#osd!nightmare

Another useless meeting. He should have left instead of standing in the back, arms folded, wanting to go home. Perhaps it was just seeing how others were and comparing how different he was that kept him in place. That, and he dragged a Nightmare he had gotten to know along with him.

Still, he tried to listen to the one who called the meeting prattle on and on about the need to rule his multiverse—a genuinely foolish notion.

“That is someone who likes to hear himself speak,” He mumbled to his friend. Were they friends? Is it possible for a Nightmare to make friends with another Nightmare?

“Thanks for bringing me along,” his friend replied. “I now know how glad I should be that I missed all this.”

Rolling his eyelight, Nightmare chuckled, “It is hit and miss for these. We can ditch in a bit. Call me nosy, but I am curious about how a few I remember and do not like are doing.”

“Need your gossip?” His friend asked with a smirk.

“Please, gossiping is infantile. This is silent gloating over the misfortunes of those I despise,” Nightmare grinned. He then looked over the crowd, chuckling to himself now and then when he noticed certain Nightmares that angered him were not doing as well as when he last saw them.

“What’s so funny?” His friend asked.

“If I tell you, then it is gossiping. Get your own enemies to silently gloat over,” Nightmare replied with a smirk.

They were about ready to leave when another moved closer to him. He remembered seeing this one before. If memory served him correctly, this one was from a younger multiverse. He was shorter and more slight in build.

“Were you listening?” The new one whispered to him.

“There is nothing to listen to other than mad ravings,” Nightmare whispered back, which got a chuckle from his friend.

“May I ask you something?” The new one asked.

“You just did,” his friend joked back.

The new one huffed a sigh, and Nightmare chuckled. “Come on, let’s step away from this lunacy and chat.”

The three walked a distance off, far away enough that the longwinded speech of one who called this meeting was nothing but a dull hum in the background. Nightmare looked at this other who looked younger than himself and his friend. “Now, what was it you wanted to ask?”

“Well, I… I remembered how healthy and… mentally stable your subordinate was, and I would like to take one in. Compared to many of the others here, you seemed like a good option to turn to,” The new one said.

Did this young Nightmare just call Killer mentally stable?

“I think he’s asking you for your fathering tips,” his “friend” said with a grin.

Nightmare shot him a glare then looked back at the other Nightmare. He could easily threaten and scare off this smaller and clearly younger version of himself from some small, developing multiverse. And perhaps some others would for bothering them with such matters. But no… this one ne was interested in learning and Nightmare could not push away that desire. Besides, if it meant alternate versions of his boys won’t suffer cruety, he will despense what he knows.

“I see… well, know that your subordinates will need you to provide them with direction after missions as well as during them. Most of my Killer’s distructive behaviors could be attributed to me thinking that he could simply entertain himself quietly. Some can, and some can not. Even Dust does better with metal stimulation and encouragement to participate in activities instead of sitting and wallowing in negative thoughts,” Nightmare said then folded his arms. “These were things I figured out later. Also, be alert to your subordinates wants now and then. Killer, for example, deveopled a some jelousy because he noticed the others getting things. Because he never asked I did not question his wants. Just ask every now and then. Some may feel they have done enough wrong that they don’t deserve to ask and only take what they get. So watch for that.”

“Huh, that’s two with Killer,” His friend mused.

“Yes, well, with him being my first subordinate, I did make a few mistakes with tending him. For example, monitoring what he ate and wellbeing. He was eating, but mostly junk food. The type of mortals we tend to take in are emotionally damaged, and those who are that way do not always tend to their own needs well. They may seem fine, but that is an act. A front to make it seem like they are coping when they are not,” Nightmare explained. Wanting to drive this home, he reiterated what he was getting at. “Pay attention to their mental needs, emotional needs, and the occational wants.”

“If you do that, you won’t be like this guy, who felt so bad about how he neglected Killer that he let his castle get over run by cats,” his friend chuckled.

“It is not over run… but there are too many,” Nightmare sighed then grinned at his friend, “perhaps it is time for your tiny brother to come visit again to make more feline friends.”

“No,” His friend stated flately

“Thank you…” The younger Nightmare said thoughtfully, despite the jesting among the older two Nightmares.

“We are about to head out, I suggest you do too. Meetings like this are only trouble, alright?” Nightmare said to the younger who nodded.

“I will,” He replied.

Nightmare watched as the younger formed his portal and left. He then formed one of his own and the two left.

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How forgetful of me, I completely forgot to add that the other Nightmare (the friend) was the Nightmare from One Small Dream. That fic is by @calcium-cat

I do believe I have raved about this fic before, but just in case you STILL haven't read it, PLEASE do. Also, TY to Calluna (Calcium-cat) for reviewing this to make sure I did write her Nightmare correctly.

osd by @calcium-cat

Nightmare panted, though his excitement spiked when he felt Dream's aura. Excitement, relief, fear, whatever it was, it was overpowering. His boys were so irresponsible sometimes, sending Dream to this stupid "clout" thing. He shook his head, irritated. Killer was in for it whenever he returned.

