Chapter 2
It was dark. Where was he? Oh yeah, the dungeons, rigghhht. Then………Wait Where was he?
This was not the dungeons, although the walls appeared that way, It was not. Everything, minus the room itself, was black with teal accents, sometimes a pop of purple. The walls were grey stone, a shuddering reminder of the dungeon. Dream decided the rock was one he had never heard of, however, unbelievable that may be with his months of study on types of stones. It almost looked like granite, but the rock might have been the same substance Stone was. The floor was light wood. He would have to guess pine, as it was the right tint. The ceiling was a black canvas littered with things reminiscent of stars. Like glitter, but glowing by itself. This all reminded him of…..
Wait. No, he wouldn’t. Not against his parents. Dream laughed bitterly as the image of their faces as they found out their only son betrayed them for him. Although, this may be a dream. No, a nightmare(no pun intended). No way would this happen and a bitter taste in his voice would be heard if he spoke, he was sure. He would wake up in the dungeons in a few minutes or so. No one would rescue him. He was doomed.
Then a knock jumped him. Not metal, like the cage bars, but wood. ‘Just in case, act normal.’ He thought.
“Come in!” He said with an almost real smile.
“Uhhhhh ok?” said a dark voice. The voice of his counterpart. ‘No way’ he thought, smiling fakely as Nightmare opened the door.
“You are so weird,” Nightmare commented.
“What do you mean?” Dream asked.
“Only you can be tortured, forced into dungeons by your own parents,” Night started, Dream flinched at the word “parents” but Nightmare didn’t notice as he continued, “and be in a coma for months while being beaten, only to finally be saved, having a cracked soul, then wake up with a smile like you won a trip to Disneyworld.” Night rolled his eyes.
“What can I say?” Dream said, laying back, “Night, you worry too much. Relax, everything is fine.”
“It is not! Your own parents-”
“I’m going to stop you right there,” Dream said, smile gone, looking stern, though not with the dark skeleton in front of him, “those two people Were never my parents. Never, not once.” Nightmare stared in shock. Dream was never this rude. Not even to him, who tried to KILL HIM! What had they done to him?
“Now,” Dream said, back to his normal tone, “What are we doing today?”
“You’re getting rest,” Night said as Dream groaned, “I’m going to go get food.”
“How do you get it?” Dream asked, scared of the answer.
“We steal from Red’s dimension so we don’t look suspicious,” Night said calmly.
“Oh! That’s actually sort of funny when you think about it from their Pap’s point of view!”
“Why do you call them Paps? I’m curious,” Asked Nightmare.
“Oh, it’s just habit ig” said Dream.
“Did you just say the acronym? For I guess. In real life?”
“Yep,” said Dream.
“Oh my god Dream!” Nightmare said. Dream chuckled.
“But I am a god!” Dream laughed.
“You did not,” Nightmare scowled.
“I’m a Sans. I had to!” Dream said.
“What?” Night asked.