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asukamood · 2 months

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Apology to Deaf Ears (DT Twins)

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I was literally writing the next chapter of my Cold Front fic when I woke up on the 24th with such a good angst idea for the twins that I broke down first thing in the morning.

(Note: I am not blaming any of the twins for what happened to them, which is not the case for the twins themselves. Do keep in mind that at the time of this story, the twins were both 5 and it is normal for children like them to act immaturely and blame the wrong people, especially seeing the environment they are living in.)

With that said, enjoy your reading!

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Warnings: Suicide (stabbing), blood, heavy angst for both twins, hints of physical abuse

Synopsis: Nightmare had never understood why the characters in his novels always felt sick at the sight of blood. He was covered in his own blood every day, yet it never made him throw up. Now he understood, he understood too well.

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If there was someone who Nightmare particularly resented, apart from himself, it was Dream.

He hated the way people loved him so much, what did he even do to deserve all the attention anyway? What did he have that Nightmare lacked?

He hated the way protecting the Tree has fallen on his shoulders alone while Dream was playing around. Why was he allowed to slack off while Nightmare had to do both their jobs alone, as injured as one could be?

He hated how naive the other was, always falling for Nightmare’s stupid lies when he was asked about his injuries. How could he have gotten this hurt by simply falling off a branch? Was Dream just stupid or did he simply not care about Nightmare? The latter would bet the correct supposition was the second explanation.

He hated how mocking the other’s hollow ‘I love you’ sounded. He hated how he had to live in the other’s shadow. He was as good as his brother, hell, maybe he was even better! He just could not understand. Why not him?

But above all, he hated the way he nagged him by spending time with him and showing off how much happier he was than Nightmare, like he was doing currently.

“Get off.” He hissed, pushing Dream away from himself. That day, his brother had been particularly clingy and happy, for some reason determined to annoy him as long as humanly possible.

Seriously, he had even declined to spend time with his friends to annoy him more, how unhinged did he have to be to think of something like that?

The other let out a playful whine of protest but refrained from attempting to hug him again. A detail that Nightmare failed to notice at the time.

“Can we play then? It has been so long since we last played Tag You’re It!” Dream suggested, a wide grin spread across his cheeks as he seemed to reminisce about the old times. It made Nightmare sick.

With gritted teeth, he replied that he was not in the mood to play and would rather read. Dream’s bright smile did not leave his lips at the other’s refusal. If anything, it just got brighter.

Oh, there we go, something he hated and forgot to mention.

The way the other never took anything badly.

Nightmare would kill to be that way.

How foolish.

“Can you read me a story then? Last time we--”

“No.” He cut him off with a glare, making the other blink. At Nightmare’s expression, his smile turned into a worried frown.

“Did I say something wrong? Why do you look so angry?” He tilted his head to the side in confusion, somehow only managing to piss the other off even more.

“Because you’re annoying me.” He replied coldly, picking up the last book he had been reading off the ground. With his eyes fixed on the object, he could no longer see Dream’s expression. Not like it interested him. “Can’t you find someone else to bother?”

“I like spending time with you though.” A pause. “And you know I love--”

“And I hate you.” He flipped the page he was reading, noticing the way the other had stopped talking.

He looked back to him, Dream’s grin welcoming him back to reality.

He hated that lack of reaction too, he just said that he hated him, and he was smiling? He was right after all, Dream really did not care about how he saw him. Why would he? He had all those oh so wonderful friends, why would he care about that loser he called his brother?

If Nightmare had paid more attention, maybe he would have noticed how sad that smile really looked. He would have noticed how it did not reach his eyes.

“What are you still doing here?” He snapped, sending him yet another glare. “Are you going to gawk at me like that for long? I don’t want to see you anymore, just go.”

“... Okay.” He got up, making Nightmare focus back onto his book. He was most likely going to the village anyway, there was no reason for him to see where he was going.

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A few hours later, Nightmare started to feel bad about what he said.

