Chapter 3
“Oh darn, I’m exposed now,” Dream shrugged.
“What do you mean “you’re exposed”?”
“I’m a Sans. The Sans of Dreamtale and-”
“AND?!?!” Nightmare exclaimed.
“If you wouldn’t mind, I was about to finish” Dream said calmly
“Sorry, go on,” Night said.
“Thank you, I am indeed the Sans of Dreamtale but I am also the Sans of Underverse, and this multiverse” Dream explained. Nightmare’s mouth was open in shock.
“How many timelines?” He asked quietly.
“Where I’m the “Sans” Character? Dreamtale-187,349, Underverse- 12,345,863, This multiverse- 746,735,494,” Dream recited.
“Wow,” Night said, “that’s way more then I can remember.”
“Disbelief…. Ok, Dreamtale- 67,543, Underverse- 393, 734, This multiverse- 1,729,734,” Dream said without expression.
“Ummmm, you remember the exact number of where everyone elses’ too?” Night asked softly.
“Yes,” Dream notified Night, “I remember every timeline and we have not even gotten every possible outcome!” He said, almost exhaustively, but a remnant smile still on his face.
“How the heck are you so positive all the time?”
“I’m legit the guardian of positivity. Do you think I have a choice?” Dream asked.
“I suppose not,” Nightmare replied, “In fact, I’ve never seen you cry!”
“May I show you why?” Dream asked, hoping he said no.
“I guess,” Nightmare said.
A tear rolled down Dream’s cheek. It wasn’t hard to force one after years of holding them back. He shuddered as the pure negativity burned his bones, leaving a track of nothing. The bone was gone. Just a gap. Night gasped and hugged his brother.
“Why did you do that? You could have just told me,” Night complained.
“Because would you honestly believe that tears break down my bones?” Dream asked. Nightmare shook his head slowly, holding back tears of his own. “Night, it’s just my tears. You are all good to cry,”
So Night cried. For a couple hours, Dream hugged his opposite as he cried. Night felt a bit safer with his counterpart, even though they were total opposites. He knew Dream would protect him. It was nice.
Dream just sat back while Night cried, hoping to make the other as comfy as possible because he knew they would be there for a while. Night allowed Dream to move so that instead of sitting up, Night was laying right next to Dream. He snuggled into Dream, who was warm compared to the cold negativity that was Nightmare. When Night stopped crying they just sat there.
“Thanks,” Nightmare whispered.
“Anytime,” Dream said back in an undertone.