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⚠️⚠️HEAVY TW⚠️⚠️
(This chapter contains mentions of:
▪︎Trauma
▪︎Eating disorders
▪︎Vomiting
▪︎Implied suicidal thoughts
(IF YOU ARE UNCOMFORTABLE WITH ANY OF THESE, I RECOMMEND SKIPPING THIS CHAPTER OR CLICKING OFF)

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Dreaming.
You were asleep.
This specific dream kept coming back. It was getting repetitive.
Everytime, the dream would play out all the same:
There was a tree, and it had golden apples, and dark apples. You didnt remember much of the storyline, but you remember looking up at that tree, eyes filled with wonder.

And there were two little kids that would watch over the tree. One watched the dark side, and the other watched the golden side.

Everything was going great until new people came along, not to far from the tree, and they built a village. And those townspeople decided that they didnt like the dark guardian, so they hurt him, a lot.

And the golden guardian? He would be lured away from the tree and the other guardian, so the people could get away with harming the poor child.

Of course, the golden guardian noticed, and he became very concerned.
"What happend to your face?!" He would exclaim, but he never connected it with the villagers.

And the dark guardian, would lie.
"I-uh....ran into a tree!"

That is until one day, the bullied guardian made a decision. He wanted to prove that he was just as good as his brother.
He wanted to prove it to the villagers. He wanted to prove it to the other guardian. And he wanted to prove it to himself.
So, one day after he'd had enough, he walked up to the tree, contemplating his come back.
Maybe. Just maybe. He could take care of the golden apples just as well as his brother could.

You couldn't remember much of what happend after that. Or what exactly happend, but you could recognize the desperate screams and the smell of smoke.

Only then you woke up. Scared and confused. What did it mean? And why had this only begun happening after these skeletons kidnapped you? Only questions.

On a lighter note, there was a bit of excitement playing out in reality.

Horror.

Ever since he'd brought you food that one day, it'd been easier to talk to him. He didn't tell anyone. Not even Nightmare.

It was apparent that there was some form of trust growing between you two, but you weren't going to play into their hands so easily. They still took you away from your life, and you wouldn't forgive them for that. Ever.

But the conversations were better than nothing. As if you didn't have those conversations, you would most likely die of boredom. It was just relieving to have some form of interaction, even if it be with someone like him.

"Wouldn't Nightmare have noticed by now? Can't he like...Sense our emotions or something?" You asked Horror one day.

"Yeah, he can sense our emotions, but I don't think he really cares all that much about what we're doing. You honestly kinda confuse him."

"Huh. Is he like a god or something?"

"Eh. You could say that. I dont think he deserves that title, though."

You slightly snickered. "Yeah, I don't think so, either."

Today, when Horror came in, you noticed that the plate looked different, and as he got closer, you saw that the food was different. You almost drooled, and your leg bounced up and down impatiently.

Macaroni and Cheese.

You couldn't even say anything, you just practically inhaled the entire thing in a matter of seconds. It was cold and undercooked, but fuck if you cared.