He had been angry at that moment, but Dream was still his brother, he could not just tell him that he hated him like that. Nightmare looked up at the sky, deducing that it was the afternoon.

Honestly, he found it odd how the villagers had yet to come bother him but for once, he allowed himself to hope that the peace would last a bit more.

He closed the book, putting it into its usual place next to him--

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Something was under it.

Nightmare raised an eyebrow as he picked it back up, his eyes widening once he recognized Dream’s circlet. Did he forget it when he left? Nightmare shrugged; he will just give it back to him after he apologized.

He would not come back until the evening anyway, which gave him plenty of time to plan what he would say to him.

He let his head rest on the tree, slowly drifting off to sleep.

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When he woke up, the sight of wrinkling stars in the night sky welcomed him back. He had always loved looking at the stars, it reminded him of the good days without the villagers around.

He turned to his side, expecting to see his younger brother.

He froze when there was no sign of him.

“Dream?” He called out in surprise, standing up and looking around the tree and up the branches. No one.

Nightmare frowned.

That was unusual, no matter how long Dream stayed at the village, he had always come back once the sun had set. He once said that his favorite thing was to come back home after the night began.

Maybe he was still a bit busy? Nightmare sat down against the tree, waiting to see his brother’s silhouette approach the tree.

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All the lights in the village had gone out by now.

Yet, Dream was still nowhere to be seen.

Nightmare did not want to admit it, but he was worried, very worried. He got up from the tree again and reluctantly dragged his feet to the village. He had no want to step into that place, knowing that if he were caught, he would go through hell and back, but there was only so much he could do.

He let out a long breath as he passed the gate. No scream, that was a good sign.

A man in the tavern’s balcony was sprawled on a table, an alcohol bottle in hand. Seeing no one else around, Nightmare decided to risk talking to him.

He tapped his shoulder and the grown-up groaned as he was shaken awake, looking over to who woke him up. He glared at Nightmare once he recognized him, slurring something about killing him if he did not get out of his sight. Nightmare ignored the threat, instead asking where he had last seen Dream.

Thankfully for the child, the older man was far too wasted to bother swinging at him. So wasted, in fact he was pleasant enough to answer his question.

“How the fuck should I know?” He hiccupped, taking another sip of the beverage. “That brat did not show up today.” He hit the table with his fist, frustrated. “If it was not for him staying with your sorry ass, my other house would have been finished by now.”

Nightmare could feel his heart drop in his stomach, the rest of the man’s complaints getting lost in the wind.

Dream never went to the village?

Ditching the man, the young boy raced to the entrance of the village, his head filled with Dream’s possible whereabouts. He was neither at the tree nor at the village. Besides these two locations, there was the forest and the cliff. But if he was in those areas, why did he go there in the first place?

And more importantly, why was he still not back?

His breathing sped up.

What if he was in danger?

He shook his head, pinching his wrist. He winced but, in the end, he was able to forcefully calm down. Panicking would not help him find Dream.

These two areas were big, so he had better get started now.

The closest area to the village was the forest, he would get started there.

He ran between two trees, looking around every tree and yelling Dream’s name as he did so, hoping the other would eventually answer his calls or show up.

When he was met with no answer, he walked deeper into the forest, desperation now laced with his voice. The forest was quiet, far too quiet to be normal.

Still nothing.

He was running now, yelling his name even louder than he already was. He could feel his vocal cords straining in his throat, but he could not care less then, too focused on the task.

Eventually, as he was starting to lose hope, he finally caught a glimpse of orange behind a tree. The boy heaved out a sigh of relief before being overtaken by anger. If he was right there, why did he not answer his calls?

“Dream!” He shouted as he walked over to the tree, said one’s cape getting closer. “Why did you not come back? Do you know how worried I--”

As he finally walked around the tree, Dream’s lightless eyes and the knife planted in his chest finally came into view.

The next thing Nightmare knew was that he saw himself throw up nearby, trembling as he turned back toward Dream. There was so much blood.

