Do Scream

Perfection Ruined

Life is perfect. Or more clearly, life was perfect for Terror.

For over 500 years Seeing people scream, watching them sob. The positivity draining from them until all that's left is misery.

He loved it.

Every second of every day was perfect. Falling asleep to the screams of the innocent.

He even created phantoms to keep his castle in perfect condition..... They really couldn't do anything else... and weren't strong enough to keep off intruders,

But why would he need to worry about it? After all he is the king of Nightmares, no one would even dare to challenge him, and if they did he could crush their skull into nothing.

But things started seeming.... Different.... Happier. He'd leave an au in misery only for it to return to normal.

He tried everything to stop it, everything to catch what was going on, what happened to his miserable world?.

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he knew, he didn't want to admit it, he wanted to believe it was just some strange phenomenon, but it wasn't and he knew. It was him, deciding to finally come out and ruin his ending!

He didn't even know it was possible, he trapped him in stone! He left him there to watch his home slowly burn to the ground! He couldn't have just left!

Yet there he was, going au to au undoing all his hard work, he hated it, he hated him, he HATED DREAM.

And he wasn't going to let it slide.

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Dream was helping the monster get their life together, slowly but surely. He couldn't believe how much of a mess the multiverse had become, he was determined to fix it no matter how long it'd take.

And he'd find his brother, perhaps help him. He knew he had gone far down but maybe, just maybe he could fix him, return him to how he used to be. Everything would be perfect again.

As he wandered around the au helping who he could,

a goopy blob emerged from the ground forming a person.

Dream looked at him in surprise.

"Brother?"

He spoke out only for a sharp tentacle to shoot out, cutting into a tree, block goop dripping from the imprint left on the tree, luckily though Dream was able to dodge it, taking out his staff, but he didn't want to fight him, not again.

"Brother please! Let's just talk!-"

Terror said nothing, he didn't move, simply just stood there, his eye glowing with fury as more tentacles shot out aiming toward Dream.

Dream wasn't able to dodge them all, some scraped his bones, the goop sinking into them. He grit his teeth in pain. He looked at Terror, knowing he wasn't going to stop nor spare him, so he had to do the only thing he could do and fight.

He launched himself forward, turning his staff into a long sword and swinging it at Terror. He may have lost the last time they fought but not this time.