DystopianTale (Undertale AU)

~Chapter 1~

"Decades ago, a war took place on our once peaceful lands.

However, this wasn't just any war, for it was the largest, most deadliest fight monsters, and humans alike, had ever seen. The conflict itself was caused by fear: humans were scared of us monsters, and the power we wielded. It's common knowledge that a human's soul is incredibly stronger than a single monster's soul, but that does not mean we are weak, quite the opposite in fact. What monsters lack in soul power, we make up for in raw, natural magic. Humans can also harness magic, with enough effort, but it will never be as pure, nor as strong, as a monster's magic.

Humans, being selfish and greedy, believed they could absorb our power by killing us all. This influx of power would make them unstoppable. So, they attacked us.

We fought back valiantly and, ultimately, won the battle. We lost many of our kind because of this terrible battle, and certain monster species have since gone extinct. However, we were prosperous compared to our foes; partly because after the Great Battle, almost no humans remained. They were all but wiped from existence. To this day, their numbers are still remarkably low compared to monsters, making them..."

Nightmare yawned, staring with boredom at the small nanoscreen in front of him and his twin, Dream. The two princes were sitting in the royal gardens behind the large castle. It was early spring, so the garden was exploding with vibrant greens, and flowers were popping out of the fresh soil, blooming and filling the air with a faint floral scent. It was a warm, and sunny day, Nightmare and his brother were shielded from the warm rays by the leaves and branches of the largest tree in the garden, one they affectionately called "grandpa oak". Around them, castle staff were buzzing about like honey bees, tending to the flowers, shrubs and other plants the young boy didn't know the name of. The grass was soft beneath him, and the warmth was beginning to make him restless. The last thing he wanted to do right now was watch a tiring lecture about the kingdom's history. Unlike his twin (who was technically ten minutes older, and who took every chance he got to remind Nightmare of such), he honestly didn't have much interest in how BlightView, the city his parents dutifully governed over, came to be, or how it runs now. Dream seemed to be absolutely enthralled when it came to these sorts of lessons, which was clear to see by the way his large, star shaped eyelights shone on the screen, seeming to sparkle.

While Dream and Nightmare were twins, they were not identical. Dream had bright, yellow, star shaped eyelights, while Nightmare had two circular ones, one being a shockingly bright blue, and the other a simple purple. The other obvious difference between the boys were their birthmarks: Dream had a small, yellow star on his left cheek, and the other prince had a crack over his right eye.

Flopping down onto the grass, the boy sighed. His twin huffed slightly, looking back at him briefly and pausing the video their parents had told them to watch. "Nighty, come on. You can't pay attention if you're laying down!"

The younger of the two twins stuck out his tongue, gaze lazily roaming around the garden again and stopping when he spotted his father in a hustle. He was walking along the path with his royal advisor, a tall skeleton named W.D. Gaster. Nightmare remembered asking what the W.D. stood for once, only to be brushed off and told that it wasn't important.

The advisor himself was much taller than the king, and Nightmare was pretty sure he was older than his dad as well.

Grinning, he nudged his brother. "Papa's out!" That quickly caught Dream's attention, his eyelights snapping to where their father was. "Race you to him?" He added, grin turning mischievous.

With a giggle, Dream grabbed the Nanoscreen, shoving it rather carelessly into his small yellow backpack. "You're on!"

The two boys sprung from their spots, running towards their father. They weaved through the staff, nearly knocking over a young gardener, yelling out to their parent, much to Gaster's annoyance.