Nightmare had never understood why the characters in his novels always felt sick at the sight of blood. He was covered in his own blood every day, yet it never made him throw up. Now he understood, he understood too well.

“Dream...?” He approached the other, slowly. That... he was still asleep, right? It could not be real. He crouched down next to him, his fingertips brushing his shoulder. He was cold. Why was he so cold?

“Hey, why are you not saying anything?” He shook him. “That’s not funny anymore, come on Dream, let’s go home.”

The other’s head fell awkwardly on his shoulder, a few strands of his hair covering his eyes. Apart from that, no reaction was given to Nightmare’s words or actions.

He shook him again, tears welling up in his eyes. “Stop scaring me! You said you would come back home no matter what! We even promised to never leave each other!”

“We promised!” He repeated, as if to enhance the importance of a promise.

However, he could scream as much as he wanted, there was no bringing back a dead soul.

At last, he finally broke into hysterical sobs as he held onto the corpse of his brother like his life depended on it. “We can play as much as you want, I can read you as many stories as you like! We can hug whenever you want! I won’t push you away anymore, I promise!”

“So please...” His voice broke as he cupped the other’s cold cheek, trying so hard to feel any kind of warmth coming from the other’s skin. “Say something, anything. Don’t leave me alone...”

Silence.

“I...” He hiccupped. “I’m sorry for what I said earlier, I didn’t mean it, I swear! I love you too. Even if I may have been frustrated at you sometimes, you’re still my brother, I could never hate you!”

He buried his face in his neck as he sobbed. “Please don’t make me bury my best friend, I’m sorry for being such a bad brother. I promise to make it up to you just give me a chance, please.”

His pleads were ignored and so were his apologies.

Oh, how cruel the gods were.

In a last attempt to get some sort of reaction out of the other, he brought his hand to his level. From it, a piece of paper fell.

With a shaky hand, he managed to retrieve what Dream was holding in his fist. He opened the ball, revealing an exact replica of a silly drawing of themselves when they were still satisfied with one another in the world.

A messy Tree of Feelings labelled “Home” stood in the background with yellow and black ovals littering the leaves to represent their respective apples. In front of it, two figures with questionable anatomies stood beside each other, holding hands.

One of them was wearing a light blue-sky outfit and a round circlet and the other a purple outfit with a crescent moon engraved on the head garment.

There was only one difference: if the original drawing had both figures smiling from ear to ear, this one had Dream smiling and Nightmare wearing an angry frown.

At that instant, with tears falling down the paper, Nigthmare wanted nothing more than to tear away that angry-looking figure from the smiling one and burn its remains.

#angst #dream sans #utmv dream #dreamtale #nightmare utmv #utmv fanfic #utmv #utmv au #nightmare sans #passive nightmare sans #dreamtale twins #pre apple incident #apple twins

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m-to-z-andbackto-m · 2 months

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(TLDR at the bottom)

(I FORGOT TO POST THIS AND IT'S JUST BEEN SITTING IN MY DRAFTS COLLECTING DUST 😭)

More DreamTale ramble because it's their birthday and I still don't have their gift finished 😭

DreamTale By Joku 🫶

DREAMTALE is about BALANCE correct?

>:)

>:/

>:(

Okay, yeah I'm not too excited about this one but here we go (That's a lie, I'm hella invested):

Original:

Nightmare - Died once, is a pelvis hole, pretty sure he unalived one of Killer's cats or at least attacked it, being of hate, literally no one should be happy around him (He might KILL YOUR CAT if you are smh)

Dream - Was turned to stone once, definition of a cinnamon roll, authentic Disney princess (Reference), way too kind and hopeful for his own good, literally no one should be upset around him

Okay we got this? Nightmare? Super Uncool. Dream? Super Wholesome.

Right okay so DreamTale having this Balance shtick, I think it makes Sans (Ba Dum Tsss) that in versions where Nightmare is actually likable (DadMare), Dream is... Less likable...

