The next time the door opened, some food was shoved in. The food looked like shoddy work. The pieces of bread were misaligned, and a thin slab of meat smack in the middle, likely raw. He visibly blanched, and wondered why anyone would eat something like that.
It wasn't like he actually needed to eat. At least for a while. He pushed the food away to the furthest corner of the space, and left it as that.
He didn't know how much time had passed since Nightmare had came, but he guessed it had to have been at least a few hours because he had cried himself to sleep.
He's all by himself here. He would need some positive emotions to actually use his powers to break free of this place. But it was difficult. The bars were made of something that radiated negativity, similar to what he had been holding previously. Moreover, he wasn't feeling too great himself, and wondered if he should even try.
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Different monsters came to give him food each time, as if they were taking turns. Dream usually only ate the fruits or bread. He was too suspicious of the meat.
None of them really engaged him in any conversation though. And this was how Dream came to know what absolute boredom is. Everytime they came by to give the food, they just stared at him like he was some exotic animal in a cage. This only irritated Dream to no end. How long was his brother going to keep him in here?
It was like he was already dead, just letting the days pass by. If this was how he was kept alive, could it really be called living?
However, his existence was crucial for the feelings of the entire multiverse, and that was the only thing keeping him going. In a sense, his brother did smack some sense into him. Just having some time alone and doing some self reflection helped. How could he have been so selfish?
With nothing better to do, he found himself observing his visitors. Horror looked ready to devour the food he was holding every single time. It was very telling from how he would visibly salivate. Sometimes Dream would see bites in his food, and it was no question to him how that happened.
Dust seemed to be the least interested in him, usually just silently putting the food down and leaving. Dream appreciated that, as opposed to how Killer seemed to find amusement in scaring him, or at least drawing a reaction out of him.
Killer would lean close to the cell, just staring at him, unmoving. The lack of eye lights was not helping at all. And adding onto the creepiness factor was the black sludge that seemed to ooze out of his eyesockets. Nope, Dream definitely did not flinch when the other suddenly moved to leave.
Dream wished Nightmare would just come talk to him already. It wasn't like he could keep Dream here forever.
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Should he really be shocked when he started hacking, coughing and puking out some black tar? He glanced at it from the corner of his eyes, the floor now stained. He must really be getting sick from the food. It disturbed him a little, and he used the rag to cover it from his view. Unfortunately, the rag only absorbed the substance, staining it a dirty black.
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"I've noticed you never touch the meat…" Horror stood there as usual, curiosity in his eyes, grin ever present. "Even though they've been cooked for awhile now."
"I don't trust it." Dream simply said, not moving from his spot or looking at Horror.
Horror shifted a bit. "Oh? Afraid of what it's from?"
"…"
Then, Dream could hear some chewing noises. "Well, if you're not gonna have it, that's more for me. Seeing how it's been left to waste really hurts my soul, ya hear?"
"Okay." Dream couldn't really care less. "When is Nightmare going to come see me? He can't just shut me here and then leave me hanging!"
Horror shrugged, "Heh, hell if I know." and then left. Well he didn't answer the question. At least Dream felt a little better talking to someone other than himself for once.
What if he were to be trapped here forever? Would anyone come to get him? Dream was starting to get depressing thoughts again. This environment was bad for him.
…
At least he had his cape. It was comforting. Dream hugged it as he slept.
He rolled around in his sleep. The storm was closing in, and it was wet everywhere.
He was soaked thoroughly and cold, but it wasn't what scared him. It was the sudden flashes that would make him flinch, the crackling of thunder that made him want to hide. But under the tree was not the best place to be. He was so scared.
He shivered, but there was no comfort. He was alone. He would have to wait for the storm to pass.
Suddenly, a cloth was draped over him. The cloth was yellow and decorated with an orange sun. It was familiar. "… Don't be afraid of the thunder, this cape will protect you from everything."
He feels like he's heard this before. But who was it from again? He shivered again.
"Shh… it's okay…" Dream feels a comforting hand on his skull, and he calms down.
…
Dream opened his eyes. "Nightmare?"
But he could only see the darkness of the cell, and the occasional flash of lightning from the small window he had. Dream sat up, and the cape fell off of him. The air felt disturbed. He could hear the sound of distant thunder, to which he frowned and put the cape back over his head.
It was a nice dream.
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Killer came in playing with a knife in one hand and fruits in the other. That skeleton was still the creepiest of them all with his looks. Dripping darkness from his hollow eyesockets? No thank you.
Maybe he was just biased towards Nightmare. He could see why others would think Nightmare would be at the top of the 'Absolutely Not' list. But he knew Nightmare before the corruption so that gave him extra points in Dream's book.
"Now that I've taken a closer look at you… I can see why you might be considered brothers." Killer said off-handedly as he laid down the plate. "Though… I think you look more similar to that small blue skeleton. How curious." He spun knife around on his fingertips.
"Uh… okay?" Dream wasn't sure what to say to that comment about his appearance. "When can I get out?"
At that comment, Killer stopped playing with his knife. "You leave when you leave." And then he left.
Dream sighed. He looked at the food on the plate and deflated. It was an apple today.
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The coughing never really did get better. He was good at hiding it, though. He would hold it in and wait for any outside noise and monsters to be gone before making any sound. It was only the occasional clearing of his throat, and then everything would be fine. It didn't get better, but nothing worse.
His gloves would be filthy with the black tar, and he didn't want to wear them anymore.
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There was no progress for Dust either.
"Stop talking or I'll have to kill you for some LV." He would say, and then leave as expected.
Dream crossed his arms and pouted, salty he was the only one who couldn't get out.
He was dying of boredom. Based on how Nightmare had been acting, he obviously wasn't going to kill him, but Dream was sure he was going to die of doing absolutely nothing!
He stared blankly at the wall, waiting for the seconds to tick by. Nothing happened. That's all he experienced since he got here. He has nothing with him, and could only play with his cape, which was ridiculous.
He had always been very active, restless, duty never ending. And then now all of a sudden he's trapped here, and it only made him fidgety. Just another day of pacing around the cell.
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أدب الهواة(This is DISCONTINUED, so be aware if you don't want to read something that won't be completed) The endless fighting and unresolved sorrow. Dream is tired of it all. In his desperate act of selfishness, he ends up captured by Nightmare.
