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Perhaps it was out of place, or incredibly childish, but Dream found his hands digging into the snow, immersed in patting them into shapes. Stars shaped like the one on his own badge, and cresent ones, in no particular order. Big ones, small ones, all in the snow.
They'd been sitting in silence for a long while now. No answer succeeded his implicit offer, but it also had not been incredibly awkward or any of the sort, because it was the kind of peace where nobody expected anyone else to say anything. It was a comfortable silence.
Of course, it was not his intention to disturb the nice atmosphere, but once again he found himself lurching forward, holding back a particularly awful symptom of his now heart dropping reality. No use in denying it further if his body was so intent of ridding itself of the negativity. The repulsive dark matter splattered on the ground, sticking out most prominently on the snow, coating the stars he made. It added to an uncountable amount of things ruined.
What had gone so wrong?
It had only been a little something that brought comfort to him, that crystal. It reminded him of his brother. The mild purple glow, small pulses of negativity that reminded him so much of him. He'd kept it as a keepsake after he found it in an abandoned world, and soon enough he didn't want to part from it. He brought it everywhere he went. It was like Nightmare was with him again. He even went so far as to ask Sci about it.
Dream knew it was a horrible thing to be so hung up on the past, but he had been doing it for the past few centuries, so why not a few more? A little something like this couldn't hurt.
Sure, he might have felt himself indulging in loneliness and grief more often, but it was nothing too unusual, not ever since that day.
Who would've thought that a being of positivity wouldn't do well with negativity? Apparently not Dream, with how messed up he'd become. In the end, it really was his fault.
He sighed.
This seemed to prompt a response. "You're still here." Sans said with a tinge of confusion in his eyes, as if Dream hadn't been there the entire time. He had expected a comment on what a mess he had made, or how abhorrent he looked, but the other didn't seem to care at all.
"Of course. That's because I'm real."
"Sounds like what a fake would say." Replied Sans with a grin. It must be hard for him to tell, and it didn't help that hallucinations played with all senses, and illusionary things could be as good as real to him.
"Sure, see if you can get rid of me then." Dream replied with a grin of his own.
Sans waved him off. "Ah, forget it. Never works." He settled his face against his palm, elbow sitting comfortably on his lap as he stared at Dream. "So where 're you from?"
"Somewhere far away." Dream smiled as he closed his eyes. He thought of his mother, the tranquil days of his simple life under the tree. He thought of the good and the bad. He'd made it this far... and yet...
"Like another universe?" Dream opened his eyes. He hadn't expected that answer, even if it was the exact truth. Especially when to Sans, he could be nothing more than a hallucination.
"You're right."
"I knew it." Sans said with a triumphant look. It must have been something about Dream's expression that prompted the question, "Is it nice? Where you're from."
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Fanfiction(This is DISCONTINUED, so be aware if you don't want to read something that won't be completed) The endless fighting and unresolved sorrow. Dream is tired of it all. In his desperate act of selfishness, he ends up captured by Nightmare.