Like canonically that's a load of bull shart and super unlikely to be the case, like, ever

But making one likable (In this case, Nightmare), more often than not, renders the other unlikable (Dream), I've seen it, over and over (Examples):

Rehabilitation Multiverse (I 🫶 Them) (Guys go read Little Assistant on Quotev, I beg, it's so cute, they have a blog on here too <3)

BJTBS and more of Dark's content

That one multiverse where Dream is essentially the embodiment of toxic positivity (Crazed? Dream?) and Nightmare has gotta go around fixing up mishaps (Really liked this idea, it takes the whole thing I'm talking about and multiplies it by 20)

I think Shattered Dreams should count too?

Okay actually those are the only ones I've personally looked into myself (I think DreamSwap by Kai might count too but I haven't looked into DS since... 3... years ago... yeah-) but I've seen it mentioned over and over, whether someone's ranting about a fanfic they read or doodles people make

Due to these observations, I conclude:

Common DreamTale Occurrence: To have a likable Nightmare, you need a less-than-ideal Dream. To keep your pure Dream, you gotta have a hateful Nightmare.

Exceptions:

Both Are Unlikable (Rare?)

Both are likable (but don't see eye socket to eye socket if you wanna keep that conflict, or they vibe together neutrally if you don't care for the conflict)

Redemption Variations

Most Truce Multiverses

Petty/Joke/Non Or Semi Serious Versions

Etc...

Examples of each exception except the first one because I haven't seen that yet:

Both Likable: Nightmare may be DadMare, neutral, hold his own morals that from his perspective are understandable, or secretly still cares for Dream. Dream may be angsty, close to canon, naive, or also hold his side of morals that are still valid I've also seen one where he's been manipulated by the village so any toxic (behavior isn't/beliefs aren't) his fault. (I think it was called RoseVerse, found it on YT, really cool stuff!)

Redemption Variations: This mainly revolves around Nightmare redeeming himself, or the group as a whole, possible P!Nightmare.

Truce Multiverses: Self explanatory, The Stars (Or in this case, mostly Dream) and Nightmare's Group (Again, in this case, mostly Nightmare) agree on a truce

Semi To Non Serious Multiverses: Joke comics can follow the observation but also not since they're not canon anyways, like Roxy's overprotective Nightmare (StareMare!) drawings, or The Worst Smile comic (I think... That was the name...)

Summary: DreamTale's Balance shtick and the pattern of having one Apple Brother likable rendering the other unlikable is so common, I propose it as sort of a common occurring rule(?) that has some exceptions because this fandom is limitless regardless of it's patterns

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borisboring · 18 days

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my first moodboard !!

i don't know if i like it a lot bu ti also do soooo.....

#dream sans #utmv dream #moodboard

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ruschelleflores · 11 months

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Dream and an oc

They kinda look similar tho

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randommessibe · 4 months

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Just an old Dream doodle (still kinda proud of this)

#dream sans #au undertale #dreamtale dream #undertale multiverse #undertale drawings #utmv #utmv dream #dreamtale #he looks so squishy #cryptic oddities #the fate brothers

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sleepyzink · 6 months

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Hey guys i’m here to post my dream sans drawing :3

Yayayaya i’m so proud of it!!

Under the cut is a cropped version and the background >w<

:] alright have a good day y’all!! (I’m gonna disappear until the next drawing I finish)

#drawing #undertale aus #utmv #utmv fanart #yippee #fanart #dream sans #dreamtale dream #dream sans yay #goes insane #dream sans fanart #utmv dream #utmv art #idk how to tag in tumblr help #very cool background yaya #im in love with dream sans #dream sans have my heart body and soul #i need therapy #autism

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starlightartmaybe · 1 year

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Humanifies your skeletons Magical girls your boys

So i have this au It's a very indulgent one with only a concept of a story and a few scenes in my head

Basically, i very much enjoy the magical girl genre (although i haven't watched many u_u") so what better thing to do than mix it with your hyperfixation blorbos and making an au out of it; cause what else are you gonna do on a Saturday night.

