Letterverse

Chapter 4

Dream
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The fourth letter, contrary to most of the other letters, did not consist of some sort of blue, gray, or darkened blue color. It was a pale yellow envelope, one stamped with a white cloud and a multitude of stars surrounding it, giving it off an ethereal, dreamy kind of vibe.

'Dreamy... that sounds familiar.' He thought, noticing a fond, warm emotion welling up in his chest upon seeing the stamp. Maybe it was his subconsciousness, recognizing who it may have been, he thought, before brushing the thought away in favor of looking at the name.

And lo and behold, it was Dreamtale Sans, written in a pretty cursive at the bottom right-hand corner of the envelope. What a coincidence, he thought to himself, before opening the envelope and slipping the letter out from inside the package.

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To ————,

I hope this letter finds you well, as it may be the last thing we'll ever get to tell each other. Well... more like the last thing I'll ever get to tell you. Ah, if we could just get those peaceful days back... no, nevermind. I know that there's no chance we ever could. And even if we did... everything would be stagnant. Nothing would be the same, nothing would continue. Nothing would change.

Honestly, though? If I had to choose, then I'd like nothing to change, rather than- 'The End.' Despite Ink telling me what's going on (more like why, since I've been a witness to the monstrosities that these- they have wreaked upon our multiverse), I still... can't believe it. I can't- I can't believe they'd do that. To us.

But that's the truth of this situation and I can't do anything but accept it as it is. This is way out of our hands, anyway.

I also thought Ink would be the most terrified out of all of us but he was... oddly calm. (this... 'Ink' fellow seems to be the most knowledgeable about everything happening here, maybe he should find his letter after this one-?

... And a terrifying smile from the unknown being quickly made him shove aside the thought, almost as if warning him against finding and reading the letter from 'Ink' without reading the others. Though he'd love nothing more than to do so)

No, calm's not the right word. More like... defeated. Resigned. Given up. But he's still smiling and bouncing around and forgetting things like he always did, so I guess that's some sort of solace to the sudden destruction of everything, our friends, our family... I wonder if they had Nightmare write you a letter too.

(Nightmare? Killer and Cross seemed to have mentioned puns involving the word 'nightmare' in it, was it a name?)

Oh, right, they said your memory would be erased about the incident, wouldn't it? (Huh, was he the only one informed of his amnesia? This makes it a lot easier, then. Excluding the names, of course) Well, I should start from the beginning, of what happened. Of how I found out about the collapse of the multiverse as we know it.

It was a surprisingly normal day, contrary to the hell that would come later. I woke up like usual, helped AU's like usual, and then... negativity. A lot of it too. And you know me, being the guardian of positivity and all, I just had to check on where the surplus of negativity was coming from- I thought it was Nightmare again, after all, you know our relationship and abilities (He really didn't).

Imagine my surprise when I was confronted with a group of humans, calmly walking in Snowdin as copies upon copies upon COPIES of them slowly reached out their hand to gently tap on running monsters before they slowly crumbled, screaming in pain and agony as they died.

Of course, I wasn't blind to the fact that everything they touched- the ground, their surroundings, the people- everything started to crumble away as they quietly giggled in amusement, watching and laughing away as this sickening game of tag slowly killed everyone in that AU.

Once I realized that I had to retreat I saw... a lot more of them. And by a lot I mean a lot. Hundreds, if not THOUSANDS of them were latched onto AU's and worlds, either crumbling them in one fell swoop by touching them or going in and committing a massacre on the inhabitants themselves.

Both were sickening to watch.

Thinking back at it now, I think I was granted mercy when I attacked them, despite knowing I could possibly end up crumbling as well. I don't know what happened after that- they knocked me out, and brought me here, before telling me to write a letter to you. I'm just thankful they didn't kill me right away.

I think the reason why they chose to single you out is that you are ———— (fuck, again?! This probably wasn't even a name this time, why was it smudged?! What, what?! What was his role, his significance?!), but then again, I could be wrong.

Maybe the reason is a lot more... sentimental, but I won't dare pry. I can't. They would just snicker at me and tell me to continue writing anyway. But when I asked them if they would've killed you if given the chance, they seemed to hesitate, before replying yes.

Did you know them? I hope you didn't. If you did, then that would mean even you were unable to make them hesitate on destroying the multiverse.

You, one of the kindest and convincing pacifists I know.

Though thinking at it now, maybe it's because you knew them that they decided to spare you.

... Can I tell you something, ————? Honestly, I'm crushed. The guilt and the regret and everything is currently weighing on my shoulders. Why was I picked? Why did they decide to erase us? Why did they abandon us? ... I guess I'll never know why.

Ah, my left arm just crumbled, it seems that I'm running out of time.

Well, ————, if there is another world for us after death... then may we meet again. Though, preferrably, in a very, VERY long while. I don't want to see you yet without a good few centuries passing.

Yours truly,

Dream, Dreamtale!Sans

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At this point, he didn't even know if he should cry or smile anymore, as memories of Dream slowly started to flood his mind. Dream was... soft, kind, warm. Though he was quite often misread by everyone as 'someone who never felt any negativity.' most of his friends, including himself, understood Dream's past and his positive persona.

He was under constant anguish, despite his protests and denials of feeling so. He could always sense it, in the way he fondly talks about... Nightmare(?), about how he sometimes ends up breaking down in his arms after a particularly bad fight...

*"Sorry about this, ————... I don't mean to intrude-"

"Nah, nah, come on in, Dream. D'ya need my help or something?" He asked, turning from the open door to look at a yellow-clad skeleton whom he recognized as Dream, trembling and looking like he was about to cry.

"I just... had a rough day. Got in an argument with Nightmare and all, he said I abandoned him and I- I just-" He hiccuped, his voice cracking quietly as he continued, fat, crystalline tears running down his cheeks. "Did I?"

"Dream... you and I both know that Nightmare doesn't really mean it." He said, patting Dream on the shoulder, "well, maybe he does but... that's something you'll have to figure out for yourself. Kind of hard, I know, but trust me. Talking it out is the best course of action."

Dream couldn't help but smile weakly at the reassuring words.

"Yeah... thanks, ————." He murmured.*

"If this all went down soon after... then..." He looked at the letter with a sorrowful look, "then it means they weren't able to reconcile..."

The unknown being looked at the letter, a bit conflicted and concerned, before noticing something from the backside. More ink, more letters, more...

No.