Dreamtale: Origins

Chapter 11: Falling Apart

Thanatophobia: The fear of losing someone you love.
Anthrpophobia: The fear of people/society.

Yep, it's all going downhill isn't it?

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"The guardian of negative feelings started to distance himself from everyone, even from his own brother. He cornered himself in a spot between the roots of the tree to feel fear everyday, not being able to see any further from his own depression."
     ~Dreamtale Comic (Joku), Pg 14

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Have you ever had something so good, like a book that you've picked up and just can't put down? And every time that you walked away, you came running back to read more?

That was exactly how Nightmare felt, except he was slowly being pulled deeper and deeper into a true hell rather than a wonderful book. Every time he tried to get away, some unseen demon dragged him back into the abyss of death.

The vicious circle had evolved into a horrendous black hole, sucking in all light and happiness. Nightmare just happened to be right in the middle.

His life had so suddenly transformed from a carefree, happy life to a torturous, abusive nightmare. All because of those people.

Nightmare was slowly numbing himself. The abuse got worse and worse each day. More words were spat at him, more bruises were painted on here than ever before. Cray could barely keep up with Nightmare's cuts, some as long as her ring finger. Nyx and Jael were worried too, but they was barely anything they could do about it. Camila tried harder to make Nightmare laugh, to at least see a little smile. Crystal and 987 took almost daily visits to the tree, no matter how much the dark side influenced them.

Mil... Mil had changed. They barely spent time with one another. Mil seeming disappeared for a few days, and eventually cut Nightmare out of their life. They spent more time alone, or even with the corrupt townspeople.

They abandoned Nightmare to rot in his personal hell.

Nightmare was already on a social decline. He saw life through a dark haze of sadness and hopelessness. Even worse, he was afraid. He was afraid of the people. He was afraid of telling Dream anything. He was afraid of getting Dream hurt.

As the broken little guardian was reading through Gracefully Greyson, these sorts of thoughts ran through his skull at top speed.

What if he really was bad? What if all he was doing with his existence was hurting others? What if all his work protecting the tree was for nothing?

The thought hit him like a rock. He was protecting his side for nothing. No one ever tried to take any dark fruit. The aura of the side itself was enough to drive people away. You see, if you got too close to the dark side, you would be closer to the source of negative emotions. Being closer meant you got more of those bad feelings, such as fear, disgust, anxiety, depression, etc. No one had any intent of going close to Nightmare.

However, Dream's side was another story. Everyone loved going to Dream's side. His side was full of joy and happiness; the closer you got the better you would feel. Stars, people would even sometimes try to steal from the positive side. Of course, they would always get caught. Dream would then lightly reprimand them before instantly creating a new bond with them.

Dream was that trusting.

The positivity that came rolling off of Dream's side was almost intoxicating. You wouldn't go deliriously happy, of course, but you could feel so good, so confident about yourself that you could do almost anything you put your mind to, monster or human.