I've been trying to find a good name for the au but so far i've just had the placeholder "Magic Club", not completely happy with it but it does the job-

It'd likely have a modern-y day city setting and i think the start would go something like 'Nightmare and Dream sorts through their mother's belongings after she passed away, while rummaging around with bittersweet nostalgia and putting boxes away Dream finds a small circular case with a golden sun on it's centre.

It stuck out to him, most of the stuff he'd been putting away they'd already seen before, had memories with or saw laying around. The case was pristine, it'd likely only been opened a few times, well hidden too. Nightmare noticed his brother's distraction, seemed like he found something interesting.'

And then they open it and the little charms would be inside and they'd be like 'whaaa? why such a case for these small little charms?' then they'd put it away or smth then dream finds it glowing in the middle of the night and goes be a curious fella and opens it and aaaaall the charms shoot out of it and one just hits him square in the face.

classic

I'd figure ink and error join in a bit later on as the brother duo find out where the other two charms went. The charms should have some sort of thematic element to them but i haven't figured that out yet... Oh yeah and they probably awaken some old evil being when they release the charms and it turns into a miraculous ladybug x Gitter force (Smile PreCure) like situation.

Anyways this is getting longer than i'd like, i have a few sketches and refs so i'll put that under the bar but- Gah! this took me foreveeeer! heheh it turned out great tho and i hope you like it too ☆

These characters belong to their respective creators Dream and Nightmare - jokublog Ink - comyet Error - loverofpiggies

Reblogs are appreciated ✨

Sketches wooooow

oh yeah, it's ✨fruity✨

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nyanthenyan · 5 months

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#drawing #digital art #nyan's doodles #art #fanart #doodle #digital drawing #dream sans #utmv #undertale #utmv dream #dream utmv #imn=b not okay #killm me #tw blood #tw death #ask to tag #whatever ig #Youtube

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groovygladiatorsheep · 1 month

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Fleeting lullaby | Gift for a very cool person :3

HEYHEY !! This is quite the elegant pal, of the apuldor psalter au by someone very cool who you should follow actually !!

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𖥸 Credits..

Apuldor psalter Dreamtale auTM by @sunnemona ⭐️

Og Dreamtale by Joku.

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#mdraw #apuldor psalter #the apuldor psalter #This Dream uses they/them !!!!#!!!!#dream #dreamtale #Dreamtale variant #dreamtale sans #dream!tale #dream!sans #dream sans #fanart for fren #!!#utmv dream #dream utmv #utmv fanart

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itsxroxannex · 9 days

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It's just them running away from Nightmare and the gang🙂💀 Boi I haven't drawn the stars in a while.

Dream belongs to Jokublog Underswap belongs to P0pcornPr1nce Ink belongs to Myebi/comyet

#utmv #undertale #sans #ink sans #underswap sans #underswap #dream sans #star sanses

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asukamood · 4 months

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Realization (Apple Twins’ Birthday Special)

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Warnings: Fighting (brief), past violence/abuse?/blood, implied self-harm (light)

Synopsis: Nightmare breathed deeply through his nose, his head resting on his hand, his single eye blew wide.

This... this was seriously the worst.

How did he not realize how wrong his thoughts were? How... foreign they were to him? How did he not realize how out of character he was being?

And most importantly, when, and how did he turn into such a monster?

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This was awful.

No, awful was not even the correct word to describe this situation, perhaps “the worst” was better.

Five hundred years.

Five hundred years of tormenting everything and everyone who came on sight.

For five hundred years, he had done enough things to put even the renowned ruler of hell to shame.

Nightmare breathed deeply through his nose, his head resting on his hand, his single eye blew wide.

This... this was seriously the worst.

How did he not realize how wrong his thoughts were? How... foreign they were to him? How did he not realize how out of character he was being?

And most importantly, when, and how did he turn into such a monster?

As he walked, he could hear the whispers of the villagers, loud and clear. If they knew he had superhuman hearing, he did not know, perhaps the fact he could hear them was on purpose. It did not change how he felt about the whole situation in the slightest.

