instead of his usual golden yellow eyes. As much as I hated happy Dream I think I hate sadistic Dream more.

Dream held his head head low and continued to look at us with small glare and a sadistic ass smirk on his face. I whispered to Ink to run and he did, which made Dream run at me, his smile widening ever so slightly.

I tried to summon my tentacles but they didn't come. I tried again with the same result before I took off running to the shed. Dream had somehow gotten faster and I had to pick up my speed.

My legs were getting tired but my adrenaline kept me going. Everytime I  stepped closer to the shed it seemed it was two more feet away.

I finally managed to make it to the shed and twisted the knob and rushed in, shutting the door as quick as I could. I couldn't see anything so I turned on the light. I wish I hadn't.

There, lying on the ground, was Ink. His right leg completely torn off and hanging on a hook next to him, the top part of his skull was bashed open and his nose was broken so bad it looked as if his eye sockets were going to crash in as soon as the slightest thing touched him. His right forearm was snapped off and laying on his left side while his left arm was shattered to pieces.

I covered my mouth with my hand and silently cried.

I had though he had died until one pin prick in his left eye looked at me shaking. I wanted to run to him and hold him in my arms and tell him that everything was going to be alright and that I'd find him help and make sure Dream payed.

But before I could say a single word he whispered in a barely audible voice, but loud enough I could hear...

"Wake... up..."

With that he went limp and I was about to scream to him until...
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I woke up