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swamp-chicken · 8 months

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ethubs won against the ranchers in the shipping poll, so as promised here is a little ethubs somethin' somethin!' inspired very heavily by this insane video edit I made

your greatest fear, ethubs, 1657 words

It was full dark by the time Etho climbed out of the mines. Aside from an easily dispatched creeper lurking by the mine entrance, all was quiet. The boogey had already killed, and it was too early in the server for much chaos otherwise. Even the red name was likely engaged in domestic activities, building up his resources.

Etho took the stairs up to the base slowly. Their morning in the Nether had taken a toll on him. First being chased by withers, then being chased by the boogey.

Etho had been on guard from the moment Scar approached, but Bdubs had no such instincts. He hadn’t even reacted when Scar started swinging. Instead, he had blinked at Scar in disbelief, confused and sick and fragile. Etho’s stomach dropped.

“He’s boogey!” Etho shouted. They ran. Etho shoved an ender pearl into Bdubs’ hand. “We have to do it,” he explained, and then he threw his own.

There was the anxiety of throwing a pearl over lava, the brief ear-popping rush of nothing before he teleported to safety. But Etho didn’t stumble. He had his bow trained on Scar as soon as he landed. Bdubs appeared next to him with a crack.

Etho shot, but Scar didn’t fall. “It’s all a big misunderstanding!” Scar called, his voice faint over the the sound of bubbling lava.

“Wait— is he the boogey?” Bdubs asked. His face was pale.

“He took two swings at me.” Etho said, catching Bdubs by the wrist. “We’re going.”

Etho hauled Bdubs to the portal as fast as he could, their feet dragging through the soul sand.

Scar started pillaring up to them. “I swear, it’s all a miscommunication…”

Etho quickened his pace. He pulled Bdubs into the portal. The nether started swirling around them. Through the portal haze, Etho glimpsed Scar stumbling towards them, a piglin hot on his heels.

They were through.

“Move, move, move,” Etho demanded. His heart was pounding in his ears. Bdubs sprang away from the portal and Etho blocked it up behind him. “If he comes through, we hit his feet.”

“Seriously?” Bdubs asked, still a step or two behind.

Etho’s hands were trembling where they held his sword.

A long minute passed before Etho lowered his blade. Scar hadn’t followed. When he looked to his side, Bdubs was dutifully holding his own sword, eyes glassy with fever. Etho took a deep breath.

They were alive.

It had been too close a call for comfort, Etho mused, as he shouldered open the door to their fort. Bdubs was crouched in front of the stove, diligently feeding it wood. Etho set down his heavy pack with a thump.

Bdubs turned, already smiling. “Dinner’s almost ready!” he sing-songed. His voice was hoarse. “Successful mining trip?”

“Well… kinda,” Etho replied. He opened the pack and pulled out some gold ore. “For piglin trading.”

“No diamonds?”

“Didn’t have much luck,” Etho sighed.

“Listen, I know you’re old school, but you gotta try the lapis trick, dude,” Bdubs admonished, then started coughing.

“Hey,” Etho said. “Don’t cough all over our food. Let me take over.”

It was a sign of how poorly Bdubs felt that he didn’t even argue. He sat on the edge of the bed and Etho took over his place in front of the stove. The stew was bubbling nicely. Etho stirred it a few more times, then grabbed a pair of bowls and served up two portions, handing one over to Bdubs.

Bdubs took the bowl but didn’t do much beyond stare at its contents. He was shivering, slightly. Maybe from the cold.

“Feeling okay?” Etho asked. There wasn’t anywhere to sit other than next to Bdubs on the bed, so Etho took the floor, awkwardly crossing his legs underneath him.

Bdubs snorted, the sound thick with mucous. “Not really. Not much of an appetite, either.”

“You should eat,” Etho suggested. “Try and get your strength up. It’s been a stressful day.”

Bdubs spooned up a small amount of the stew, gingerly bringing it mouth and swallowing. “You can say that again. Couldn’t find any warped wart, Scar the boogey… oh, did I mention the worst alliance of all time?”

