Dreamtale: Origins

Chapter 16: Gone

This chapter has pages 25-28.
There should be around 3 more chapters (and maybe an epilogue) before this branch of the story is over and I tell you my grand plan hehehe
Anyways
Jet lag is a nightmare ugggghhhhh

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Edited

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"What the guardian of positive feelings was seeing was a black creature that had the shape of his brother, who emanated a negative aura so big that anybody who got close would feel panic and pain. What was that thing supposed to be? Where was Nightmare? Where was his brother? Why wouldn't the tears stop?"
~Dreamtale Comic (Joku) Pg 25

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Nightmare gasped for air as the excruciating pain spread over everything that he ever was. He tried to scream, but it was suffocated by the concentrated negativity flowing through his bones.

Then he saw Dream, waking up on the ground. He watched as his dear brother coughed up tiny bit of blood onto the ground, clothes dirty. He was coated in bruises from the people not caring if he was hurt so badly that he could never get up.

Just like he had been.

Nightmare felt himself suddenly slip down. Quickly regaining his mental footing, he looked desperately at Dream.

Dream started right back, horror and a crazed worry in his golden pupils. The two looked at each other for what seemed like an eternity, but they both knew it was only for a moment. Then Nightmare's eyesight began fading.

The latter had violet tears streaming down what was left of his skull, the pain spiking. He was so, so cold. His mind swirled together in a dull mess, making only Dream crystal clear. He knew he was falling down.

With the last of his energy, Nightmare looked at Dream, sorrow and regret in his left eye. He could barely get the words out.

"...Please, Dream..." He couldn't. He could not finish that sentence. He could not just give up. But he knew that it was what was going to happen, and there was no turning back.

"...Don't forget who I used to be."

And then he was falling.

His mind plummeted, and Nightmare broke. He screamed into the darkness that surrounded him, trapped in the room that always appeared at the beginning of his nightmare. He went on screaming for a while, before collapsing onto the ground. No one could hear him. He was alone. He was so desperately alone...

Suddenly, he felt a pair of arms around him.

Glancing up, Nightmare could barely make out the outline of another being. The only thing that proved the latter was there was a single neon blue eye.

What he didn't see was another figure, standing a small distance off, hood low. Watching. Waiting.

The blue-eyed... thing looked down at Nightmare, his arms firmly around him in a hug.

"...I can help you," the thing said, his voice warped and strange. Nightmare flinched. There was something familiar about that voice.

His head rang with pain, and the thing pulled him closer. He reeked of death and empty promises, but Nightmare couldn't think anymore. The pain was too much, and it clouded his judgement.

The thing gave an impatient huff. "Do you want my help or not?" Nightmare stared at the thing, tears pouring, pain smashing his soul in. Realizing the callousness of his words, the thing restated, "I want to help you. Us. You just need to let me in, and I will keep you safe from everyone. The pain will end. Forever."