Sanscest/UTMV Oneshots (Vol. 1)

Never One for Pretenders || Dream

cherry109 asked: "I was never what you wanted" for the poetry starter thing.

(I wasn't sure if I should suggest a character as well or not, so I'm just gonna suggest Dream, but you can choose whoever you want)

~oOo~

His home was silent when he was dropped into it.

Dream stared up at the gray sky, the sun lighting up the place but hidden from view. It always looked like it would rain. Always. He blinked and gathered himself enough to sit up, dying trees entering his vision. In the corner of his eye, he could just see the start of the village, the houses crumbling even now.

His hand clenched the dead grass beneath him as he thought about what happened over and over again. He had fought his brother countless times before, Nightmare had always said hurtful things...so why did it hurt so much now? It was like all the years of brushing it aside had finally caught up to him. It left a clenching feeling in his chest.

(But the thing was...his brother was the smart one.

He was always right.

Always.)

He pulled himself to his feet and turned, staring up at the hill. A moment passed, just..staring. Then he started up it. The tree at the top was exactly how he had left it so long ago. It had been cut, more like torn completely in half. It was a pitiful sight.

He felt nothing for it. Normally, he would be sad and tears would fill his eyes, but not now. He had finally grown up. He had seen all the damage this tree has caused Nightmare and him. He finally realized how selfish it had been, in creating the two of them for the sole purpose of protecting some stupid fruits that would be better of gone–

(He realized that everything wouldn't have happened like this if these apples didn't exist.

Everything would be better.

They would be happy.

...

...were the emotions of the entire Multiverse really worth it, in the end?)

He hated it, to the best he was able to.

"You know, Mother," he spat the title out. It didn't belong in his mouth. "you are very selfish, you know that? If it wasn't for your 'gift' of emotions, we wouldn't be in this mess."

A rush of anger filled him. "If it wasn't for you, we would be happy! It's your fault! Not his, not theirs, not mine, but yours." He clenched his fist and hit the bark, bits flying off. He repeated the action again and again as he screamed. "It's your fucking fault! I hate you! I hate this job, this duty you gave me! I hate it!"

He stopped, breathing heavily. His fist stayed on the bark, pressed hard against it. He stared at the ground, anger still swirling inside of him.

And, as if drawn by a magnet, his gaze went to the black apple by his foot.

He stilled.

There was a gentle pressure in his head and then it was like everything cleared up. Like he understood everything now. "If it wasn't for that, for you..." he whispered, eyes locked on the apple that had made its way into his hands somehow. "...we would be equals."

Dream blinked. He felt someone enter the world, the familiar negativity both comforting and confusing. Why was he here? Why now, when he finally understood everything, was he coming here to stop him?

(...wasn't this what he wanted?)

He laughed, the sound a bit bitter. "You know, it's funny. You try so hard to be perfect, to be what everyone wants you to be, that you forget the truth: no one cares." He narrowed his eyes. "Everyone is too selfish to care about you and how you feel."

The negativity was getting closer.

(...he should be happy. Why wasn't he happy?)

Dream smiled sadly.

"I was never what you wanted, huh?"

He wasn't sure who he was saying the words to.

Mother.

Nightmare.

The villagers.

The Multiverse.

...himself...

No matter what, it wouldn't have changed anything.

Because, as the negativity spiked, the owner finally realizing what Dream was about to do, yelling his counterpart's name in an attempt to stop him, Dream bit into the corrupted apple.