Etho laughed. “They’re not that bad!”

“Sugarcane!” Bdubs wailed. “That’s what they’re bringin’ to the group, sugarcane?”

Etho laughed again, a deep belly laugh. It was nice, like this. Their warm little fortress. Bdubs all to himself. “But we’re the B.E.S.T., Bdubs.”

“Tango’s the best at being a pain in my butt, that’s the truth,” Bdubs griped

There was a lull of silence, Etho happy to continue eating his stew. Bdubs didn’t touch his. The silence grew, extended past the time Bdubs would usually break it. Bdubs’ expression became more distant, a small furrow appearing in his brow. Etho cleared his throat. “Everything okay?” he asked.

Bdubs blinked, expression clearing. “What? Yeah, I was just thinking.”

Another beat of silence. Etho shifted uncomfortably. He didn’t like when Bdubs was silent. Usually he was open, easy to read. Except when he was the boogey. Etho frowned, pushed that thought aside. “Thinking…” he prompted.

Bdubs shrugged. “Yeah. Just… That was an interesting question you asked Skizz, earlier.”

Skizz had showed up to their base, asking for an alliance, going on and on about loyalty. Etho didn’t know why the question had jumped into his head, but it had.

“‘What do you fear the most,’” Etho recited to Bdubs, shoulders drawing up. He felt defensive all of a sudden. “He gave a good answer.”

Bdubs hummed. He peered over at Etho. “It’s like a test, right? See how honest they are?”

“Something like that,” Etho hedged.

Bdubs scooped up some stew but didn’t eat it. He tipped the spoon and watched the stew fall back into the bowl. Etho watched with him, almost holding his breath.

“What would be your answer?” Bdubs asked.

Etho’s gaze darted back down to his own bowl. “What?”

“You know, the question you asked. What’s your greatest fear?”

Etho took a bite of the stew. It was a pretty good effort, considering the lack of ingredients on the server. Bdubs must have dug up some seasoning from somewhere. Etho savored the taste before he swallowed. “Like I said, I think most people would agree with Skizz.”

Bdubs set his stew aside. “That’s not really an answer. What’s the matter, you don’t trust me?” He grinned at Etho, crookedly.

Etho’s chest clenched in response.

Skizz had answered Etho’s question without hesitation. Bad things happening to the people I love. Etho’s had turned to look at Bdubs before he had even realized it. Only to find Bdubs already looking back at him, gaze warm and certain.

Bad things happening to the people I love, Skizz had answered, full of assurance, raw with honesty. Etho couldn’t imagine doing the same. He was never sure of things, and even when he tried to speak the truth it came out of his mouth feeling like a lie.

Bad things happening to the people I love. Etho had handed Bdubs the ender pearl, his hands shaking, so desperate he felt like his heart would shudder out of his body.

Bad things happening to the people I love.

Etho had never been good at saying how he felt.

Etho placed his bowl on the floor and stood. There was a blanket folded on one of the chests, rough-woven and full of holes. It was the best they had been able to scrape together, here in this remote, short-lived server.

Etho unfolded the blanket and shook it out. When he turned back, Bdubs was watching him curiously, but without any sort of expectation. Without judgement.

Etho swallowed. He leaned towards Bdubs and draped the blanket over his shoulders. “You’re cold,” Etho explained.

“A little,” Bdubs admitted, voice thick.

Etho sat on the bed, positioned himself so Bdubs was pressed all along his side. “You should really try eating.”

Bdubs huffed but leaned eagerly back into Etho’s warmth. “Fine.” He picked the bowl back up and tried another bite. “Wish I could taste it, though.”

“It’s good,” Etho assured.

Bdubs wiggled against him. “Of course it is! All due to my fantastic cooking prowess.”

Etho wrapped an arm around Bdubs, pressed his face to Bdubs’ hair. Bdubs still smelled of home— of sunbaked earth, of moss, of long drowsy evenings full of laughter. His fragile little flower, sick and shivering but still brimming with life.

