Chapter 1
“No…….” Dream stared at the two haughty figures, one female, another male. They were the king and queen. He bowed, almost reluctantly as his two “companions” and all his “enemies” stared in curiosity. They had no clue. Then he saw Nightmare reluctantly approach. Dream nearly jumped off the cliff near him after having a realization. Night knew who these two are. Maybe not fully, but he knows of them in general. Well duh he would, Dream thought to himself. But even Nightmare wouldn’t... Right?
“Dream, What the heck are you doing???” He asked, with what would be his eyebrows raised in confusion. Dream slightly cringed. He just realized that he was the only one who knew the whole story. This is gonna be fun. Dream mouthed “He ate it”. The two tall royalty figures glared at Dream in surprise and confusion. “The apple. A corrupted one” he clarified. The two looked at Dream, then Nightmare, then his crown. They realized who Nightmare was. If looks could kill, Dream would be dead. Then again he would have died long ago but whatever. This is gonna hurt later he thought, seeing the death in the two high royals’ eyes. Then again, he expected this.
“It’s just being respectful. Why don’t you give it a try?” Dream said, standing up. Nightmare shut up after that, thank Asgore. “Everyone, these are mine and my dear. Brothers. parents. “ He said, feeling every syllable of the lie, hating all of it. He didn’t know anymore why he kept the secret. Was it for protection? Was it so Nightmare wouldn’t hate him? Maybe because he just likes the feeling of having one thing all to himself. Maybe. He could never be fully sure.
He started humming You Broke Me First as he looked at his feet. It was a great song in his opinion. It told of a person who finally fought back after being hurt horribly and deciding that they weren't going to let anyone break them and get away with it. No excuses. It just seemed so fitting that they, Dream, would hear such a comforting song that showed him he was not alone and that many people go through Negative times in their lives. It was a relief of sorts. A relief he was grateful for. An empowering idea. That he could stand up to the people who hurt him so badly.
He got a great idea. It would show those vile skeletons. He looked up, gazing into the three sets of eyes one at a time. One, a bright yellow. He remembered when his eyes were like that. The joy of possibly feeling loved only existed for him at the time. When they would play and dance and sing, carefree. He had felt so happy! He knew better than to ever let himself feel that way again.
The second pair of eyes was a neon teal, so unlike the ones he would stare into back in Dreamtale. The kind ones he would die to protect. He would still do so. No matter what. But now they are different. Cold, but not murderous. Scared, Dream supposed. Of what? They’re just making eye contact, jeez. Maybe night realized how dark dreams eyes are. Even though he’s seen them 50 billion times since they switched. Is he really that bad of a “spy”? Apparently. Oh well. Dream may talk to him later about it. That is gonna suck.
The third he only looked into reluctantly, The eyes were bright white, but Dream has no clue why the goddess of the night would have white eyes. He had a few theories, but that’s it. They were cold full of horrible intent. How much the person with those eyes took from him, he didn't know. She broke the Dream. She held no feelings but hatred as she stared into Dream’s eyes. Dream stared back with the same intent
It’s time, he thought, It’s time they get what they deserve. Then he tried to show them. The traitors. He sang with no eye lights, noticeable to only his “parents” and brother.
“I’ve run out of every reason.
Now suddenly you’re asking for it back,
Now would you tell me where’d you get the nerve?!”
“Dream?!” Nightmare yelled, more out of shock and fear than anger.
“Dream Carnation Afton.” Said his “mother”. Nightmare stopped for a second
“Afton…….?” Nightmare barely whispered. “Dream…..Afton?” He looked at Dream, the neon teal eyes almost begged him to say “It’s not true” or “they’re lying”
Dream stayed silent for a moment.
“Wow, I’m surprised!” The king said, “you actually shut up for once!”
Everyone Looked in surprise. It was a surprise to them that anyone would speak to Dream like that. Except for Dream who started again.
“You can say you ‘missed all that we had’,
But I don’t really care how bad it hurts”
“Ruthless, as per usual. Anyway, why would I miss a mistake like you?” The male, named Star, said. Nightmare noticed how like his own that sentence was. What had Dream done to them? Nightmare tried to figure out what his father meant by his words. Nothing fit and Night was running out of ideas. But his parents wouldn’t say something like that without reason, would they?
“Like we would care,” Said Midnight, The female ruler.
Everyone was silent before Dream sang again.
“When you broke me first,” Dream finished, before being escorted out of the room by the two “parents.” Everyone was silent, straining to hear something. Anything. Then a scream for help, unmistakably Dream’s. Everyone cringed as fake tears rolled down the faces of his “friends”. Then another scream. And another, until all was quiet.
That was it. Dream couldn’t think anymore, they broke him. Again. Maybe he had still been broken from before. He didn’t know. But it was the same result. He was broken. And they knew it. It made them so happy. He was silently looking at the sky as a shift in the aura of the place turned dark. Dream was taken to the original Dreamtale.
“Welcome home, Dream,” said the haughty higher voice. With a slam of metal bar walls and a click of a lock, he was once again downstairs in the familiar dungeons. It was cold. And he was alone.