The Monster You Created [Completed]

11. Haunting Memories

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Dream ran after his fiance-no- husband. Giggling as he chased him, he could feel a small ache in his left leg from it, but the pain was barely even noticable anymore.

Fundy turned around suddenly, grabbing him and tackling him to the ground, covering his face in small kisses.

Dream smiled at him, his mask long gone, as it had been for years now.

3 years.

It had been 3 years since the whole incident with Nightmare.

He still remembers everything as if it all happened yesterday;

•°~FlashBack Time~°•

Dream woke up after Niki finished stitching up the countless wounds all over him.

He groaned in pain, the stitches burning, the wounds throbbing. Fundy was still by his side, his ears and tail twitching with worry.

"You gotta make sure he drinks those potions sometime today, Fundy." Niki instructed, bracing herself and opening the door, jumping out of the way.

Surprisingly, only Puffy, Bad, George, and Sapnap were there.

"Where is everyone?" She asked, slightly relieved at the lack of people.

"They went out to get supplies. That all agreed it would be best for only the muffinteres and Puffy to be here at the moment! They don't wanna overwhelm him." Bad said, smiling brightly.

They all gathered around Dream, who was still slightly disoriented, but he was happy to see them.

"H-hey guys." He said in a weak voice.

They gathered around, gently hugging him, talking, and planning.

Niki walked over with another one of the potions used to kill Nightmare, and handed it to Dream, "Remember, you gotta take these every now and then. But it won't have to be forever."

"Thank you." Dream said, carefully taking it and drinking the potion, it tasted sweet but also seemed to have a powerful feeling to it.

Dream felt some stuff drip out of his eyes, he thought it was more if the black goo bit when he touched his face he realized it was tears.

"Dream?" Fundy asked, moving closer to him and gently squeezing his hand.

"I'm sorry....it's just I didn't think i-i'd be able to see all of you again...I though he'd be in control forever." Dream stuttered, wiping at his eyes, and wincing slightly at the movement.

"Awww! Dream it's okay, you don't have to worry about him anymore!" Fundy said, kissing him on the cheek.

Niki came back in with another potion, "He needs to go back to sleep. If he rests the potions and gapples will take effect quicker."

Dream nodded, drinking the potion and laying back down, "Thanks, I love you guys."

°•~Present Time~•°
Dream tackled Fundy, making the ginger under him squeal and start laughing, he flipped over, pinning Dream to the ground and kissing him.

He got off his husband and laid beside him, looking at the clouds that went by.

"How are you feeling?" Fundy asked out of nowhere, turning to the blonde next to him.

Dream grinned, "Not possessed, and happy."

Fundy smiled back, moving closer to Dream, putting an arm around him.

They wee finally happy together, and he would make sure it stayed that way.

The End

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I always hated the legends...they always lead to books, and more people knowing about me than I wanted...

Eventually, those books led to cures. But, while they were cures for common people, they weren't for someone's who destiny was to be trapped with me.