Etho wasn’t good at saying how he felt, but maybe he should start trying more. For Bdubs.

“Skizz’s answer,” Etho tried. “It’s the same as mine.”

It wasn’t much, but Bdubs still turned in his arms, looked up at him with a beatific smile stretching across his lovely face. “No wonder you were shaking like a leaf in the nether!” he crowed.

Etho willed down the redness in his face. “I wasn’t shaking,” he argued.

Bdubs chortled, returning to his stew. “No, no, certainly not. Not the great Etho! Well, you passed the test. You are an honest and true ally!”

“And you?” Etho prodded. “What are you most afraid of, Bdubs?”

It wasn’t a question that Etho needed an answer too. He already trusted Bdubs too much. Illogically so.

“Me? Oh, definitely endermen.” Bdubs answered, shoveling another bite into his mouth.

“You—oh?” Etho processed, then burst into surprised laughter.

“Wha’?” Bdubs mumbled, mouth full. He swallowed. “Why— Don’t laugh! I’m serious! One wrong look and they’ll kill you in two, three hits easy!”

Etho laughed harder, pulled Bdubs closer to him. “You’re not afraid for me at all?”

“No, of course not!” Bdubs grumbled. “With your skills? You’d cut through all these guys no problem.”

Etho wanted to kiss the pout off Bdubs’ lips. He also didn’t want to get sick. He settled for pressing his lips against Bdubs’ flushed forehead. “I appreciate your faith in me,” he murmured, pulling back.

“Yeah, well.” The corner of Bdubs’ mouth quirked up. “Thanks for keeping me alive so far.”

#ethubs #my fic #nods. they are insane

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ancientschampionau · 13 days

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RealAgeAu - On the other side

:3 :3 :3

Guess who is back already?!

Not with the normal cast though :3

No I had an idea for the another person in this AU.

Anyone wondering how Dream is going? :D

So this one is a bit different then all the other installments and don't expect these often as the main focus is on the gang and their now babybones boss. But this one I thought would be fun.

Welcome. To Dream dealing with this (the sometiny changes to the multiverse. A God can't lose his status without it affecting those around him after all :3)

First: here Prev: here Next: here

We good? We good. We are unedited and unbeta'ed as always.

oh shit @spotaus I actually forgot you that time. sorry fam (they gave me the original prompt which is why they keep getting added every update. They are stuck with me now)

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The sun feels so warm on his bones. Dream lays by the roots of his mother. Enjoying the warm light of the never ending late spring sun which warms his bones. His mother's voice, always loving and so proud of him.

The only thing that would make this moment better would be his brother near him. But he went to wash up a while ago.

Which is okay It isn't. where is nightmare? He will just wait right here for when he comes back.

Nightmare always joins him again. except that one time. The time when it mattered.

Dream loves his brother so much, and Nightmare loves him! Not anymore, not after everything

Dream sighs in the warm light and looks to the side. The village lays in the distance. Beautiful and lively and so so welcome of him!

Rememver your duty my son. You are meant for great things. Never forget that.

Dream hums happily as he looks back up at the branches "I know mom! I will be like you and be a great warrior and bringer of hope!" he smiles up.

A laugh in the air that sounds like a bell A bringer of balance my dear son. Remeber. Too much of one will always spell the end for one.

Dream hums as he enjoys the soft sunlight and happiness he feels in his soul.

He just wishes his brother was here. he wants his brother back, that is all he wants.

oh. I think Nightmare is back from washing himself

Dream blinks his sockets open and looks over. Near the forest edge stands Nightmare. In his purple clothes and with a small silver crown on his skull. Dream smiles and waves from his spot "Nighty! Over here!"

But Nightmare doens't move. He just watches him.

Dream frowns as he sits up "Nighty?"

