An assassins pride

Chapter 22: an answer

Dream grabbed the base of my shirt and threw my against a wall, I knocked into a shelf, knocking off a few books, one of witch laned on my head. Dream was in tears but was filled with anger. Ink and frisk burst in at the sudden commotion. Ink seems shocked to see what unfolded

"DREAM!? WHAT THE HELL!?!?" he screams. Getting in between me and the angery brother.

Dream screamed with large tears in his eyes. ignoring ink and looking at me. "WHERE THE F### DID YOU PUT THEM"

I speak, soft and scared from the traumatizing memories. "Dream.. those are a last resort-"

"EXACTLY. SO GIVE THEM TO ME. IM NOT LOSING HIM TOO. HES THE ONLY PERSON I HAVE LEFT. SO GIVE ME THE F###ING APPLES." He yells, trying to get to me, but ink stops him, holding him back. I press my back harder against the bookcase. Trying not to cry from the memories of nightmare flowing through my head.

Why have I become so weak.. I'm an assassin after all.

Did that experience really mess me up that bad..?

Frisk goes over to me and makes sure I'm ok while ink frantically tries to calm dream down.

As frisk is helping me up, dream suddenly goes quiet, quickly looking over to the bed.

I look over to see nightmare squirming slightly, seeming very uncomfortable, he still seems out cold, but just movement from him caused dream to perk up.

Dream tears out of inks grasp, and dashes over to the bedside, quickly taking his brothers hand in a comforting manner, basically begging for him to wake up.

Ink doesnt seem to happy about it tho. He seems upset and sad all of a sudden.

"Dream.. you know that if he wakes up, it wont be for long. He'll either just pass iut again, or puke, and then pass out.

I think its best we-" ink cuts himself off as he looks at dream. Dream sat crying hard next to his dying brother. Holding his brothers hand in a loving manner.

(Brotherly love. Not relationship)

Nightmare was flinching in pain in his sleep. Almost seeming as if he was having a nightmare, guessing by the troubled look on his face.

"Brother- brother please wake up-" dream begs in between tears.

Everyone goes still when nightmare slowly opens his eyes. He seemed in pain, and still exhasted.

"Brother!" Dream yells. He seemed happy, but we could all tell that nightmare wouldnt be awake long. And by the sympathetic lookn dream had, he knew it to..

"Hey, hey look at me ok? Can you please stay awake for me-? please brother-" dream says desperately, hopeful that his begging will work. He cups his brothers cheeks in his hands, making the uncomfortable one of the two, look at the other.

We all go still suddenly when nightmare speaks, something I guess, he hasnt done sense hes passed out.

"Br...ther....?" nightmare says in a croaking-Like voice. Barely able to make his tounge form the words 'brother'.

Dreams smiles wide, so very happy to hear his brother speaks.

"Yes! Yes, it's me." Dream says, tears flooding down his cheeks as his brother looks at him through blurry eyes.

I couldnt tell what nightmare was thinking. His emotions conveyed everything at once.

He looked confused, but like he knew what was going on, and what was to come of him in the near future.

He seemed lively upset, but his body seemed exhausted, as if any moment he could pass out again.

But what made all of us confused, was the look of worry and concern in his eyes.