A Currupted Starlight

Chapter 1: a scratched label

Currupted Nightmares pov: I watched as the ceiling blurringly seems to form as I opened my eyes. The loud sound of my alarm blaring. I growl deep in my throat as i use a tendril to press the 'stop' button on my alarm clock that read 5:am. I hadn't slept.. I never do.. I dont know why I have an alarm set at this point..

I sit up from my messy bed, a nearby window with dark curtains sparkles as the moonlight shines through the treetops and into my room. The papers scattered on the floor, moonlit. I stand tiredly and walk over to the window. Looking at the moon. The full moon seems to shine brighter as I stare at it. I smile.. it was a genuine smile, but I could feel the eeriness that dripped from it. I sigh and turn my face back to a dead expression. I walk over to a locked closet and grab my jacket that was hanging on to the closest doorknob and puts it on. Hiding the scars and bruises that where all over my body. Though they where already covered by my liquid negativity that dripped from my bones. I walk to the door and open it. The loud creak of the door hinges welcoming me to the cold air of the hallway. The light flickered at the empty hallway that held only my room at the end. I silently close the door behind me and continue walking. The small thuds of my feet being the only noise heard as I walk. I walked down a long flight of dusty stairs, looking down a hallway with 5 doors, each labeled, to make sure no one was awake. One was labeled horror, killer, dust, guest room, and one room sat with the label crossed out. I stare at the old door before I begin to walk to the main corridor and stop. I dont know why I stopped... my body just froze as my breathing quickened..

"Please- let me out- why wont you let me out- why do you haunt me with him"

I know that voice.. why cant he shut up-

I continue walking until I get to the kitchen. He continues to scream-

"LET ME OUT- WHY WONT YOU LET ME OUT- GET THEM OUT OF MY HEAD- CURRUPTED PLEASE!! PLEASE LET ME GO!!!"

I grab a kitchen knife as he begins to scream louder and he starts begging as I raise it over my other hand

" NO, PLEASE!!! YOU MONSTER!!!

LET ME FREE!!!!

C U R R U P T E D!!!!!"

I slam the knife down into my hand as pain shoots through my body. The yelling stops as the silence returns. I sit their staring at the knife sticking out of my palm, more black negativity seeping out the crevasses of the wound. I yank it out as more negativity seeped onto the counter top. I watched as the goo filled the hole, the wound automatically getting filled and disappearing.

Most people think that it heals.. but the pain still resides.. I'm just hiding the wounds...

I take large deep breaths as I slowly adjust to the pain. I shake it aside and thick blood drips from my hand down to the floor. I ignore it.

I walk to the large thrown room and head to the side meeting room. The dim lights of the sun rising slowly appearing through the large window behind my thrown As I leave. The meeting room is covered it neat stacks of papers and plans. I sigh as i sit down. Thinking of a plan to spread negativity..

Negativity....

That's all I'm meant to do is make people suffer... but yet I have to...

Everything has a balance..

Creation and destruction.
Life and death.
Peace and war.
And lastly-

Positivity and negativity..

If the balance is broken, then the universe breaks with it. Along with every multiverse.. every timeline.

Every family..

I cant have that happen..

I dont blame dream.. he doesnt know about the balance... no one does.. not even the gang...

But it seems as if no ones even bothered to look to see if theirs a reason why I do what I do..

Of course dream will ask why I'm being 'evil'... but of course I'm not going to tell him... I CANT tell him.. I've hurt him enough...

I'm not his brother.. no...

But I'm still a monster that has empathy.

I cant let his brother have control over this body again because after the years he's gone mad.. passive, as I like to call him, is trapped in my-

..........

....no..

OUR soul.

I can still hear his cries...
his screams and begs..
only when I feel pain does he shut up.. it would break dreams heart to see his brother like that, and with 'passive' nightmares mental health, well...

Dream might witness his brother die a second time..

I look out a nearby window as the sun peaks into the room...

But even as the light shines through..

Everything in my world just seems to get darker..