The sunlight is gone as an ominious rumble is heard overhead. The light feeling in him disappears as he looks back at Nightmare "Nighty! i know it is scary but you need to get over here!" Normal trees can't protect them from thunder and lightning! Their mother can.

Nightmare just continues to stare at him from a distance. Even now Dream thinks he looks tired.

Drema raises to his feet.

His mother's voice fills his skull Dream don't go. It isn't worth the risk.

Dream shakes his skull and leaves the save shadow and cover of his mother. Running towards his brother. He needs to get to him. He can't be too late again. Not when he has this chance to reach him in time.

Dream watches as Nightmare remains rooted in place. Lightning flashes overhead and loud thunder follows right away. Drema flinches but keeps running "Nighty!" his voice lost in the loud rumble and thunder.

Dream is right by him and reaches for him. But another flash of lightning and Dream is blinded. Once he opens his sockets he is no longer by the forest. No, he is in the village. People are screaming. He searches for Nightmare only to see his mother burning in the distance. Her branches ablaze in bright orange light.

Dream rushes towards her. Panic. Why can't he stop this? Why did it happen?

He reaches her but it is already too late. His mother is gone. HIs friends are gone. His brother...

His brother...

Staring at him with betrayal. Dream can feel the hurt and betrayal in the other and Dream realises his has his hand out.

He had hit him. He had attacked him.

Dream reaches for his brother but Nightmare flinches back, away from him.

Because he had hurt him.

Dream can't speak. He can't move.

Nightmare glares at him "Nothing to say for yourself?"

Dream tries but no words leave him. Please Nighty. He is sorry.

Nightmare just continues to glare at him "After everything?! You only came because of those stupid villagers?!"

Dream shakes and tries to shake his skull. tries to deny it. But he can't. His body isn't moving. Nightmare is right, dream had always only cared about the village and what they wanted.

Nightmare turns and walks away. Away from him. Away from their ruined home.

Dream wants to follow but can't move. He is locked in place. just like he had been when he had been turned to stone.

He tries to reach for Nightmare but he is already gone and everything goes dark. Just dark dark dark dark-

Dream gasps as he sits up and checks himself. He can move! He is fine! he... he...

He looks around and sees that he fell asleep on his couch again... in his own living room... again...

He sighs as he sits normally on the couch and puts his skull between his hands. That same dream again. it had been haunting him ever since he had first faced Nightmare. But the dream kept coming back more often lately, for almost two months now...

He is so tired. He can't deal with everyone needing his help today. He can't deal with everyone demanding his attention and support today...

Dream glances at his phone and grabs it. So many numbers in there and many many texts and missed calls already. He ignores them all and finds the right number. He calls it and waits.

"Hey Dream! How are you?"

Drema feels apart of him relax "Blue..."

"... What is wrong?"

Dream feels bad for asking this off him "... can... can i please come over?" he is suposed to be strong. a bringer of hope and light. Yet he keeps failing. He tries so hard but keeps messing up or not being enough.

"Of course. I will clear my own schedule. Can you get here okay?"

Dream smiles and nods "yeah... be there in a bit." Honestly thank everything for Blue.

Dream sits on the couch in a different living room. Still feelign exhausted but a bit better. He had told Blue all about the dream he had had... The way it had been bothering him more and more lately and just how exhausting he had been lately.

Blue sits by him as he eats his bowl of cereal, Dream's own bowl untouched. Blue hums as he takes a bite "Seems to me that you are getting burned out." and he eats another bite.

Dream frowns "no? That is for people who do stuff they don't like. I like helping people!" generally... sometimes...

He is the guardian of positivity! He is suposed to like helping others! That is hiw whole purpose!

He wishes he could ask his mother... He wishes he could ask Nightmare, Nightmare had always been better at listening and hearing what their mother said.

Blue hums as he eats more of his breakfast "Everyone can get burned out by everything. It is why Ink can get an artblock. It is why Sci can get overwhelmed and annoyed with his own work. Jsut because you like soemthing doesn't mean you can't get stressed or overwhelmed by it."

