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It was an occasion unlike any other, making the villagers rustle and start preparing. Their gifts wrapped well with decorations up and ready for the arrival of someone special, every single one dressed their best whilst children sharing the flowers they have stored or found under the piles of snow. It was the apple twins' birthday, a day to celebrate Dream's birthday.

The village was bustling with life, their excitement evident in their faces and actions. And atop the hill they surrounded was a large tree that bore golden and black apples. Within the branches of this tree were two skeletons, Dream and Nightmare.

Their faces mixed with emotions, Dream's face showed curiosity and joy from the fact the villagers were decorating the entire town in the colour yellow, which was Dream's signature colour. Although Dream's curiosity stems from the fact it was all yellow. Nothing to represent his older brother, Nightmare, which made Dream a little concerned for the villager's favouritism towards him. With a soft voice, Dream turned to look at his brother, his face a mask of confusion, “Brother, why is it the village is decorated in yellow but not lavender?” his voice of pure innocence, confusion even. Nightmare was quiet for a moment, turning to Dream with a fake smile. “Because yellow matches you.”

“Then what about you, brother? Where's your colour?”

Nightmare was instantly silenced, he couldn't possibly tell Dream the villagers hated him, that they wanted him gone for his negativity and apples. So with a deep breath, he answered, “My colour is not pretty so they didn't put it up."

Dream shook with shock from Nightmare's words, his eyelights flickering to Nightmare's face and his apples, confusion written all over his face. “But brother, your apples look like they have small stars written all over them! And your eyeslights are way softer than mine! Their colours like the lavenders we used to pick.” Dream pouted, his boney cheeks rounder. Nightmare laughed at this, poking Dream's cheek with a smile appearing on his face. “You're a chipmunk.”