Nightmare's Little Brothers [ShatteredDreammare Story]

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I'm scared...
Shattered scares me...
That's why he's so much fun to write✨
I fucking love Shattered!
But I'm scared... I don't know what he's gonna do to Night-Night. ( ´•︿•' )

  

   My head spins with a terrible migraine and my body feels weak. I slowly open my eyes and sit up, making my migraine worse but at least I know that I can move.
   I press my hand to my head in an attempt to stop the world from spinning. I groan in annoyance at the whole situation.

   Once I can actually see what's in front of me I look around to see a dark bedroom with a desk and a book shelf full of books. If I was here willingly, this room might actually be nice to stay in.
   Shattered took me here. I assume. In a situation of being in the enimie's home, it's good to remember what I know and what I don't know.

   Shattered, an unstable mental state, and has some kind of obsession over me.
   Strengths: stealth, and being a bitch.
   Weaknesses: unknown.

   I live and work with crazy people like Shattered, normally I'm better at making profiles for my enemies but right now, I don't know that much about him...
   I pull the sheets off of me and get out of bed with a small stumble. I realize that I'm not wearing the clothes that I was wearing before. I'm wearing pajamas. That pervert saw me naked when I was unconscious!
   I growl under my breath at the thought.
   I look around the room and find fresh clothes in the chest of drawers, then quickly get changed in them. I sigh in relief as I see my 'three weeks sober' sticker is still on my arm.

   I put on a black long sleeved shirt and black jeans, the clothes all fit me, so Shattered seems to be fully prepared for me to stay. Too bad for him, I have other plans.

   I don't bother to test the door and try summoning my tentacles to just break it down, but my tentacles don't appear.
   The fuck?
   I realize that I can't switch to my corrupt form at all. I can't even summon a portal. Is my body still too weak? What the fuck did he do to my magic?

   I growl in frustration. My hands ball into fists as I try to think how I'm going to get out of this situation without any magic.
   I feel so helpless without my corrupt form. I'm just stuck in my useless weak body. Everything about this is annoying and makes me angery.
   I need a drink.
   No! Bad!
   Dream would be so mad at me for loosing my sober streak over something as stupid as this!

   I take a deep breath in, then slowly breath out. I practice my breathing as if Dream is right beside me and helping me calm down.
   I'll get out of here, and come back to Dream. And I'm NOT going to lose my head over this.

   One step at a time. Don't over think it.
   I put my hand on the doorknob and turn it, unexpectedly, the door opens. I walk out of the dark room, and into the slightly brighter hall way. This place seems like a fairly nice one story house.

   I walk down the hall and check every door I walk by, most doors are locked but closets and useless rooms I can open. At the end of the hall it opens up to a fully furnished living room with a kitchen and dinning room right next to it.
   One thing I notice, is the complete lack of windows, and no sign of Shattered. I see a door up a small flight of stairs that looks like it could be the exit of a basement. This place being a basement would explain the lack of windows. I try the door handle, and no surprise, it's locked. The door won't even budge.

   I give up on the door for now and walk over to the kitchen and look through the cupboards, there's food, dishes, there's food in the fridge, apples on the dinning table, and most importantly sharpened knifes on the chopping block.

   I grab the biggest knife and hide it up my sleeve for when Shattered gets back.
   I don't remember what he looks like.
   I could have sworn that I saw him.
   ...
   It's unimportant. If he's a Sans, then I can stab him with a knife. And if I have time, I'll make him regret fucking with me.