Nightmare's Little Brothers [ShatteredDreammare Story]

Weakness in Strength

(Music is a source of life. I live and breath music.)
(Now, if only I had musical talent myself)
(JK, I love singing!)
(love yourself! Take PRIDE IN YOUR TALENTS!! BECAUSE YOU DESERVE THE WORLD! AND ALL THE LOVE THE WORLD CAN OFFER!!)
(Accept my love! Don't be humble! I love you (   ͈◕ ◡ ◕  ͈)

  

    I walk through the portal back into the spare bedroom and immediately turn to my passive form. I feel so exhausted coming back from my own castle, how did I ever live in that place for so long. I spent two days making sure everything is going to be okay with them while I'm gone.
   It's 11 pm right now, but I face plant into the bed and wrap my arms around the puffy pillow. May as well get some sleep. The words of that fucking creep on the phone came back to my mind....
   Fuck fuck fuck! No! I spent the entire two days at the castle without thinking about him, I can still ignore it now!
   "You're Scared~"
   No.
   "You're Terrified~!"
   No!
   "He's shaking!" "The Guardian of Fear is Scared!" "Are You Crying!?"
   Leave me alone!
   "He's Weak!" "The Evil Guardian!" "The Devil!" "Wicked Boy!"
   Shut up! Shut up! Shutupshutupshutupshutup!!
   I Killed You Once! I'll Kill You ALL AGAIN!

   "Nightmare!"
   I'll Kill You Again!
   "Nightmare!" they grab my arm and I react, my tentacles whip around the room, smashing against the walls and floor, making loud crashing sounds that forced my eyes wide open.
   I'm panting so hard that I feel light headed and my eyes feel puffy from crying, my cheeks are wet with tears and my poor pillow has been crushed by my arms.

   I quickly sit up in my bed and notice that my tentacles are summoned, pointing sharply in all directions, and ready to kill. Looking around the destroyed room, the desk is busted on the ground and there are holes in the walls, and dents in the floor, the book shelf is busted.
   Dream pokes his head out from under the bed and carefully crawls out.
   "D-Dre-am-.." I stutter horribly, and choke on my words as Dream rushes to my side. He sits right next to me in my bed,
   "It's okay, Nightmare..." Dream tells me in his soft voice. I ditch the pillow and wrap my arms around Dream and hold onto him for dear life, and hide my blushing face in his shoulder.
   I choke on my tears more, as my eyes just keep crying.

   "I-I-m sss-sor-ry--" I can barely get a word out.
   "It's okay. It's only us. Let it out..." Dream tells me softly as his hand rubs my back comfortingly. I hate crying, but I can't stop, I slowly let myself cry on Dream's shoulder until my sobs start to die down.
   "It's okay," he pats my back comfortingly. He doesn't seem verry concerned about the stuff I broke at all, his attention is just on me and making sure that I'm okay.
   "F-fu-ck D-did-d I h-hurt you?" I ask him.
   "No no, I'm fine really." Dream tells me.
   I let go of Dream and slowly sit up, I wipe my eyes with my sleeve until Dream hands me a napkin. He's watching me worriedly.
   "D-don't look at m-me! I-I-m a fuck-ing m-mess." I tell him as I try to hide my horably blushing and puffy face.
   "I don't care about that. I need to know that you're okay." Dream tells me.
   "Me?! What about you! I could've killed you! Look around!" I yell at him.
   "But I'm fine. I didn't get hurt." he responds. I growl in frustration at Dream's stubborn optimism and cross my arms as I turn away from Dream.
   "I need a fucking drink..." I mutter,
   "I know for a fact that drinking makes you have more nightmares!" Dream says sternly, I look to him to see a disapproving expression, now I feel guilty for even thinking about alcohol.

   Dream's expression softens at my reaction, "Come on, may as well get something to eat downstairs." he suggests.
   I nod reluctantly, I don't really wanna leave my bed, but it's not like I'd be going back to sleep anyway.
   Dream gets off my bed and offers me his hand, he helps me out of bed and we both go down stairs while Dream continues to hold my hand.
   We go to the kitchen and Dream lets go of my hand to open the fridge and look for a snack for us. I hop up and sit on the counter then turn to look out the window. It must be late, it's so dark out, I turn to see the oven's clock that says 3am. At least I got a little bit of sleep.
   "I can put together some cheese and crackers?" Dream's soft voice suggests as he looks to me with a light comforting smile.