A Truce is Formed!!!

1:|| A Timeskip

the events of "A Truce is Formed!!!" take place many years after "Irony is Real", but is connected to the story. so, faithful readers who mean so much to me, here is your long awaited chapter 11. (expect its chapter 1, hehe) -Sora / Austin, the one who writes 

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Story PoV: Third. 

Character Focus for Chapter 1: Nightmare. 

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Nightmare woke up about as early as he usually did, which was around eleven a.m. He never felt like getting out of bed, if he had to be honest, but it was the annoying ping of a text that had woken him up. 

Curses. Curses to ringtones and all that. 

Nightmare sat up and grabbed his phone, closing his eye for a moment before opening it again. His eye widened in surprise when he noticed who the text was coming from. 

Ink? Ink never had a reason to text him, not even for stupid things! Stupid things were Ink's entire life! 

Once Nightmare's eyes had adjusted, he begrudgingly read the text, convincing himself beforehand that it wasn't anything important. Ink had recently gotten married and loved to be annoying about it. That's probably what this was. 

So naturally, Nightmare was surprised to discover it was something way more serious than he had expected. Here was the deal:

Ink had talked with the Star Sanses recently and had agreed amongst themselves to a truce. And now Ink, the leader, was pitching the idea to Nightmare in hopes he would agree. 

Nightmare thought for a moment before simply replying to the text:

ɪ'ʟʟ ᴛʜɪɴᴋ ᴀʙᴏᴜᴛ ɪᴛ, sᴋɪᴛᴛʟᴇ ғᴀᴄᴇ

Ink's reply was so quick Nightmare jumped. 

ᴅᴏɴᴛ ᴄᴀʟʟ ᴍᴇ sᴋɪᴛᴛʟᴇ ғᴀᴄᴇ ʏᴏᴜ ᴠɪʀɢɪɴ. 

Nightmare rolled his eyes. For the protector of AUs and essentially the god of creativity, Ink lacked... What's the word...? 

Professionalism. 

ʟᴇᴛ's ɴᴏᴛ ɢᴇᴛ ɪɴᴛᴏ ᴛʜᴀᴛ. ᴀɴʏᴡᴀʏ, ɪ sᴀɪᴅ ɪ'ʟʟ ᴛʜɪɴᴋ ᴀʙᴏᴜᴛ ᴛʜᴇ ᴛʀᴜᴄᴇ, ᴏᴋᴀʏ? 

😊ᴛʜᴀɴᴋs, ɴɪɢʜᴛᴍᴀʀᴇ. ᴄʏᴀ!!! 

Nightmare shut off his phone, which evidently turned back on due to the way he was holding it. He was rather tired, but seeing the picture of Killer he had set as his lock screen made him smile. 

(*So this next idk whatever is sort of an explanation of Nightmare's back story ig, in my AU. You have the option to read it or skip it. Dont sorry, it becomes relevant to Nightmare smiling at his lock screen.*)

Long ago, Nightmare was a simple boy in a simple village with a simple job: protect the tree. The tree is your life source. Without it, you wouldn't be here. 

Nightmare was completely fine with this. He was fine with having to stay by the tree, all because he wasn't alone in this. There were two guardians, one for positivity, the other for negativity. The two guardians were twin brothers. They kept each other company and had a very strong bond that nothing could shatter. 

But from the ages three to six, life was difficult for Nightmare. Nobody liked him, because he was the embodiment of negativity. Dream knew something was up, and asked several times what was wrong, because he could feel Nightmare was more negative than usual. It also didn't help that Nightmare always seemed to be getting new bruises and scars. 

But he refused. He refused to tell his brother anything. Nightmare was afraid Dream would want to get involved, and that was the last thing he wanted. 

One fateful day, it all grew to be too much. Nightmare, in his deep sadness and angst, was crowed at by villagers to consume one of the very apples he was meant to protect. 

He grew too weak

He... Ate it. 

And it had an effect on him that was more painful than anything anyone could have ever imagined. It was like his entire body was being stretched. Cold, void colored goo dripped out of his eyes and soon down his face and around his skull. It engulfed him. It changed him. It did not kill him, but it was so close to. 

Dream had to watch all this with tears in his eyes. He was scared out of his mind. He was just a kid, and so was his brother. This shouldn't have happened! 

Nightmare, now equipped with goopy tendrils extending out of his back and momentarily blinded by bloodlust, ran after anyone he saw and hurt them seriously. 

One of the unfortunate victims... 

Was his own brother. 

But as fate would have it, Dream would not die. He was protected by the weakening spirit of his mother, the Tree of Feelings, Nim. By her protection, Dream was turned to a stone statue that stood in front of the now bare tree. 

Nightmare was snapped out of his bloodlust at this, now grieving at the thought he had killed his own brother. 

Years afterwards, he spent by his brother's statue, sitting with a book and teaching himself to read and write. It was terribly lonely. The village was practically empty now. Over the years, it recovered, but Nightmare, a very young adult of only twenty years, was not approached by anyone. 

He was practically starved, but refused to eat almost anything. His grief was too strong for him to care about himself. 

One day, he was discovered by Ink and Error, the creator and destroyer of the Multiverse. They pitied him greatly, and insisted on helping him. But Nightmare didn't care for the energy Ink had. He only felt like listening to Error. 

Ink didn't stay for very long. He gifted Nightmare a large castle to live in before waving goodbye and leaving. Error decided he'd be a friend to Nightmare and help him settle in. 

The two of them became a destructive duo for some time, supporting each other and causing negativity so that Nightmare would eventually gain the strength a man of his size and age was expected to have. 

Error went out and recruited someone new. Someone who was broken and alone, confused and seeking love like Nightmare was. His name was Cross, and he was rather quiet. 

So, years went on with just the three of them. Nightmare was bitter all day every day, it was just who he was. Even more so after the simultaneous recruitment of Dust and Horror, as the two were called. Dust didn't take much seriously, which infuriated Nightmare. 

Everyone was afraid of the king. He was powerful and had an attitude to be certainly wary of. 

But everything changed when someone new came into the picture. 

Around this time, Nightmare had been reading books that had a lot of fluff in them. Friendships, siblings, lovers, all sorts of fluffy relationships. It made Nightmare miss Dream deeper than ever before. It also caused him to have a strange desire to have a lover. 

He went out on his own to find the source of a large, singular negative feeling. An Alternate Timeline. Something New... 

It was deleting itself, and the Sans counterpart here, who was a killer with void black eyes, ran, panicked, as debris crashed all around him. Nightmare, being softened by these feelings and desires he'd been having lately, he stepped in to help this Sans. 

Nightmare used his tendrils to deflect the debris and urged the Sans to run to his side. He offered for the Sans to join him and his gang, to which Killer (as he would now be called) agreed. 

And now... 

Nightmare was in love with the guy. Truly in love. Nobody ever thought it would happen, and if it did, it wouldn't work out. But that just wasn't the case. He loved Killer because... Because Killer had loved him, obviously, and that had aroused feelings in Nightmare immediately. This was what he wanted! He wanted a lover! 

Now... He had one. And he wanted to spend his life with him. Maybe because of this truce, he would get to do that. It had taken a long while of remembering his past, but... Now he had his answer for Ink.