After all, my job is to make his life a n̸̨̛̹̟̰̺̻͎̟͓̻̝͉̝̺̬̥͕̮̱̦̥͍͆͊͐͋̓̐̒̎́͂̊̎̓̄̿̑̀̌̇̾̇́̈͑̏̾̀͑́͋́̍̓̀̏͐͂͛̓̅̌͊͐̎̈́͗͌́̓̍̅̄͐̓͐̉̔̅̇̈̊̓̇̈́͐̐̋̔̏̔͐̍̊͊͗̒̓̿̿̓̋͑̂͛͒̃́͑̅̐̌̂̇̔̿͗̓̄̀͋̀̎̕͘̕̚͝͠͝͝͝͠͠͝͝ͅį̵̢̛̘̫͚̯̯̦̲̭̥̳̗̦͙̰̀͂̈͊̔̓̎̈́̐̈́͆̈́̓̋̐̃͛̂̾͆̄̒̐͒̈̑̾͂̓͗͂̑̓͒͊͐̋̅͊͛͊̑̇̽̽͌̓͛̐̂̀̊̒̕̕̕͘͘͝͠g̶̨̨̡̡̡̧͓̖̭̳̖̠̭͔͔͍̬̺̗͙̩̻͕̮͕̼͚̮̼̭̳̖̘̣̖̗͉̥͙̫̣̱̮̯͚̲̞̫̯̻̫̘̲̳͇̞̖̣̙̺̖̬̖̋̈́̍͛̏̋̈́̈̉͒̃̿͌̕͘̚͜͝h̴̡̡̧̧̡̨̩͇͇͖͉̣͙̻͉͔̰̟̖̗͖͎͉̗̤̣͕̼͔̠̻̖̝̘̲͚̥͓̻̭̯̣̗̝̤͍̯̼̻̮̰͍͇̤̯̻̦̭̲͈̲̲̤͔̟͈̙͍͍̻̥̯̗̠͕̲͍̟̥͖̟̃̐̓͜͜͜ͅͅt̵̨̧̨̨̧̨̨̛͓͚̼͕͖͙̰̳̲̭̪̞͕̙͎͖̦̬͇͖̤̼͉̞̣͉͕̤͉̹̺̳͎̭̦̫̦͙͎̗͈̺͎̬͙̻̒͋́͛͋̑̈́̆́́̋̌͆̆̒͐͛̏͗͊́̅̈́̋̿͒́́̍̅͒͋͛́͑̃́̀͂̓̓̌͌̓̈́̓͋̅̌̃́͆͗̅̒͗̈̊̐̕̚͘̚͜͜͜͠͝͝m̵̢̨̢̢̨̡̢̧̢̡̧̛̤̖͕̩̘̬͕̱̰͈̙̯̣̲͎̫̻̼̳̞͔̻͓͚͖̳̘̯̲̼͇̜̤̣͕̠̮̬͉̦̝̹̥̲̬̮̺̦̘͇̻̩͇͔̻̼̠̪̘̬̥͕͙̖̖̻̳̝̝̹̻͙̞̻̻̻͔̓͌̇͒͐̐̆̃́̀̀͌̏́̂̔́͐͊̍͒͂̃͆͐̓̽̓́̄̒̿̅͑̈́̒̽̐̐̈́̃̄̈́̓̓̄͛̉̊̌͆́̅̈̈́̽͗͌̃̅̋̉̂̔̀̅́̃̂̽́̓̽̌͆̓͌̌͌̕̚͘͘͘͘͝͝͝͝͠͝͠͝͝ͅͅä̶̢̧̛̛̛̛͓͈̠͍̯͕̬̺̦̹̳̐͆̋͌̍̌̔̈́̓̌̊̈͂́͗̑̎͗̋͆̂͒̐̎̋͒́̄͐̈́̓͂͛̿͌̄̐͂̈́̊̈̿͊̈́̎̊̏͊͒̀̆̓̓͌̋͊̅͌͌̇̉̿̑̊̐̓͒̏̈͛͗̽̑̆̂͛͛̽̀̓̋̀̄̈͊̽̈́̒̈́͊̆͐̕͘̕͘̚̕͠͝͝͠͝r̷̡̢̛̛̛̛͙̩̻̲͈̣̰̜̙̠͉̟̹̫̞̈̾́̾̂̀̈́̀̀̌̈́̽̀̔̂̏̅̒̐̈̎̓͛̂̎͌̌̀̐͛̉̽̅̓̿̊̐͗̑̊̓̿̔̓͐͑̋̍̅̔̌͂̈́̾̂̒̉̅̏̒̓̈́͐̍̏̾̓̅̈́͂̍̐̆͆̈́̌̈́̇̆̍̔̌̏̂͗̿͘̚̚͘̕̕͘͘͘͝͝͠͝͠͠͝͠ë̸̡̨̧̛̛̯͓͚̩̼͈͎̳͇̬̱̼̩̥̥͓̞̝͙̬̖̱͙̜̭̫̼̭̗͙̻̜͔̹̟̙̤̰͍͌̈͒̓̀̐̇̎̈́͛͌̉̌̀̔̏͆̿̄̑̾̈͌̍͑͐̉̒͒̈̾̓̽̚͘͘͜͜͝

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