Dreamtale Oneshots

Friends, huh?

Thank you very much to the amazing LilyFlower1005 for this awesome suggestion :) Remember to brush your teeth before you cross the road

Also, I know Error and Ink have these cool new clothes and I think personality changes? But these oneshots will be the old versions since this is past!Dreamtale so ye I thought it made more sense lol

Nightmare was leaned against the Tree of Feelings, staring up at the overcast, darkened sky with a lost look in his eyes. Dream wasn't here at the moment; he'd gone out on one of his zany adventures with Ink and Blueberry, leaving Nightmare alone with his negative feelings. They were always worse when his brother wasn't around- though, he supposed that made sense. He released a sad sigh, closing his eyes momentarily before reopening them to once again peer up at the miserable sky.

The clouds were a deep grey and completely obscured the sun, preventing any rays of sunlight from passing through and there was a brisk wind that made the leaves and branches shiver and tremble. Nightmare dully observed two birds huddle together for warmth; he felt a pang of loneliness and silently longed for his brother to return soon so he wouldn't have to be alone for much longer.

A droplet of rain landed on the top of his skull, making him blink in surprise. He shifted his line of sight to once again look upwards at the sky that had began to cry. A small, sorrowful smile graced Nightmare's face as he watched the sky's tears rain down with it's melancholy serenade, glazing the leaves in a glossy coat. He slumped against the tree trunk, staring up with half-lidded eyes; his smile had eventually been washed away and was now replaced with a wistful frown. He listened to the dismal drumming of the rain plummet down from the heavens onto the earth- they fell down like a shower of bullets, pelting Nightmare and causing him to shiver from their icy touch.

He didn't move though. He made no effort to get out of the rainfall- instead, he just laid against the tree. He lifted his hand and absentmindedly grasped at his shirt where his soul would be if he had one. Even without a soul, he can still feel a painfully heavy emptiness within him. He couldn't explain why it hurt. It wasn't a physical pain, but more like a numbing feeling inside of him. Hollow yet overwhelmed with emotion.

The pain of being alone is completely unbearable and Nightmare understands that better than anyone. Of course, he has Dream with him and they've gradually become inseparable but the loneliness clings to him like a shadow- it's inescapable. It's always there. He tries to ignore it when he's with Dream and most of the time it works, yet it's when he's on his own does the dreadful loneliness come creeping up his spine and dig inside his mind. Like now, for example.

Nightmare exhaled and closed his eyes, trying to focus on the pitter patter of the rain. Usually he enjoyed to sit and listen to it's lullaby, however this one carried a deep sadness embedded in every raindrop and each time they landed on the guardian of negativity they felt like knives jabbing into him. They didn't hurt, it just sent a tingling, numbing sensation throughout him.

He reopened his eyes and let his hand fall limp beside him. He hated these feelings. Nightmare lifted his head slightly and sent a glare upwards at the midnight-black apples that hung tauntingly from the twisted branches.

"I hate you." He choked out, feeling the familiar burning sensation of tears building up in his eye-sockets.

The leaves surrounding the negative fruit seemed to rattle angrily down at him- even the wind was unhappy with what the guardian had said, letting out a howl as it whooshed past Nightmare forcefully.

"I hate myself." He whimpered, lowering his head to stare at the dampened grass beneath him.

Teardrops beaded up in his eye-sockets and started pooling out rapidly with no sign of stopping. He raised his trembling hand and covered his mouth in a desperate attempt to muffle the loud, woeful cries. The world around him seemed to drain of colour, melting into grey static; an empty, desolate void. He let out a heart-wrenching wail, squeezing his eyes shut in a hopeless attempt to contain the salty waterfalls.