“It’s that cursed child again...” As his presence was slowly noticed, a woman hid her child’s eyes as she quickly led them back home, shutting the door locked. “What is he doing here? Did we not make it clear he was not welcome here?”

He gripped the book in his arms even tighter, speedwalking to his destination. He wished he could just tune out their god-awful voices.

“Are you sure that’s the same guardian of negativity everyone is talking about?” Someone whispered to another person lowly. “He looks weak and quite honestly pathetic.”

“That’s what he wants you to think!” The other person sneered, sending a death glare to the child. “He takes this appearance and acts all shy so you can let your guard down!”

“If you do that, he’ll reveal the worst monster you’ve ever met.”

That could not be--

“Boss?” A familiar voice suddenly called out from outside the door, knocking. The noise jolted Nightmare out of his daydreaming, blinking. He was still sitting on his bed. “Are you okay? I was supposed to report to you fifteen minutes ago, but you were not in the throne room...”

“Apologies, I’m here.” He responded, shaking the thoughts out of his head, and standing up. He opened the door, and the first thing that hit him was the fresh wave of vague despair that made his tentacles behind sway in content. He frowned; it felt so... wrong.

Empty black holes from where several tear strains filled with tar stared up at him, an equally cold grin stretching the man’s lips. Killer. He was flipping his knife in the air, catching it before it fell to the ground and continuing the action until Nightmare started speaking.

He remembered liking the way he would receive a fresh wave of pain when he would purposely mess with his hand, making him unable to catch his knife in time and ending up stabbing his palm.

From where he was, Nightmare could still see the fresh scars on his hands.

It used to amuse him but now, it was just sickening.

He felt like throwing up.

“You should stop playing with your knife.” The younger one nodded, his knife dissipating as soon as the order was given. “So, about that report?”

“Dust and Horror are on their way to Sciencetale to retrieve the tools you’ve bought like you told them to.” He explained flatly, his smile becoming more disturbing the more he talked. “As for me, I wiped out that village in TimeTale as you asked, they didn’t know anything about the attack on one of our bases though.”

Nightmare sensed a mini spike of disappointment in other as he mentioned his genocide. But it had an odd feeling to it.

Of course it would feel strange.

Nightmare robbed him of his ability to feel emotions as he should.

The thought made him gag, making his subordinate raise an eyebrow.

“What’s going on with you, boss?” He looked at him, quizzically, his hands in his pockets. “Oh, is it because I covered my scars today? I can--” He began rolling up his sleeves and Nightmare stopped him immediately, frowning.

The hints of blood could already be seen and picked up in the air.

“There would be... no need for that.”

“Okay?” He let his sleeve fall back over his palm again. “By the way, Dust called me a few minutes ago and said that they stumbled upon the Star Sanses, should we get going?”

“The Star Sanses...” Nightmare repeated, an image of a beaming Dream coming to mind. He froze, his eyes widening in horror as he realized the last time, he had ever seen Dream being happy was more than four centuries ago.

And that he was the main reason explaining that loss of happiness.

“They said you were a monster?” A younger Dream in a bright sky-blue blouse repeated, looking both offended and horrified. “How dare they say that about you! They certainly have not a shadow of a clue as to what they are talking about!” His cheeks puffed in anger as he crossed his arms around his chest.

“I will give them a piece of my mind!” Dream stood up abruptly and Nightmare had to tug him back down by his sleeve, fearing they might blame Dream’s sour on him again.

“That... won’t be necessary...” He sighed as Dream sat back down.

“But we can’t just let them say that about you!” Dream argued, eyebrows furrowed.

“It doesn’t matter what they say.” A voice at the back of his head was telling him off for lying to his face like that but he ignored it, focusing on Dream instead. “Do you think that of me too?”

“Night!” Dream called, looking upset. “Of course I do not think that of you! To me, you are the best person and brother in the world, you are nowhere near being a monster.”

