Chapter 4

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"Hey guys." Nightmare said as he walked down the stairs. Everyone turned around, they were excited to see him actually trying to reach out and talk to them. It's been a long time since he's done that.

"Hey Nightmare! How have you been?" Killer asked, smiling at him.

"I've been fine. How about you guys." I asked in a dull tone.

"We've been okay!" Ink said nervously.

After a little pointless chatter Nightmare decided to go back to his room. He needs to find out what Dream has to do to be able to rest.
He ruined everything, he needs to fix it.
He went and sat down at his desk. He pulls out a notebook, it was a bright, happy, yellow with blue stripes. He smiled sadly at the memories.
How he wished he could go back in time and prevent this all from ever happening. He just wants his happy Dream back, the one who would sit with him under the tree and listen to him talk about his stories for hours. The one who would do anything to make someone's day a little better.
But, he's dead now. He's here as a ghost, but he can't do much like that.
He shook his head, he was getting distracted. He was the one who caused this situation, no he needs to fix it.
He began brainstorming ideas.

Is his unfinished business with people? He would assume so, he was always around people. Talking to them and helping them.
But who could his unfinished business be with?

•Me

•Ink

•Blue

•Cross

•Killer

•Horror

•Dust

•Someone I don't know about

•Everyone

I looked at my list, it wasn't very long. But I can come up with more possibilities later,maybe Dream could help me to.
I got up and got a book.
It was Dream's favorite to hear about. He always loved the ending. He would squeal and clap when I finished telling it. I asked him why and he told me how the main character was so brave, they went through so much but stayed strong and knew things would workout in the end.
They were also extremely kind, and helped so many people. They were a hero.

They were a hero, just like Dream was. But I pushed him down the entire time. He could've been so much more, but I had to make him hate himself. Make him believe it would never get better. I made him forget what that book taught him.

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