Dream blinks confused at Blue and Blue smiles "My bro has it more often than me. Said it like that too much of one thing is always bad, no matter what it is."

Dream... Dream suddenly has a strong sense of dejavu.

Blue nods "Even stuff you like! Say... I love taco's. It is my favourite! But... if i had to cook it everyday and only eat taco's? I would get sick of it. It doesn't mean i don't like them any less. Just, even too much of a good thing is bad. you know?"

Dream gives a slow nod as he stares at Blue "what... what should i do?"

Blue shrugs as he finishes his meal "Take a break? Don't do the guardian stuff for a bit?"

Dream frowns "I can't take a day off!"

Blue tilts hsi skull "Why not? Having a good work ethic is important, I myself have one too, but i know i need breaks. Obviously not as much as some people!" Blue looks over his shoulder with a glare.

Stretch chuckles in the distance "guilty as charged!"

Blue huffs but turns back "But breaks are important. It is why there are rules nad laws about days off and having breaks every so many hours. It sounds to me that you have not been using your vacation days and you should at this point." he puts his empty bowl away and quickly washes it before joining his said again.

Dream already feels anxious. PEople like and listen to him because he helps them. If he stops doing that they may dislike him or not listen and then what does he do?!

Blue sits next to him and keeps waiting for a reply.

Dream rubs his arm "what.. what about... work? What about spreading positivity?"

Blue thinks it over "I mean... It should be fine right? The gang and your brother have been very quiet for the last... what... month? two months?"

Dream nods as he looks at his hands. the anxiety returns "He must be planning somethign big..." something gigantic. And dream has no idea and doesn't even know where to start with getting information or anything-

Blue snaps his fingers and Drema blinks out of his own thoguhts before shooting Blue a confused look.Blue grins at him "I honestly didn't expect that to work. Stop worrying about stuff that hasn't happened yet. Think about the here and now. Your friends are doing okay. The omega timeline doesn't need your help with anything they cna't do themselves. The gang hasn't done anything yet and Errir and Ink still have their third cease fire."

Blue pokes Dream "What will help you right now."

Dream stares at Blue for a moment before looking away. He thinks before he speaks "I think... I think I would like to go... home..." Blue frowns so Dream tries to explain "YOu know... home home... I haven't been there in ages... my... my magic has been... shifting... it is strange... I don't bring as much positivity to others as i used to anymore. Me just being there doesn't make others happy anymore. I... I was hoping... maybe i can find answers there?"

Blue blinks before smiling "That sounds like a wonderful idea! If you give me ten minutes I can get ready to join you."

Dream blinsk confused "You will join me?"

Blue grins and nods "Of course! what are friends for?"

Dream feels lighter and smiles "Thank you blue."

not even fifteen minutes later and they had arrived in Dreamtale. Dream... Dream isn't sure what he had been expecting. but it was the same as he remembered. no colours. everythign is grey and frozen. lacking anytype of magic.

It hurt.

They had arrived at the village and blue looks around "oh.. i... i am sorry..." he holds his hand and gives it a reassuring squeeze.

They walk around the village together and that same bittersweet feeling returns to Dream. He remembers playing games here. the little marktes he would visit. How everyone would always be happy to see him.

It had been a beautiful place.

And now it is gone and-

Dream freezes. Blue doens't notice as he keeps walking but dream can't look away. because there in the distance... in another building... that... that looks like...

"Nighty?"

The mirage, or vision, or hallucination looks up in shock. before pure fear overtakes the expression.

He looks so young... had they been that young?

Dream feels himself take a step closer. his soul is pulsing madly and his sockets starts to itch with tears. is he going insane?

The tiny form disappears from view as it disappears behind a wall and out of the view of the window.

Dream doesn't think and starts sprinting.

"Dream?! What is wrong?!"

Dream doesn't stop to explain. He runs through the empty streets. please. please. just a moment longer. just bring that vision back. He just wants to see his brother one more time.

Please.

