Dream? Who is that?

Chapter 3- What happens now? (Birth Multiverse)

Dream is unsure about the Creator but this 'Error' person isn't too bad.

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Dreamtale AU

When he woke up he was feeling very sore and was lying on a very soft surface. This alarmed him as this was new but when he pushed himself up he was puzzled, at a blanket falling off of him. It felt soft between his fingers but he had never owned one before, so where could it have come from?

"What.."

His voice sounded terrible! How long had he been asleep for? He was shocked by how many wild flowers were in the clearing, not being able to spot any patches of plain grass. Now that he thought about it, why was the sun falling onto him? He was sure the tree was nearby. Glancing up gave no answers but when he shuffled to sit up, he bumped into a familiar surface.

Glancing at it he was glad he found the tree..well some of it. How had he slept through the tree being cut down? And how was there so much growth around him? The most important question was where his co-Guardian was. He shivered in fear at the scolding he was sure to get for not being awake.

Placing his hands so he could push himself up, he heard a sharp noise. Around his right hand was a plate, that had an assortment of food on it. It looked fresh but he wasn't willing to touch it. It was too convenient for his liking, therefore suspicious.

"Hello! I'm looking for Dream, the Positivity Guardian. Any idea where I can find them?"

He tensed at the voice, snapping his skull towards it. It was another skeleton monster but in a strange outfit, he hadn't seen anyone wear before. The coloured vials piqued his interest but it was their sockets which fascinated him.

"Your eyelights are beautiful. How do you make them change shapes?"

They stilled and stared at him with unnerving intensity. Was he being rude again? Nightmare never seemed to care, so it was trial and error from watching others, to see what he should do.

"Are you ok...sir?"

That seemed to jolt them but he wasn't happy when they grabbed the back of his clothes, lifting him up like he was a misbehaving kitten. If they didn't let him go soon he could not be blamed for his actions.

He squeaked in alarm when they pulled him closer to them. Their grip on him tightened, when he saw them throw a black substance on the ground and jump straight in.

Doodle Sphere

He was holding onto the others' scarf tightly, especially when they ended up somewhere weird. Was this a kidnapping? He mentally ticked it off as a new experience, feeling he would do that a lot with this stranger.

They adjusted him so he was resting on their hip, making him scowl at how even this monster was bigger than him. He should start cutting people down to his size in retaliation. He no longer had a tree to care for, so he would need new hobbies.

"Welcome to the Doodle Sphere! Let me show you around"

He tried to follow what was being said but it was so chaotic and unorganised, he soon got lost. He tuned it out and instead laid his head on their shoulder. He ignored the tingles he was getting from the touch and just absorbed their warmth. Why was he cold? His magic usually kept him nice and warm.

When he was shown hanging white papers, he was told these were Alternative Universes and that the other created them. The pride flowing from them he guessed was deserved but he was too busy having a crisis to praise them.

Was this hell? That could be the only reason his existence was making less sense, the more he learned. Who was the Devil in this case?....Nightmare no contest. He was almost ashamed he had to think about it.