(I FINISHED THE STORY IN MY DRAFTS! THERE WILL NOW BE REGULAR UPDATES EVERY SATURDAY !!)
*Y/n POV*I smile and lead the others through the guest room portal, before nudging Dream at Nightmare. He looks at me, confused, but I mouth, 'This is your chance!! Take it before he gets away again!' He nods and turns to his once-brother.
"N-Nightmare?" He stutters, before mentally cursing (much to your inner amusement). "What?" The other asks coldly. "C-can.... Uhh I- uh." "Spit it out already, Dream." Nightmare hisses with such venom, that Dream takes a step back.The star gathers his leftover bravery, and says loudly, "I'd like to apologize!" Nightmare raised an eyebrow as his used-to-be-twin started to ramble.
"I'm sorry that this happened, and that I didn't understand before. I'm sorry I didn't try harder to understand. I'm sorry for not trying to resolve conflict instead of escalating it. I should've- I'm--"*Nightmare POV*
I'm hit with a sudden onslaught of guilt. I never told Dream that I was getting hurt by the villagers. I just blamed him for 'not helping', when he didn't even know what he was supposed to be 'helping' me with. I was unfair. The fact that he knows he's done something wrong in my perspective and apologizes even though he doesn't know what he's being neglected for sends a pang through my soul. Slowly, I approach my brother.
His eyelights trace the area for escape routes, meeting with Y/n's (they do nothing but give a thumbs up, which set something off in me [something good, if you couldn't tell {you probably couldn't.}.]. I didn't know if it was for him, or me, but it doesn't matter now). I pull Dream in with the two sets of extra 'arms' on my back. He squeaks, and almost starts trying to fight me off, before realizing that I'm hugging him.I feel water on my shoulders, but I don't move. He sniffles a little, and I can feel my own tears rising from unknown origin. I'm not sad; he is. Why am I crying? Why does this feel familiar?
There's a small nagging feeling in the back of my mind- something I can't quite pick up. I make eye contact with Ink's human version and remember the painting in the room from before.
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