Sanscest/UTMV Oneshots (Vol. 1)

Dream & Nightmare || (Part Two/Final) Was it Only a Lie?

WARNING: THE FOLLOWING ONESHOT CONTAINS LANGUAGE.

READER DISCRETION IS ADVISED.

~oOo~

Nightmare, for the lack of a better word, was conflicted.

He had thought (keyword: thought) that he was sure of his decision to basically disown Dream. The look on his brother's face was like music to his ears, even! So, why was it, now, back at home in his castle, staring through the window and at the setting sun, that the statement felt so...wrong?

For as long as he remembers, Dream had always been this childish and naïve person. The younger always wanted to help everyone, even if those people were selfish people. Even if those people took him away from his brother.

Nightmare, on the other hand, had no other friends besides his brother. He tried to let Dream know that he wanted to hang out without saying it directly, which he probably should've in the long run, but Dream never caught on. This always made him wonder if he even cared. If all he really wanted was to hang out with the villagers.

And eventually, it all grew to be too much. So, he snapped and tried to hold a golden apple, tried to prove that he was good too. It didn't work.

Now here they were. Nightmare, with everything he ever wanted: power, respect, freedom and so many more things. Dream, with...well, he didn't really know what the other had. He just assumed that he was happy as always.

Maybe...he was wrong?

No, he couldn't be. That meant he had hurt the one person who never looked at him with anything but love. And he can't have done that. It would mean he had become just as bad as his bullies, which he despised with all of his heart.

No. His mind was wrong. He was right, as he always was. Dream would get over it. He always did. Soon enough, they would be back to fighting, with Dream saying over and over that he doesn't want to fight. The other would still call him brother despite what he had said today. Yeah. That's what will happen.

Nightmare sighed and went back to sit at his desk. As soon as he sat down, there was a knock. He paused and glared at the wood before blinking. There were some new souls in his castle. Souls he didn't invite in.

"Come in," he said, pushing aside his papers and resting his hands together on the desk.

The door creaked open and a shadow Papyrus was there, looking quite nervous. It took a step into the office and stopped, gulping. It didn't say anything. Nightmare shot it a look and it gulped again, this time starting to speak.

"Um, Lord Nightmare, s-sir," it started, stuttering. The fear from it amused Nightmare slightly. "The, uh, the Star Sanses Blue and Ink are, uh...are in the throne room. They're looking for, um...they're looking for you."

Nightmare blinked. He didn't expect that.

...Why wasn't Dream with them?

Something...something was wrong.

He could feel it. He narrowed his eyes and dismissed the Papyrus. He sat there for a few more minutes, mulling over what could be wrong before standing up and heading to meet his guests.

~oOo~

The throne room was quite grand and one of the best things about the castle, in his opinion. The black structure with the purple and blue interior made it a place you expected to radiate negativity. It was the exact place you expected a king to be in.

Usually, he would take a few minutes to admire the room. However, today he didn't have the time. He could tell that as soon as got into proximity and the yelling made itself known. Honestly, it was quite a miracle that he hadn't heard the yelling sooner. Especially with all the swears.