(Blue's POV:)
I step through the portal with Nightmare, and find that Ink is now gone, probably making another AU or something, and it's just Dream there, sitting peacefully as Nightmare walks up behind him. Nightmare uses his tentacles to wrap around Dream, making him stand up and turn around. Dream freezes up for a moment, and starts struggling in his brother's grip, Nightmare letting him down into the ground as Dream's eyes tear up. "N-night?" Nightmare just nods at Dream. "Dream. I'm here to talk about the balance." He says, and Dream nods, wiping away his tears and looking at me. "And you're here because...?" He asks, and I giggle, putting up a bit of an act. "Why, I'm Nootmare Control! Plus, I'm an advocate for both sides, thus if I am here, less conflict arises. Oh, and I'm a large factor in whether people are Positive or Negative, because of how I am." I say cheerfully, and Dream just looks at me shocked, and then turns back to Nightmare. "Okay, let's talk then." He says, and Nightmare nods.
(Time skip, because idk what they would talk about-)
I smile as they finish up, nobody got hurt! I grab Nightmare by the arm and wave at Dream as I summon a portal. "Bye bye Dreamy Boi!" I say happily, and pull us both through the portal, and knot the mansion, where Error is still on the couch, but he's taking a nap. I drop Nightmare off on the couch, and bring Error to his room, tucking him in, and then heading to my room so that I could rest for a bit.
(Author's Note: Wanna know why you got a chapter? Because I'm bored, don't wanna make a clay Penguin, don't want to paint, don't want to Minecraft, my fam is too busy to play any sort of board games or watch shows, and have nobody to Rp with. I'm tired now. Eh. I'll get over it. Happy quarantine guys!)
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Hanging on by a Thread
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