The time when Dream nearly died [Oneshot]

Defeat

Underneath the endless stars, sounds of clashing and fighting were heard. The inhabitants of this universe had hidden themselves, away from the fight.

No. It wasn't because of the fight but rather the entities that were there.

Nightmare and Dream. Guardian of positivity and the 'Ruler' of negativity. Two powerful figures in the multiverse.

The two were fighting against one another.

Dream leaped into the air, grasping against the wooden bow against his hand. It was a beam that was shot out of that bow, striking down Nightmare's chest.

The goopy mess let out a pained groan for a moment, before using pulling the arrow straight out of his chest. The hole that was there was quickly gone, sinking back to its original state. Throwing the discard arrow towards the side.

His eyes shifted and turned into a satisfied glee, The energy he felt from that arrow was rather weak compared to before.

Nightmare shot his tentacles out, allowing it to go wild. Each and every one created a destructive path, the once soft ground was filled with cracks. Seemingly brittle to the touch.

No creatures were allowed to escape, those who were not able to hide in time were nothing but, scattered dust.

Inhabitants of this universe felt fear, afraid their world would collapse. Nightmare felt a great sense of delight, his power gradually becoming much more greater.

Dream landed back on his feet. He was breathing heavily, barely breathing properly for his pounding soul. The attacks were endless, unpredictable even. He jumped away from incoming tentacle, its negative aura serving a slight pain to his body.

Dream knew he cannot dodge any more, his legs were aching to rest.

He gripped onto the bow that was his hands, reaching his back for another arrow. He dodged another incoming tentacle.

Stars.. It was getting much more closer.

Dream raises his bow and quickly aimed the arrow towards Nightmare. He continued to run, nearly stumbling in the process.

Dream knew he was at his limit, his legs were nothing but stones weighing him down. It was aching to sit. Aching to rest.

Dream cannot do that right now, not when he's in a dangerous situation. He continued to run.

The goopy mess felt nothing but pure amusement, crackling at the sight of that guardian. The mighty Guardian of positivity was running around as his plaything.

It was quite pathetic even.

So tired and so powerless.

He smirked, striking his tentacles a inch front of that guardian's face. Smiling in joy at expression on his face, that haunted look and fear he could feel.

Dream took a step back, his legs barely doing any better. He couldn't get close.

It was burning him.

Nightmare knew about this. Negativity and positivity could never mix. One would only overcome one another. Only one side left.

Nightmare had knew he had won, nothing was there to stop him. No one. That old woman was no longer here, he could achieve what he wanted.

He latched the tentacle onto Dream's arm. Dream screamed in pain, his whole body burning in agony. The once said arm was melting, bits and bits of bone slowly began to fall apart. Leaving a liquid trail as it falls onto the ground.

Nightmare wanted see his agony. Those tears that bring him such joy. Such power. He wanted to express how powerless Dream truly is compared to him. To see how he'll do to bring his terror among the multiverse.