Dreamtale: Origins

Chapter 17: Breaking Point

This chapter combines pages 29-33 (hehe the top picture is page 31)
Moving sucks
It takes up so much time and gives you so much stress
Bleh

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TW: Mild Violence

Edited

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"Dream came to the conclusion that all the negativity concentrated in the black apples corrupted his brother, he went to a point with no return."
~Dreamtale Comic (Joku) Pg 29

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The two brothers stared at each other for a long time. Dream was in shock, unable to move from where he was on the cold hard ground. This was not his brother. It was not his brother. It wasn't...

The positivity in Dream's soul pulsed, giving him the tiniest boost of hope. Perhaps he could reason with the being that used to be his brother. Perhaps he could make everything go back to normal if he just tried. He had to. It had to work.

Inching the tiniest bit closer to the creature, Dream gasped in a desperate breath, "T-They might have done some bad things, they m-might have wronged you, but that doesn't mean they had to die! Please, Nightmare! They didn't have to die because of a few wrong things they did!" It all tumbled out of his mouth in panic. It's not him. It's not him. It's not him.

Nightmare took a moment to take in everything that the scared little guardian just blurted.

Then he started to laugh.

It was a terrifying sound. It started low and slow but then got faster and louder, the tones thickening and doubling with each level ascended. Nightmare almost doubled over laughing at what his little brother had just said.

Wiping a stray tear from his skull Nightmare sneered, "Bad things? Bad things??"

He turned and laughed madly into the sky. "BAD THINGS!!" Nightmare screamed up into the dark red sky, his aura glaring and twisting in ways that Dream didn't even know were possible. The latter tried to scoot away a little, making sure that the golden fruit was tucked safely behind him.

The little motion caught Nightmare's eye and he turned back to his shaken brother.

"Oh, you have no idea what sort of bad things they did to me," Nightmare growled through gritted teeth. The few townspeople that were still alive whimpered in fear and inched away. "They all deserve this, Dream. They aren't your friends. They don't deserve anything other than the most painful deaths after everything that they did to me."

Nightmare suddenly swept his crazed gaze across the remaining townspeople, an insane smile growing on his face. "You all want me to be the bad guy? Fine! Now I'm the bad guy! And I will make you regret everything that you have ever done. I'll make you pay. I'll make you suffer! I'll make you suffer like I did!!!"

At this point Nightmare wasn't talking to anyone in particular. Everyone watched in horror as he descended into a fit of demented giggles, inky tendrils thrashing.

As the fallen guardian went on laughing to himself, Dream swept his own gaze around the scene. Bodies littered the ground like toys ripped apart with the stuffing hanging out.

There were men, women, and children crouching over the dead halves, screaming into them to wake up, tears running down their face. The remaining people were all cowering in fear. They looked desperately at Dream, despondency and sorrow in their eyes. The smell of blood was thick in the air, choking him.