❀┊Forget Them My Dear

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Forget Them My Dear

Summary :

Nightmare's way to help Dream relieve his stress.

TW :
Heavy manipulation(?)
Hypnotism probably
Nightmare's too sweet this is illegal.

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Dream P.O.V (3rd)

He's been there for almost 3 months. But he doesn't know that.

He doesn't know how long he'd been sitting, playing with the clock, writing and listening to the lava flow and drip of the crying obsidian.

He's got a clock, sure, but keeping track of the days that passed was too exhausting.

He sat there, in the obsidian box, alone. Or was he?

Night mare was there.

Nightmare was the only one who he saw daily.

Sam stopped checking up on him.

He probably forgot about him.

Nightmare was always there for him.

Nightmare never once left his side.

He could've got up and leave Dream but he didn't.

He was losing his sanity second by second.

But good thing Nightmare was there.

Nightmare kept him sane.

Nightmare made him feel like he existed.

Nightmare made him remember that he was still alive.

Nightmare was who he ever saw.

No one was visiting him.

No one.

Not George, Not Sapnap. Well maybe Sapnap, although he only visited once. He even threatened to kill Dream if he ever escapes.

Everyone must've forgotten about him.

They've got better things to do than keep him sane, right?

No one visited him.

Not Punz, Ranboo never visited again and the same goes for Tommy.

He probably traumatized them enough to stop visiting him.

He thought Techno as a friend. And yet he never visited.

Techno thought of him as a friend too, right? Right?

Who was he kidding?

Techno would never have gotten the message of him being locked up. People hated him too.

If Techno knew he would visit... Right?

But no one visited.

He stopped eating the raw potatoes after the 1st month.

His breathing became hallow and loud after the 2nd month.

His mind was jumbled and confused in the 3rd month.

He did nothing in the cell other than write and listen. (Write? What was he writing?)

He wanted them to visit. At least one of them to make him feel alive. (Them? Would they care? He was a monster to their eyes. Of course they wouldn't bother with him.)

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