A Forceful Kind of Love

A Brotherly Visit

Sitting in the Star Sans' 'clubhouse' was the famous positive guardian Dream. He's humming a tune, whilst reading one of his favorite books, this one has a blue fabric on the cover and silver lining. After a bit more of reading and humming he noticed the obvious. He was starting to get thirsty! Therefore realizing he needs a glass of water he sets down his book on the wooden coffee table beside him. He Gets up from his comfy red beanbag. A butt imprint was left behind for those who are wondering. He started walking to the kitchen until suddenly he notices an impending presence he feels in this home. Oh, it's just his brother!

"Hey Nightmare! I didn't notice you coming in brother!"

Dream spoke to the sudden dreary and dark atmosphere. Only silence met Dream's wishful welcomes. Which caused him to wonder and have a sense of unease, "What should I make for dinner?" He asks the empty air in hopes of a response. Nobody answered, he's supposed to be the only one here. Okay., what if Nightmare is just up to something, like a prank! Then a glass shatters, Dream jumps, then laughs. "Aha-! Okay, sooo funny..can you come out now Nighty? Where are you..?"

Best friends since childhood, aside from that mishap. What could Dream do as a 6 year old. How did he know what the villagers were doing. How messed up does a 6 year old need to be to destroy a village and keep his own brother in stone for 100 years? No, can't think about that right now, Dream reminds himself to stay positive. He may be the guardian but it isn't easy. Dream shook his head ridding of the thoughts persisting in his head. Then he noticed a pile of goop right next to a broken glass. The bottom piece of the cup had survived somewhat. So he decided to pick up the glass off the floor upon reaching it a negative wave hit. Giving him a headache. Nightmare is close.-

"..Ack-!"

Suddenly a familiar gooey substance was wrapping itself around Dream's skull. Making it practically impossible to breathe. Attempts of grabbing at the goo were proven to be useless when it had made it's way into his mouth and eye sockets. Dream was made to force a swallow making his eyes start to tear up filling with more and more of this repulsive substance. Causing a buzzing feeling to hit the positive guardian in a wave of false hope and dread. Making him sleepy ultimately.

Before Dream's eyelids dropped down in a fit of slumber he had caught a glimpse of his brother and a slight murmur

The deep garbled voice responded in a soft hum.
"Goodnight my sweet~"
Were the only words Nightmare spoke to his favorite doll. Dream's limp body in Nightmare's tentacles. Now swinging his arm over the clubhouse's front door. Creating a mess of a portal leaving a wet glob of black goo sit there forever.

Now where Nightmare opened the portal too is a good question. A wet soppy slipper meets concrete. In a cold confined area that definitely looked like some sort of jail cell. Nightmare opened the barred door revealing the rest of the 'room'. He set down Dreams sleeping body on the cot. Giving his brother a kiss before leaving and locking the cell. If someone had been there in that moment, they would've seen a soft blush emminating from Nightmare himself.

Not too long after. A saddened skeleton woke up on a very creaky cot. Dream grabs his head, which has a pounding headache for some reason. He can't truly recall what's happened, neither his current circumstance. Head absolutely pounding and not the slightest clue of what happened last. What he knows now is, it's cold, along with being on a very loud uncomfortable bed. Is it even a bed?

'".wh-where am I-..?"

Dream asked, now attempting to look around the 'room'.
"It is extremely dark in here. Not the goop though...what happened..?"
Looking around back and forth. Then at the concrete ground. Who would do this to him? He questioned why, and how did he get there. In the midst of his thoughts he heard a loud wail.