[Rewritten. This was originally set on Christmas eve despite me writing this in April. Now I have rewritten it and taken out the holiday completely despite it being exactly a week away. Ironic isn't it lol. Also, my rewrite deleted itself halfway through and I had to start over and it's not as good but it's better than the original version. I hope you all enjoy! (Just remember the quality goes down until the most recent chapters.)]
*Nightmare's POV*
Despite being completely out of his mind, Nightmare retained his memories.
He was able to remember his thoughts, feelings, and actions with the same clarity as any other memory.
Though it felt like those actions were done by a completely separate person, they were his.
It felt strange looking back on those times.
The side effects of the apples were fairly simple; powerful magic, a sore back, half the vision from before, and hate for everyone and everything.
He hated the villagers for their abuse, he hated the multiverse for the emotions that he had so far devoted his life to, he hated his mother for putting the burden on him and his twin, he hated Dream being naive and stupid.
....He hated himself.
̶F̶o̶r̶ ̶b̶e̶i̶n̶g̶ ̶w̶e̶a̶k̶.̶ ̶F̶o̶r̶ ̶b̶e̶i̶n̶g̶ ̶e̶v̶i̶l̶ ̶j̶u̶s̶t̶ ̶l̶i̶k̶e̶ ̶t̶h̶e̶ ̶v̶i̶l̶l̶a̶g̶e̶r̶s̶ ̶s̶a̶i̶d̶.̶ ̶F̶o̶r̶ ̶l̶y̶i̶n̶g̶ ̶t̶o̶ ̶t̶h̶e̶ ̶o̶n̶l̶y̶ ̶o̶n̶e̶ ̶w̶h̶o̶ ̶c̶a̶r̶e̶d̶ ̶a̶b̶o̶u̶t̶ ̶h̶i̶m̶.̶
He wanted everyone to feel the way he did: absolutely miserable.
̶I̶t̶ ̶w̶a̶s̶ ̶o̶n̶l̶y̶ ̶f̶a̶i̶r̶ ̶a̶f̶t̶e̶r̶ ̶w̶h̶a̶t̶ ̶t̶h̶e̶y̶ ̶d̶i̶d̶ ̶t̶o̶ ̶h̶i̶m̶.̶ ̶T̶h̶e̶y̶ ̶d̶e̶s̶e̶r̶v̶e̶d̶ ̶i̶t̶.̶
Even after Dream was freed from his stone prison, he was unable to feel anything else.
After a few years of fighting his twin, a new emotion emerged from within his soul. Loneliness.
Why would he be lonely? He didn't need anyone. He wasn't that weak anymore.
....Right?
After his pathetic twin joined forces with the pathetic creator and the weakling sans from a swapped world, Nightmare had ̶a̶n̶ ̶e̶x̶c̶u̶s̶e̶ a need for some help.
Killer ̶w̶o̶u̶l̶d̶ ̶m̶a̶k̶e̶ ̶t̶h̶e̶ ̶l̶o̶n̶e̶l̶i̶n̶e̶s̶s̶ ̶g̶o̶ ̶a̶w̶a̶y̶ would keep Blue and maybe Ink busy while he fought Dream. He wouldn't have any problems making the people of the multiverse suffer.
̶W̶h̶y̶ ̶w̶a̶s̶ ̶h̶e̶ ̶s̶t̶i̶l̶l̶ ̶l̶o̶n̶e̶l̶y̶?̶ ̶I̶t̶ ̶s̶h̶o̶u̶l̶d̶ ̶h̶a̶v̶e̶ ̶b̶e̶e̶n̶ ̶e̶n̶o̶u̶g̶h̶.̶
He needed more help to distract the other Stars as Dream's skill grew.
Over the years, he picked up his gang one by one.
He was cruel. He hated. He got better every passing day as the apple's influence slowly faded from his mind.
The gang started becoming friends. They started becoming.... family.
Killer, Horror, Dust, Cross, and eventually Error.
They were his family. Family had each other's backs. They helped each other.
The gang recovered from their trauma together.
They regained ̶m̶o̶s̶t̶ of the sanity they had lost during the events of their AU's together.
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FanfictionA fgod story. This is not canon and many, if not all, of the characters will be ooc. When Dream starts noticing the little hints that maybe not everything is as it seems with the bad sanses, he sets out to investigate and soon enough, figures out th...
