A Dream becomes a Nightmare

Sane Insanity

(Terror POV, but I'd hope you'd be able to guess that from this chapters amazing narration readers ;) )

I can answer that question that dear Datastream had poised lovely readers, because Nightlight is standing right in front of me giving me his report.
I honestly find it frightfully boring until he mentions his brother's apparent change of heart. (Or is it change of soul?)
"Wait wait, say that again? I want to make sure I heard you right."
The dull, empty look on Nightlight's face doesn't change as he repeats.
"I have brought my brother back to the base after discovering him covered in cuts, bruises, and three broken bones. Dream is currently residing there resting and recovering. I have healed him fully."
Well well well, looks like I'm not the only one moving pawns across the board now. Hm, now what could they be up too?
I tap my finger against my teeth in thought, because I KNOW that Shattered Dream can't change, it's simply not in his code. His soul is much too stained for any good intensions. So either he is acting on his own because he has gotten sick of waiting on Erase OR they are plotting something.
If I were a betting skeleton, and I am, I would guess that it's the second one.
"Ugh.. Wha- Where am I?"
Nightlight's sudden speech jerks me abruptly out of my musings. Before he can back away (or realize who's in front of him) I grab him and sink my teeth into his shoulder for the second time. He cries out for a second and then goes still as my venom does its work.
When I step back his eyes are the same sickly blue as my eyelight is and his face has gone back to being blank and empty. However, this time I do remember to heal the wound I had created. Stupid mistake I made last time, one I would have made way back in the beginning of it all. Thinking of that, I should hurry this up, I need to go visit someone very important (don't be worried, you'll find out in this chapter. I won't leave you on a cliffhanger.)
"Your orders are as follows: Come back here tomorrow at the same time to give a report, do not remember me or this meeting, and start getting more easily agitated. Like you woke up on the wrong side of the bed." There, that should make things a bit more interesting at the base and for me.
"Orders received." Nightlight says without emotion.
"Good, now leave." I growl, he immediately vanishes without saying anything further.
That done, I take a deep breath and teleport to a universe I've been a million times.
The nurse hardly blinks as I ring the bell on the front desk. She's wearing the crisp white uniform of all the employees of the Asylum and she has seen me many times before.
"How is he today?"
I ask, trying not to get my hopes up that he'll be a bit better.
"Same as always, sorry."
The nurse says with a soft smile, my shoulders slump and I nod.
"May I see him?"
"Of course, you know where he is Terror?"
"Yes Ma'am I do." Are you surprised that I'm being so polite reader? Well, I have to be, after all...
These are the people that take care of my brother.
And I'd get on my knees and kiss their shoes if that's what it takes for me to see him.
Two rights, one left (I nod at Asy as I pass him), another left, three rooms down and I'm there. My brother is sitting in the middle of the padded room singing softly to himself and tracing the lines on the floor.
   A long time ago we were your typical Sans and Papyrus, messing around, eating food, making jokes, and creating puzzles. But one day, the code of our universe was corrupted by a glitch or a virus. I don't know which, but everything just started falling apart. People dissolved randomly, entire buildings would vanish, our whole lives were coming to an end.
I wouldn't let my brother vanish, I had refused. So I got us out by building a machine that ripped into the fabric of the multiverse, and we escaped. But at a cost.
My mind became twisted and wicked (yes, I am aware of my own villainy, and I love it), venom with the ability to control others formed in my teeth and, perhaps worst of all, I became aware of the people who watched us. Who saw our stories and played with our emotions like they were nothing.
    My brother on the other hand, simply lost his mind and the ability to control himself. His limbs sometimes don't respond and other times he doesn't even know me. And it's all the worse because I know I am the cause of his suffering.
So I had to take him here, to Asylumtale, because I simply couldn't look after him. I'd only end up hurting him by trying to help, just like last time.
While I've been telling you all this I've been talking with him, and no I'm not going to tell you what we talked about. (Actually, to be honest, I was the only one actually talking) That kinda stuff is private even from all of you!
Before I go, I place my hand on the glass. I always do this, and it's not always his hand Pap puts on the glass, because he sometimes doesn't have enough control over his limbs for that. But he always holds something up to the glass next to my hand, whether it be a foot or his head or whatever, he always does. This time it's his upper arm.
"Bye Pap, see ya later." I whisper, Papyrus doesn't respond, he never does. And as I leave, I swear to myself, as I always do, that I'll find some way to fix this. I am going to help my brother and my little pawn is going to be vital in this mission. Because I WILL save him.
No matter the cost.

(A/N: Hey guys, sorry about my upload frequency! I'm really bad about remembering this kinda stuff :(
However, I am going to try and upload every Sunday starting now! So it will take a bit for the full story to be finished but just bear with me while I figure this out. I hope you enjoyed knowing a little bit more about Terror and why he does what he does! And I will hopefully see you all soon! If you like this story please share it, last chapter only got 9 reads and that was a little discouraging! Lets not give up hope however! But it would mean a lot if you helped me give this book a boost :3 Anyway, that's all I have to say, have a great day and peace!~ <3)