Nightmare the Ex-guardian of negativity.

Chapter 1 - Dreamtale

No ones perspective

Nightmare looks over to his happy ending. He'd done it, he'd finally got back at them. He turns round towards the tree of feelings, or his mother, and takes the last apple from the floor. It was an inky black that pulled him forwards, it was addictive to eat these.

"Hello, Mother." Nightmare smirks, his one cyan eye glowing a deep green from the powerful emotions, "did that kill you? Oh. That's a shame, guess you didn't really come back. Did you?"

No reply.

A small snarl escapes his mouth and he kneels down next to the remains of the dead tree and the stone statue of his oblivious brother.

"Come on?!" Nightmare yells, throwing his arms forwards and onto the dry grass. The grass had shifted with the breeze, the storm clouds that appeared when Nightmare started the 'apple incident' had proven it was going to start raining. Some drops had already hit the tree of feelings grave.

Nightmare looks up at the sky, glaring at it as if it would go away from an emotion it didn't have, the stare did infact do something but it was the opposite to what nightmare needed.

Drip. Drip, drrriiiipppp drip.

Nightmare stands up, ready to walk to the village town and into the library but just as he shifted past dream he stops still. Rolling his eyes, he uses a tentacle to collect the golden and sun patterned blanket from the tree stump and he carefully places it over Dream's statue.

"Ugh." Nightmare groans, putting his hands into his trouser pockets and striding towards the library.

"Can we go back?" A small voice sounds from by nightmare's 'ears'. Nightmare violently shakes his head, "I-I didn't want this to happen..."

"But it happened, now stop controlling my body." Nightmare growls making the voice whimper.

"B-but it's my body..." the voice murmurs. Nightmare scoffs, throwing the library doors open.

"You sold it to me, it's mine now." Nightmare states, walking over to the fantasy section. The worn books layered into the stone walls and the front was age used from generations.

"That bad is negativity." The voice says, answering a question that was unasked.

"Yes I know." Nightmare mumbles, pulling the book from its slot. A deep purple colour swirled around nightmare and he teleported into the middle of the forest.

"W-...." the voice tries to start, "what are you going to do after this?"

"I'm going into the multiverse." Nightmare simply replies, moving his tentacles into a circular motion. The trees leaves stopped him from being drenched with rain drops but it was still dripping into his corrupt goop.

His tentacles glow a dark green then makes a loud Pop and a deep cyan portal appears. The voice makes a small murmur of surprise and nightmare steps through.

"Now. Let's get to work." Nightmare mumbles as he reaches the other side of the portal. He was met with a big old broken castle and an endless looking forest.

"W-why a castle?" The voice asks, "it's only us and I don't take up any space so it's just you."

"When did you think there was an us?" Nightmare rudely questions, "also I'm getting us some slaves."

"W-what?" The voice stutters, "but we don't need slaves! We can give ourself isolation and think about all the lives we've just ended..." The voice sounded as if it was going to cry again.