Sanscest/UTMV Oneshots (Vol. 1)

Dream & Nightmare || (Part Two) I Want to Forget

WARNING: THE FOLLOWING ONESHOT CONTAINS IMPLIED RAPE, SELF DEPRECIATION AND PANIC ATTACKS.

READER DISCRETION IS ADVISED.

~oOo~

Dream always loved the sunrise.

No matter what happened during the day or during the night, the sunrise stayed the same. It was so pretty, all the time, without fail. It was the one constant that helped Dream prepare himself for the oncoming times, helped him be able to stay in the right mindset and optimistic attitude.

The pinks and the blues and the purples...they just helped him.

It was especially needed now.

After the...incident with...J-Jake..., Nightmare had asked Dream what he was going to do now. His brother, Dream knew, had expected Dream to say he would tell his friends what happened and get the proper help. Which was why, when Dream said that he didn't want to bother them, Nightmare was a bit surprised.

And angry. Not at Dream himself, not exactly, as he clarified in fear of Dream getting the wrong idea, but he was angry at those thoughts, the ones that told Dream he was bothering people with his problems. This had sparked a long-overdue conversation about what exactly made him think these things and why they were foolish. Nightmare then had calmed down a bit and they fell into silence for a bit.

"Well," Nightmare had said after a minute, "if you're not going to tell your friends, then you're coming home with me." He had looked Dream right in the eyes, making a promise that was broken in the past, but wouldn't be again. "I'll take care of you, I promise."

A few days later, and they were here now, at the present.

Nightmare had followed through on his promise. Dream had been given a room all to himself, which was right across from Nightmares. The room had been decorated in yellow, like it had been waiting for him for a long time.

It was nice, he supposed.

So nice that he hadn't left it since he was shown to it.

Dream sighed, leaning his head against the window, hugging his knees tighter. The sun completed its rise over the horizon, officially starting the new day, day four of the promise. A promise that he knew he was avoiding by staying here.

But he just...couldn't bring himself to let it try to hold this time.

He didn't want to be disappointed when it inevitably fell through.

And it would, he knew it would.

He looked over to the bed that remained untouched. It had been another sleepless night. Dream knew that it was unhealthy to avoid sleeping, but he feared what his mind would come up with if he did. He had always had terrible nightmares.

Dream sighed again.

Time to spend another day in his self-isolation...

~oOo~

It was around noon—Dream guessed based on the position of the sun—when there was a knock at his door. Again. Like there had been yesterday and the days before, all at this exact time.

He froze, just as always, gaze snapping up to the door as if if he stared long enough, he would be able to tell who was on the other side of it. His hand stilled on the page of his book, a simple collection of fairy tales. The person on the other side of the door knocked again after a beat, like always. He didn't dare to breathe and stayed staring at the door, making no move to open it.