A crack much like a thunder fills the air and Dream rushes into the house he had originally seen the vision in.

Nothing.

Dream sobs as he falls to his knees.

He was too late again.

Blue joins his side a moment later but Dream can't even begin to explain.

Why did it feel like he lost his brother all over again?

Why did his soul hurt this badly?

Blue holds him and continues to hold him until Drema calms down again.

Dream sobs "Maybe... maybe this was a mistake..." he can't admit he jsut saw a vision of his own brother but as a child... He can't admit he is actually going insane.

Blue just continues his hug "Or maybe this is exactly what you needed. You have been holding in this grieve for a long time Dream. Maybe it needs to be released?"

Maybe he has a point. Dream leans heavily into the hug.

Blue holds them both up easily "Any place you want to visit?"

Dream holds it tightly before looking around "Maybe... maybe my friend is still here? It has only been about two years since a left." she had given him tea and let him sleep on her couch... Later she had broken him out of his stone prison and helped him as he grew up to be who he is today.

He wants to be sure she is okay.

Blue nods as he looks around the village "where to?"

Dream points in a direction "Her house should be over there..." They walk together in silence and Dream finally spots the old house. But it looks old and broken. As if no one had lived there for centuries.

Dream feels himself shake "That can't be right." he rushes inside and freezes as he finds a pile of dust.

oh... how?

Dream sits next to the pile and sobs. Blue joins his side and hugs him.

Time passes and Dream ends up carefully collecting the dust and putting it in a jar. He will have to figure out what her favourite things were and-

"euh... Dream? What is this?"

Dream blinks and looks over to see Blue holding an old beautiful book. Dream frowns as he walks over and reads the title.

'Dreamtale'

Dream feels himself freeze "I... I don't know... where did you find it?"

Blue points towards the room. Dream frowns "I... i was told to never enter that as that had been her personal room. I didn't want to breka the trust..."

Blue hums before just opening the book. Dream hisses "Blue!"

Blue doesn't even look apologetic "Dream. If i have learned one thing about the multiverse, is having an universe named after one person spells trouble for everyone else in that universe. Why would she hide this from you?"

Dream can't help but agree and the two sit together at the table and start reading the story.

Dream wants to throw up. He is going to throw up. He just sits with his skull in his hands.

How... how often had nightmare asked him not to leave... to leave him alone? How often had Nightmare told him that the villagers didn't like him.

Dream... Dream never listened.

Dream sobs as he lays fully on the table.

The person he thought had been his friend... the person who gave him tea and a place to sit and rest. drugged him... all to make sure he couldn't interfere when they went to... when they had planned to murder... to murder...

dying...

all those years again.. Nightmare had accused him of not even caring that he had been dying. dream had thought it had been the corruption somehow talking to him, mocking him. Trying to make him feel horrible...

It had been Nightmare himself... accusing him of leaving him to be hurt and die alone.

And he had been right.

Dream sobs as tears leave his sockets. His sight finds the jar with dust of that... that... woman! That! Rage burns through him but two arms keep him in place.

"It is okay Dream. Let it all out."

Dream shakes his skull as he pushes closer to Blue "It isn't okay!! I am a fucking idiot! I was too fucking blind and now! Now I-" more sobs.

Blue jsut holds him tighter "You were a kid dream"

Dream sobs as he tightens his hold on blue "So was nighty..."

His dreams... his dreams and even that hallucination must have been trying to tell him all along there was more than he saw. That something had been going on. But dream was too busy. Always too busy. Before he had been too busy wiht the village and villagers... and now he was too busy with the multiverse.

eventually the tears dry as Blue just keeps holding him.

Dream sniffs "How do i fix this?"

Blue pauses his movement and clearly thinks for a while. Dream feels worse the longer Blue doesn't answer.

Blue sighs as he leans his own skull against Dream "I don't know. I would say you could try to talk with Nightmare but... well..."

Dream tightens his hold on Blue. every time him and Nightmare met they never spoke. Dream had for a while tried to tell Ngihtmare he could do better nad make up for the wrongs he did...