Nightmare smiled softly. “Then that is all that matters, I could not care less m what other people think of me. If you still like me, nothing else matters.”

“...” Killer tilted his head to the side, the more time passed, the more confused he was.

“Boss?” Nightmare shook himself awake again.

“Tell them to retreat.” Killer’s eyes blew wide open, or rather, they would have been if they were visible and not covered in some sort of tar.

“What?” He shouted in response to this unexpected order, this close to putting his hand on the other’s forehead and checking if he had a fever.

“You heard me.” Nightmare waved his reaction away with the back of his hand, walking past him toward the kitchen. “I want them back in the castle in ten minutes.”

“I uh... okay??” Killer confusedly confirmed, watching the other walking away.

Once the two others were back, he was going to snatch some med from the infirmary. This was not true; surely there must have been a fever dream intervening.

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“What the fuck are Boss and Killer doing?!” Dust screeched as he jumped in the air, avoiding one of Blue’s attacks and instructing a Gaster Blaster to fire at him. The target in question easily stepped away from the laser beam, replying with another wave of blue and orange bones. “We need back-up over there!”

“Don’t ask me!” Horror shouted back from behind a tree, trying to avoid getting hit by one of Dream’s glowing blue arrows that moved at an impressive speed. He clenched the phone in his hand, impatiently waiting for a new pop-up notification.

Suddenly, he was quite thankful for the fact Dream had no intention of killing any of them. It was obvious that he was only firing all these arrows to keep him from moving and potentially attacking.

If he actually wanted him dead, he would already be ten feet underground.

A new ding.

He looked down at the screen.

And a screech escaped him.

“WHAT?!” The shout was so loud that it even interrupted the flow of arrows, by a millisecond yes, but it was still incredible that it did. Meanwhile, Blue and Dust have stopped fighting altogether.

“What is it?” Dust shouted, slightly worried that they were not coming in the end.

“... BOSS IS ASKING US TO RETREAT.” Blue’s jaw dropped to the floor as Dust choked from surprise, victim of a sudden violent fit of coughing.

“SAY WHAT NOW?!” Even Dream was stunned from shock at the words, his rain of arrows stopping altogether as the last glowing projectile landed in the muddy ground, dissipating in a mess of electric blue particles.

The couple looked at each other in disbelief, Blue silently asking Dream as to what they should do. After all, he was the leader so he should be the one to make the calls.

He told him to stay put for now and observe the situation.

Seeing that the arrows had finally stopped going after him, Horror leaped out of his hiding place, axe in hand to show Dust what he was talking about. He shoved the device in the other’s face and the latter’s eyes squinted at what he read.

There was no misunderstanding possible, Killer wrote right and clear that the two of them were to return to the base in the following ten minutes.

They looked at each other before shifting toward their enemies, who seemed just about as lost as they were.

“I... guess we’ll see you two in our next battle??” Horror said, awkwardly waving.

“I suppose?” Blue scratched his neck, at loss for words.

“And uh, happy birthday Dream.” Dust added.

“Thank you?” A long and awkward silence.

“... I think we’re going to go now.”

“Right, goodbye.”

Dust opened a portal and the two of them hopped inside, leaving Dream and Blue frozen in the same spot. Eventually, Blue managed to sigh.

“I’m sorry about our date Dream, if I knew that things would end up like this...” Blue shook his head, feeling a migraine already settling in. “What even was that about?”

“I wouldn’t be about to tell you either...” Dream whispered, lowering his head. He smiled as Blue intertwined their hands and squeezed his in an attempt to comfort him. “But perhaps... He wanted to have a peaceful birthday for once?”

“Maybe.” Blue shrugged, planting a kiss on his cheek. “Either way, I’m happy to spend time with you.”

“As am I.” Blue tugged him toward a portal leading to a world of stars.

“Come on, we can still save that date and go admire the stars.” He enthusiastically exclaimed, Dream letting himself be dragged inside it.

Lowly, he let out a single sentence.

“Happy birthday, Nightmare.”

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