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Chapter 6: My Fault

~:+ ⭐️ Dream's POV ⭐️ +:~

My soul ached when I saw Ink just sitting there, looking at us with a blank stare.

"Stars..." I muttered. "This is all my fault."

Cross wrapped his arms around me again, trying to comfort me. It surprisingly worked.

We walked in and sat on the floor in front of Ink, while Error sat next to Ink on the bed.

"First thing's first. Dream. What happened between you and Ink," Error said, his gaze hardening on me.

"Oh I uh... It's kind of personal, Error," I said, not meeting his gaze.

"I am sure that whatever happened between you and Ink caused this!" Error yelled.

"Error, relax a little. There was a little bit of drama and it affected both of them," Cross said, pulling me closer to him.

"Do you know what happened?" Error said as he glared at Cross, who nodded.

"Dream, you don't have to tell them everything, but you have to tell them some of it," Cross said turning to face me. "Ink told you something about his emotions didn't he?"

I perked up and turned back to look at Ink, my gaze landing on his vials.

He stopped drinking them...

"Yeah! He told me that he drinks from his vials to get the emotions," I said, smiling. Ink stood up quickly, his blank stare fixed on me.

"Wait what?!" Error gltiched, turning to face Ink. "He needs to drink from his vials?"

"Yeah! He does!" I nodded.

"ERROR! Give him the vials!" Blue exclaimed, wanting to see Ink normal again.

Error reached for Ink's sash, but Ink quickly dashed away, running out the door.

"He doesn't want emotions anymore?" I asked, my voice quivering.

I've repeated my mistake, and now Ink will never be the same... Just like how Nightmare will never be the same.

"I need to be alone for a bit," I said, standing up. "You guys go help Ink. Me being around might just make it worse."

"I'll come with you, I know you want to be alone bu-," Cross started, but I cut him off.

"No Cross! I just need to be alone!" I raised my voice and walked away.

I walked to my room and sat on the bed, and thought for a moment.

I always push everyone away and ignore the fact that they could be upset. Before I know it, it's too late.

First, I pushed Nightmare away, ignoring his sadness. He slowly became worse and worse and now, he will never be the same.

Then I hurt Ink. I told him about my feelings for him and when I was rejected, I forced him to tell me his secret and just walked away. Wait...

I just pushed Cross away too...

What is wrong with me.

I started crying, turning so that my face was in my pillow.

~:+ 🌒 Nightmare's POV 🌒 +:~

As stalkerish as it is, I've been watching Dream. He's been full of negativity since some sort of argument happened between him and Ink.

I've only ever felt such strong negativity from him when...
When I was first corrupted.

When Dream and I try, we can sense the emotions of others, but we can't tell who it is exactly unless they are standing right in front of us. That is different for when sensing each other's emotions though.

No matter where I am, I can sense when Dream feels negative or positive, and I can tell it's him. I'm assuming it's the same for Dream.

Draim laid alone in his room, deep in thought.

After a few minutes, he broke into tears, putting his face in his pillow.

Why do I feel bad?

I crept closer until I stood at his bedside.

"Dream," I said in a dull voice.

Dream quickly sat up, looking at me in surprise.

"What are you doing in my room?" He said, wiping his cheeks.

"I felt your negativity," I said briskly. I didn't want to admit it, but that wasn't the only reason I was there.

"Oh, okay," Dream murmured. "Are you going to stay?"

I hesitated for a second before humming a yes, sitting beside him on the bed.

"I thought you didn't care," Dream gave me a soft smile.

"I don't, there's just nothing better to do," I said sharply. Dream looked a little disappointed and looked away.

We sat in silence for a while. Not glancing at each other or moving at all.

"Nightmare?" Dream spoke, finally breaking the silence.

"What," I said, looking at him.

"Is it my fault you are like this now? Is it my fault Ink is emotionless right now?" Dream asked, clenching his fists.

Dream stared at me waiting for a response, and I stared at him with bewilderment.

"What? No. It wasn't your fault," I said, surprised by my own voice. It was stern, yet calm and soothing. "And I don't know what's going on between you and Ink."

Dream looked at me with brooding eyes for a moment before looking away.

I sighed opening my arms, offering a hug.

Why am I doing this? I don't care.

Dream looked at me with confusion and shock, not moving.

"Well? Do you want the hug or what?" I hissed.

Dream seemed to have a mental debate for a few seconds before slowly wrapping his arms around me, accepting the hug I offered.

"This isn't like the Nightmare we all know these days," Dream said. "It's like you, but before your corruption. I like this."

I tensed.

What the hell am I doing? I'm the prince of negativity, I can't care for Dream!

I pushed Dream onto the floor and stormed out of the room. Having my own mental debate as I sat on the couch.

~:+ ⭐️ Dream's POV ⭐️ +:~

Why did he push me? Did I say something wrong?

I sat on the floor, still shocked that I even got a hug from Nightmare.

I thought for a bit, a smile creeping its way onto my face.

Maybe the Nightmare I know is still in there somewhere! Maybe he does care and just doesn't want to show it!

I felt a whole new wave of hope flow through my soul. I was determined to make everything right.

I'll find Cross first, and at the same time, I'll help Ink get his emotions back, then...

I'll get my brother back.