No wonder Nightmare doesn't want to speak to him anymore. Dream pretty much said that Nightmare should feel bad for fighting for his own survival... that he should feel bad for killing those who tried to kill him.

Dream feels sick all over again as he pushes closer to Blue. Being near blue helps.

Blue keeps a tighter hold on him "For now... you can take the book with you at least... keep your story with you you know? And maybe try and approach the subject if you see him again?"

Dream nods before anxiety reaches him "How will i tell everyone this?"

Blue pulls back and stares him in the socket "Stop. YOu dont have to tell them."

Dream looks away "They deserve an explanation and-"

Blue shakes his skull and looks at Dream "They don't. Just because they think they do deosn't mean they actually do. You don't have to hurt yourself to please them. You don't have to share this just opened hurt with those who won't support you dream."

Dream still feels sick "won't that be selfish?"

Blue shakes his skull "people demanding you share your trauma with them are entitled. You don't have to tell anything if you aren't comfortable."

Dream sniffs before nodding.

Blue nods and slowly helps him too his feet "Now. We came here with a mission and that was to find out what was up with your magic... the book didn't hold the answer so i am going to assume it may have to do with adult you. is there any other place you could learn more of yourself?"

Dream frowns. his head still a bit foggy "maybe... mom would know... but she never told us much... and she is gone... and i haven't been there since... well. i turned to stone." even after he got broken out he hadn't been brave enough to return.

Blue nods "How about.... we walk around first... see if we find anymore... clues" he eyes the book before looking back at him "And once you are ready go see your mom?"

Dream thinks for a moment before nodding.

Dream and Blue end up going to the hill after a quick walk around the village. All the good memories that Dream had had had already turned bittersweet after them dying. Now? They just burned him. Made Dream angry in a way he couldn't put into words. He had helped those unthankful assholes! He helped them day after day after day! Adn they hurt... they hurt... They killer his mother! They tried to kill Nightmare!

They walk up the hill silently and dream is dragging is feet.

Dream didn't think he could feel worse but he was wrong.

Because right by the dead stump of his mother.

Are two old graves.

One saying Nim. One saying Dream.

The worst part is that they looked well maintained and there are fresh flowers on them.

After that Blue calls it a day and helps him home. Saying that they will ask other people in the multiuniverse about gods changing powers later. and with a crack like thunder they teleport away and out of that universe again.

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... *coughs* did someone say brother complex? Also this ended up a lot longer than planned? Woops? Look it was just suposed to be about Dream seeing tiny NIghtmare in their old AU but then a lot happened and I figured Dream also had a lot of trauma and well... tada?

Look. I never said Dream was dealing well with the changes... If i am being honest Nightmare took his own slight body horror better than Dream took the slight changes around him and the vision of his younger brother :3

First: here Prev: here Next: here

anyway. Love you all. You are fun and nice to hang out with! See you next drabble. also i can't believe this account that i just had to give little extra information abut my main AU just... has a second AU living here now.... guess that happened...

#RealAgeAU #Nightmare Sans #Dream Sans #Swaptale Sans #Blue sans #deaged Nightmare #Gang as family #team as family #writing #drabble #*checks tags and nods* that should be it #utmv #wait forgot that one #anyway #that was a lot longer than planned and more of a gutpunch than i originally planned #but hey sometimes you just get writing and you gotta let it flow you know?#... anyway. Yes Nightmare had really been there #He saw Dream #panicked #Ran towards whoever of the gang was there with him #and the teleported out seconds before Dream opened the door to the house #So good news Dream isn't going insane!#also good news dream doesn't think Nightmare is a child again so good news for nightmare he wasn't discovered dicovered #dream just thinks he is hallucinating because of guilt and grief :D #I would tell him to talk with Dust about it because he has experience #but yeah... that probably won't go over well either #anyway by until i get in the mood to write another drabble or until i get a new idea that won't leave me be

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