He stomped around, seeking life. This place seemed like an arena of sorts, but there weren't people here. Nobody was here. He followed Dream's aura, though it seemed silent and… negative? With this sense, he rushed further, nearly running. Where was Dream?! And why did he have this sense? Was he possibly in danger?

Quickly, he scurried to where the sensing was the strongest. Opening the door, his soul sunk.

There was a tall version of Dream that looked similar to himself towering over the younger Dream. He wore a cloak and a golden belt. He appeared to have crack-like lines appearing on his face and right arm, as did Dream's eyesockets. He noticed two bars hovering above the stadium, with "Shattered!Dream" and "OSD!Dream" on them. Nightmare, flamed, slammed the door shut, gaining the darker Dream's attention.

"Ah. How lovely to meet another Nightmare."

"I think you should hand him over. NOW." Nightmare said demandingly, setting foot inside the large room.

"Ouch, I'm hurt~ though, I'm only doing what I'm supposed to. I'm not hurting him, really. You should've seen the other guy before this. He was a stubborn and weak little guy. Such a disgrace to my name."

"I have no idea who you are, but you are to give me Dream back."

The darker Dream smiled and Dream turned to Nightmare's direction.

"Nighty?" Dream said, uncertainty in his voice.

"Dream, I'm coming for you. I promise, we'll go home and the boys will be waiting for you and you can help Rory cook, alright?-"

"Brother… why'd you lie to me?"

Nightmare flinched and stepped back.

"Dream, I- I'm afraid I don't follow-"

"This other me was telling me about what you did. K-Killed everyone in our village. Is it true? Please tell me it's not true. Well, I can't choose anymore… y-you already lied to me once…"

"Dream, he's manipulating you, you need to-"

"Mani-pui-lating?" He shuffled in his boots. "Whatever that means, I don't think that's it… all of my friends, Crossy, Rory, Kiki, Dusty… Roro? They- they're not good people, right? They've killed like you have… for fun. Why?"

Nightmare shook his head, panick seizing through his bones.

"Dream. Listen to me. I'm your brother, Nighty."

"The only thing you wanted to do was make me weaker so you could- could… like yourself more, right?"

Nightmare couldn't move. Every bone in his body stiffened. He clutched the arena's barrier, gripping it as tightly as he could. He saw Dream's face crack more, and the smile on who appeared to be Shattered Dream grow.

"Pity. I figured a family reunion would make him happier."

"YOU CAUSED THIS, YOU LITTLE BRAT." Nightmare retorted, tears threatening to fall.

Shattered giggled.

"And so I thought you weren't attached. Weren't attached to your poor younger brother."

"H-He wasn't?" Dream mumbled, already crying.

"No, young one. He isn't." Shattered crouched down and lifted Dream's chin with a tendril, a sinister expression on his face. Nightmare's rage caused the barrier to shatter as he charged a tentacle towards the neck of the other Dream. The magical border, however, stood up and caused the tendril's effort to be placed in vain. He groaned, frustrated.

"YOU BASTARD! GET OFF OF HIM-"

"Nighty… I- I don't want to let go like this. Just tell me the truth."

Nightmare sighed, refusing to accept defeat.

This cycle went on for hours.

Now have wholesome content ^^

Shattered smiled as the child version of himself Dream played with his tentacle. He seemed really sweet, and he couldn't bring himself to hurt him like he did with that butterfly freak from the other arena.

"My brother Nighty has these. Does that mean when I grow up, I'll eat the apple and grow them too? Nighty says I'm not cool enough to have them though..."

"Hey. You want my opinion, buddy?"

Dream glared up, a beaming expression on his face.

"I think you're cool. Nighty sounds a bit mean. Saying you aren't cool enough to have these? Tut tut..."

"He's not mean! He just- I just don't think he can understand that I can handle it. I can be cool and strong like him!" Dream pouted, hugging the tentacle. "I don't think I would ever let go of the squishy tentacle if I had it!"

Shattered couldn't help but chuckle at his words.

"Don't get your hopes up, kiddo. If he's this strict with you, I don't know if you'll ever get them. Though, maybe I could sneak you out of here and show you a few tricks after this is over? Y'know, after we end up getting out?"

Dream gasped, clapping his hands together in excitement.

"Yes! Yes, I'd love that!" He exclaimed, a large grin on his face. "I'd have to deal with Nighty's talking, but yeah!"

Shattered tugged Dream's collar playfully, his eye light gleaming.

"Alright, it's settled then."

these are rushed and ugly but i felt like making them anyway

i think this is becoming a hyperfixation

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