Sometimes, Dream wondered why he though of his own world as different.

Different from what?

Was there somewhere he used to live?

He wondered why he was made the Guardian of Positivity. Why he and Nightmare couldn't just have normal lives.

He resent how cruel the world is to give his only brother the burden of being the Guardian of Negativity.

He resent the people who treated his brother badly as if he chose to be what he is in the first place.

He resent himself, because if only he had tried harder, none of this would've ever happened.

He isn't blind to their treatment towards his brother, nor does he approve of it.

Nightmare is his precious brother, and he'd be damned if he let (his brother experience what he had before his death) their bullying slide.

And he tried to stop them, to convince them wrong. He really did.

But it was not enough.

Nightmare never saw what Dream had done for him the moment his back was turned.

They were each other's only family, and no one understands one another quite like them.

Their lives were ok at best, but Dream couldn't help being content at what they had.

Until it ended.

In the form of a Black Apple.