A Dream within a Target (DRILLER[DREAM X KILLER])

THE LOST DREAM⭐︎ CHAPTER ONE

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JOURNAL

how could they love me? They are just emotionless I'm just a puppet, aren't I? Now that I realize, they'll beat me up if they find this. oh dear, let's hope Ink does it expose me.

I always look at my body with disgust. Knowing killer can't feel emotions... I was asked today. Why do you wear makeup? You're a skeleton I found recently that skeletons can get eyebags, so I mostly use makeup to hide mine, this is quick someone's in the hall so I have to be back quickly before they find me!

horror and killer saw me without my makeup, man, They must've thought I looked like a mess. they looked at me with shock. Maybe I was a mess after all but killer asked if I was OK and I didn't know how to respond yet.

Both Horror and killer were shocked. I looked into killer's eyes and surprisingly I saw a highlight a white highlight a pure one. Instead of looking into his black eyes. I saw an eye does that mean he can feel? He must be able to feel at least a bit, well, I guess I'll have to help him! I must help him if he can at least make an eye appear. That means he can feel emotions!

THIRD PERSON

Dream placed the moon notebook down upon a dresser next to him then he went to the other two skeletons, known as Horror and Killer.

"Sorry that I look like a mess. I wasn't prepared for your arrival, and that you kind of came in the middle of the night-"

Dream was sadly interrupted by a small child, which hugged his leg.

" Dad! I couldn't sleep!"

Killer's eyes widened as horror hummed, taking in the young child's appearance.
The young skeleton had killer's tears with yellow highlights. The kid wore a big yellow bow with a ragged yellow cape, they wore a copy of Dream's top, except the sleeves had red lines at the tops.

"Dear, I am talking to some guests."

Dream happened to fix the kid's light blue shorts for they were too low. dream smiled warmly as he spoke with a soft tone.

" go get a book now OK? I'll be with you in a minute."
The small child nodded as it ran off into the library. Horror then spoke with a shocked tone.

" you are a father!?"
dream nodded and spoke with a calm tone.

" I am a father of three. Yet I request of you not to tell my brother. yes, of course, Sci used chemicals. It was not made like, actually made."

horror looked at killer, seeing the resemblance between Dream and the killer. then the small child ran back, holding an old scrapbook that looked like it was from medieval times.

" right, Father I have the book!"

" read me the story, the one of the tree of feelings, and the two last brothers!"

The dear child said hurriedly. Dream smiled and patted her head.

"Introduce yourself, my child."

Dream said with a gentle smile. The child jumped up and down and then said quickly.

"I'm Willow! The most daring and amazing skeleton you'd ought to meet!"

Dream chuckled as Willow posed.

"It's a she?"

Killer asked, but to answer. Willow nodded then tugged on Dream's shirt.

"Dad hurry!!!!!"

Dream laughed and picked up Willow, looking at Horror and Killer.

"Okay, you should leave before Ink comes back- you wouldn't like the guy angry-"

Killer left and took Horror with him through a portal

Dream took Willow into the library

Dream sat down in a chair, while Willow got comfortable on the ground. Dream coughed and began to read the book that was provided by Willow.

"Once, there were two brothers. One was the brother of Dreams, and the other brother was one of Nightmares. The Boy of Dreams protected Positivity, and The Boy of Nightmares protected Negativity. They both protected a tree, the Tree of Feelings! The Tree of Feelings held two apples, the right half had apples of Negativity, and the left had the Apples of Positivity.

There was a village with the tree, yet the villagers despised the boy of Nightmares,  believing that if he was gone, Positivity would rain and everyone would be happy. The villagers separated the brothers, praising the boy of Dreams, and bullying the boy of Nightmares.

Yet one day...The boy of Nightmares had enough. He wanted to be just like his brother! He went to the Tree of Feelings, looked up at the apples, and grabbed the Apple of positivity. Yet when the Apple was in his grasp, it slowly turned into a shade of purple. Like the negativity apples, it turned a deep BLACK with a purple shade. So, the boy began to eat it quickly. Eating the rest of the apples as well. During this...The boy of Dreams yelled for his brother to stop. Yet the poor boy of Nightmares wouldn't. The Boy of Dreams grabbed the last golden apple and consumed it. The Boy of Nightmares stopped, screaming in pain as a mysterious goop came out of his sockets, covering his bones and cracking them. The Tree of Feelings wilted, and the villagers tried to attack the Boy of Nightmares. Yet the boy of Dreams tried to stop them and their foolish yelling. The Boy of Dreams turned around and saw his once brother...crying the dear boy ran to the Boy of Nightmares. Only to turn to Stone...The villagers in the town gasped and ran. Yet a demonic laughter filled the air and frightened them! The once boy of Nightmares had become a murderer. He had murdered all the villagers...and left the boy of Dreams to rot in stone. However, five hundred years later a creator entered the AU and freed the boy of Dreams."