Dream was sitting in his new place of life, Nightmare beside. His twin was sharing him what happened between the time he dusted and now. They were both again in the hidden room, their share body slouched on a velvet covered chair.

Nightmare stared in horror at the dust from his twin's body. He screamed in pure horror and Agony. Like Dream, his ever wanted goal was reached, but at what price.

No. He didn't want that.

Tears rolled down his pale cheekbones as he screamed in pure mental pain from his loss. He didn't expected this to be that painful. He laid himself in the dust as he finally calmed down. His throat hurt and he felt the want to die this instant to flee this suffering.

He stared at his hand to finally notice his scars were not there anymore. He touched his face, feeling no scars, his eye socket was healed. He stood up, looking at himself. He searched around him to find a glass. He ran to it.

His jaw dropped. He was in a very healthy form of himself. He was much taller than before. He used to be small like the original sans, but here, he's like a head more. He couldn't find any scars. He turned around himself to check his body. He was so used to his tar, it was the strangest feeling ever.

He felt weird in his right eye socket, when he stared at it, a yellow pupil was appearing. A vague of hope rose. Dream wasn't dead, he was within him.

Thinking quickly, Nightmare undressed himself from his ripped clothes and decided to wear Dream's black underclothes. That was very strange but that was so comfortable. He wore Dream's cape and sat against the mirror. He tried to introspect himself and found himself projected in a very strange place.

A patch of grass, trees, flowers. A little piece of Dreamtale in a dark void. He noticed the void. He understood what was happening. They are two in the body now. This is their place. Walking around, he heard a buzzing sound and found himself in front of a floating glitching screen. He saw in this screen what was in front of him, his hidden room.

"Rise and sit properly on a chair." Nightmare said.

His body didn't budge. Nightmare tried so many words in hope to make his body move but it did nothing. One of them should be in control in order to move. Great.

He opened his sockets to be in his room again. He could feel every feelings around him, positive and negative. That was new.

A ghost burst in, startling the twin out of his mind. The ghost jumped too, because Nightmare never saw him before.

"Papyrus ?" asked Nightmare.

"Dream ?! What are you doing here ?! Where's Dust's boss ??"

"That's me ! I'm Nightmare ! Fuck, it's complicated. What do you want ?!"

The ghost was too confused to speak. Nightmare grabbed Dream's circlet and his hoodie with a heavy sight. He closed his right eye socket and stare at Dust with his turquoise pupil.

"Papyrus."

"Oh !" answered the ghost. "Killer is getting madder with his maniac, Cross sent him to xtale, Horror is having a panic attack, we don't know where's Error and for fuck's sake what happened to you ?"

"Tsss..."

Nightmare turns himself to the mirror. He forces his magic to color both his pupils in gold and places his circlet on his head.

"I'm going to xtale. Tell Horror and Dust that something happened and that we might have to house three more persons. To prepare two rooms. I'm taking care of Killer."

Nightmare teleported himself to xtale. There, he did what he had to. He acted like he was a dark version of Dream. He help Cross by forcing Killer to sleep and leaned the killer against him. He checked him with his magic before Cross took him in his own arms.

"What did you do ?"

"I put him into a coma. He was being too dangerous. Error called me"

The last sentence was a lie. Cross took Killer bridal style to lay him in the bed. He tried to heal him but struggled. Nightmare approached and raised a hand to help him in silence. Cross didn't said or did anything, he accepted that help for the sake of Killer.

"You said Error called you." Said Cross.

Nightmare stared at Cross neutrally. But he could feels the confusion in the stare of his most loyal henchman. He could tell Cross was conflicted inside from his behavior. He knew Dream quite well and himself better. Nightmare still tried to keep his mask of a changing Dream. It was better if Dream was the one staying.

« You know how Night and I were created by a spirit..." Cross nodded, Nightmare continued. "We can feel each other's magic, presence... something to tell we still are alive..." Night's hands raised so he could see them. "Night's presence changed when he got corrupt... and now, I can barely feel him... but I can tell he turned back. He is in his old form and he's dying for only god knows how."

A pic of Dream's dusting body flashed before his eyes. Even if Dream was within him, this will taunt him for a very long time. He turned his head away while trembling at the memory.

"I don't want to die."

He felt Cross' feelings. A sinking deep and heavy feeling. Like a very feeling of a world crumbling down. Cross was deeply scared... no. He was shocked. Error arrived from a portal. Ink teleported at the same time. The drama is on.

"Dream?... Is- Is that true?" asked Ink.

Night tsked. That creator couldn't even differentiate his friend from the twin. He snapped, a deafening rage rose from his core for an unknown reason, but Nightmare knew it was from Dream's side, not his. Dream was pissed at Ink, even unconsciously.

"You-... Creator, you're a filthy liar and a traitor !"

He snapped and let his anger flying with his magic around. Everything happened fast. Night was blurting out all Dream's resentment in pure hatred. How he never heard his pleads, his advices, how he played with them all. The negative magic struck out, changing his appearance for the last time, shocking everyone. His familiar tar came out from his eyes like Killer's tears.

The guardian turned to Killer and squatted to him. He put his hand on the sleeping's back and moved swiftly his arm to the side in a fast motion, Killer's soul floating in his palm. Night's sockets were closed, He was ignoring Ink's screams.

"Sans... I'm cursing to losing half your feelings in order to protect your soul. Each emotion will be cut but you will still feel. With my core, you will be protected. With this magic, you will be protected. With my role, I repudiate the human named Chara living in your mind."

That was the curse. Killer's soul stayed a red heart, but a circle appeared like a target again. A heart shaped target. The new soul went back to its owner. A growl came from Nightmare as his turquoise circled stare locked with Ink's pupils.

"You made a mistake, Ink..."

Even Error flinched. Nightmare put his hand on his torso at the place of his soul. Everyone's look was pending on his actions. He pulled out his own soul to exposed it at the eyes of all. The usually golden soul was corrupted by purple and turquoise slime. It was leaking furiously and the colors were mixing into a weird black and neutral blue color. The soul was floating as Nightmare took the golden cloak to tear it and break the sun on it in two. He felt magic furiously fly through his bones for an unknown reason.

"You made so much, you need to learn... consequences for once."

He felt his magic fly again in his whole body, then merged into his back to explode his bones in a surprisingly painless way. He felt nothing. Two blue magic wings spread as well three tentacles that rolled themselves into a big tail. Tattoos appears on his forehead and arms.

Ink stared at the transformation in awe and pure horror. He asked. How did they survive such a fusion ? The answer scared them more. They just fought literal death with their despair.

Nightmare broke Dream's circlet and stared at Ink before wearing the broken item on his head.

"Now, Ink, what will you do?"

**

Dream listened at all and understood it all now. Nightmare played their transformation to legitimate it at the eyes of the gods.

Killer's problem was now solved. All the bad gang was there. Another one had to be solved now, and Nightmare knew this one is gonna be harder. He stared at Dream with sadness.

"You know you'll have to explain them. Now is the best moment."

"I-... I don't know how..."

"You'll have to take control. I'll be here, we can communicate."

Dream stares at his own wooden door, of his very own eyes. He felt like it was the biggest choice of his life. He couldn't abandon them, not after that much pain to have their beautiful daughter. He put his head on the door in pure confusion. What to say ? How to act ?

"Papa ?" asked the sweetest voice on earth.

Dream turned his pupilless sockets to his daughter, having the urge to cry as his look locks in Zita's eyes. She was behind him, her arms holding a big flower pot with violet blue irises. How fitting...