Sans AU's Random Oneshots

Pretty Little Psychos

Nightmares back hit the tree as he stepped away from the ones in front of him. The villagers had surrounded him and made it impossible to get away without going through them. Their angry glares were all pinned on him as he stood there in fear. His body was shaking, hand desperately holding the blackened apple that had once been a brilliant gold colour.

"Monster!"

"What have you done, you demon?!"

"You really are a freak!"

"You should've just died long ago!"

Nightmare could only close his eyes and try to block out the harsh words being thrown at him. He already knew all of this, he's heard it from them so many times before. During beatings, in the village, when he's trying to relax, they always made sure that he knew what they thought of him. They've always hated him, at first he didn't know why, but eventually he figured it out. He was a negative being, a mistake that no one but his own brother cared for. Dream, his dear brother, didn't get the same treatment as him, the opposite in fact. Everyone loved and praised him because he was the Guardian of Positivity, a shining light that everyone adored. His brother brought about joy and happiness while he brought with him sadness and pain. Those feelings went both ways apparently.

'Kill them.'

Nightmares eyes snapped open at the voice. He glanced at the crowd and was confused. It hadn't come from them and there was no one else around, so who...?

'They hurt you, didn't they? Why don't you pay the favour.'

That... that didn't sound so bad actually, maybe he should. It's not like they haven't done the same to him after all, a little payback would be in order after all these years. Nightmares eyes widened as he shook his head. No, he shouldn't be thinking of things like that. He shouldn't even be considering it. And yet, it just sounded too tempting. Can you really blame him? For years and years they've beat him down, broken him apart, taken and demeaned every last bit of him all for something he couldn't control. Hell, it didn't even make sense and was incredibly stupid in his opinion.

'They're all stupid, idiotic, and naive, especially that brother of yours.'

What? No, no, Dream wasn't like them at all he was just-

'Don't deny it, how many times did he dismiss your injuries? How often did he leave you alone to get hurt? How much time does he spend with those villagers instead of you? Face it, he's just as stupid and naive as them. You're better off without him.'

But Dream is still his brother and he shouldn't just abandon him, he should stay and protect him a-and-

'He never once helped you, did he? All he did was play and frolic with those damn villagers, just move on and leave him. Find a better life away from all their torment, free from them.'

F-free...? From them...?

'Yes, free from them, free from everything. No more pain, no more suffering. Just freedom.'

No pain... no suffering... just freedom...

'Exactly, so what do you say? Let's rid ourselves of them and live the life that we deserve.'

Yes... yes... the life we deserve... freedom...

And with that it had all went black for him.

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As soon as Nightmare bit the apple, he had screamed louder than he ever had before. He needed to get to his brother, to run over and comfort him, tell him that everything is alright. Dream didn't care that the villagers were telling him not you, he needed to be there for his brother. Trying to push through them with all of his might, he was horrified to see his brother on his knees, back hunched as he looked to be vomiting an inky black substance. From the angle that he could see, the substance also leaked out of one of his sockets as well as some of his bones. He could see that the tree had only half of the apples that had been originally on it, with only small bits of the rest on the ground beside his brother indicating where the other half went. Moments later he stopped vomiting and slowly stood up, eyes closed as he lifted his head up towards them. No one moved nor made a sound as the atmosphere tensed, everyone waiting to see what would happen next.