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SUMMARY: The endless family is made up of 7 children, so why is their an 8th? Reader is the black sheep of the family with no purpose to fulfill the human realm. He spends his days locked away in the Dreaming where he stays under his brothers watch. It wasnât until one of Dreams new nightmares escapes the realm and starts causing problems in the Waking, giving reader a chance to show that he can be helpful in his family by tracking down his brothers nightmare, not knowing what awaits him.
WARNINGS/CONTENT: Angst, slow burn, MDNI 18+, language, endless family, dream trying to be a good brother, mentions of abuse, black sheep, self esteem problems, mentions of death, family secrets, friends to lovers, post riddler chaos, mentions of new villains, foreshadowing, reader and Bruce balancing each other out, Gotham is shit, slight kissing, trauma mentioned, OC nightmare, non-canon works.
NOTES: its finally here!! đ I know Iâve been gone for some time, but Iâve been spending my time drafting up this series and making sure that it all makes sense and connects with the sandman lore just a tiny bit along with Batman lore. I rewrote the first chapter, so this is the official first chapter! I hope you all enjoy and expect the second part to come soon!
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âCan an Endless die?â
Dreams. Desires. Destruction. Humanity somehow adapted to these things. They believed in Death and waited for her arrival while also feeling Despair while waiting for the end. Sometimes Destiny found them and their lives grew easy, or perhaps fated. Everything is written down before it ever happens, giving people the chance to decide their own fates instead of staying awake in fear of how their futures will turn out to be, growing delirious for countless nights until they finally took the action to get up and start again.
He was born three hundred years after the disappearance of Destruction. The endless siblings believed that he was their to replace their missing brother, only to realize that he was simply another sibling created by both Night and Time. Their parents never showed love towards their children other than Destruction, he was the favorite amongst both parents until this new child was born. Everyone knew that they never stayed longer than a year with their parents before they are casted aside and forced to grow up fast in order to complete the purpose they were tasked to fulfill. Which left all six siblings to care for the youngest one. The baby to be exact.
An endless with no meaning being left in the care of siblings who were far too busy to care for him. He had no name and was remained as Endless. No one knew why Night and Time decided to have another child, let alone one without a single purpose in the life of humans. He was justâŠthere.
Destiny wouldnât give his little brother much attention do to him being busy with his books. Death traveled around a lot and and being the oldest she wanted to take responsibility, but her own tasks kept her busy. Desire wasnât very kind to him along with Despair, they fed into his doubts and made him feel isolated whenever family dinners were scheduled. Delirium wasnât in the proper state to handle the task that the rest of the siblings brushed the idea away and resulted into him landing in the hands of his most ruthless brother.
Dream refused to have him in his realm until Death talked him into it, reminding him that Endless was still a child. As much as Dream wanted to refuse and leave his little brother to fend for himself, he caves into his sisters words and allows his brother to stay in his realm until he received a proper purpose and moved onto his own future tasks. Everyone thought that he was a late bloomer. Perhaps he will get something once the time is right.
Two hundred years later and he was still Endless.
At the beginning, Death was the one who grew worried for her little brother. Even Destiny would read his books in hopes of finding something, but his fate is never shown. Heâs like a ghost to their world, no matter how many years pass his fate is never written and it leaves them all believing that this is the one sibling who will receive no purpose and state endless forever.
Endless grew up understanding that he would never be like his siblings and will remain in the shadows. Hidden behind his siblings and remain an outcast. He would have expected Dream to exile him from his realm when discovering that he was nothing but a waste of time and space, but his brother had shown him kindness and allowed him to stay for as long as he wished. Endless had grown to know his bother, Dream, the most and had seen the cruel and cold side that his brother showed to others until the day he was imprisoned for a hundred years.
During that time he watched his brothers realm fall apart and unlike the other dreams who left he stayed behind with Lucienne. His brothers most loyal creation and possibly the kindest dream heâs ever known. The return of his brother had created a shift in his realm. He wasâŠdifferent. His hatred for humanity changed during his time of rebuilding his realm and searching for his tools along with tracking down the Corinthian.
A nightmare that Endless knew very well. Heâs his bother favorite creation. A nightmare that he adored no matter how scary he looked until he left the Dreaming and started harming humanity. Making nightmares a reality for them. The Corinthian wasnât a âbadâ nightmare. He was simply curious about the Waking and the way humanity lived, before he became this killer he was actually a good nightmare. Endless enjoyed hearing his stories as a nightmare and the smile he always received from him, it made him feel welcomed in some strange way.
But now heâs back to being alone after his brother Dream imprisoned the Corinthian. The other dreams and nightmares didnât speak to him, due to their own busy duties. But their was another nightmare that followed him everywhere, one that he feared.
Pitch was a new nightmare that his brother created after rebuilding the Dreaming and getting everyone back home. This new nightmare focused on peoples fears, reminded them of what they avoided in their lives, only to be reminded at the dead of night. Pitch loved being a nightmare, he liked watching humans cower in fear when he crept into their dreams, only to ruin them and keep them awake at night. Contemplating about their life choices.
This nightmare had grown to hover around Endless whenever he was alone. Pitch took advantage to whisper words into his ear, reminding him of his own fears and clearly laughing at him. It resulted into Endless spending most of his time alone in the library with Lucienne where he felt safest and away from Pitch. He kept himself busy reading books and helping Lucienne around the library until nightfall when he returned to his own chambers that his brother had created for him and tried his best to sleep, if possible.
Endless hasnât slept in centuries. He was in the realm of dreams and yet, he did not. His brother had used the sand on him before, but nothing happened. He remained awake until the sunrise in the dreaming, so all he did in his chambers was read or lay on his bed and think about his family. His parents and the reasoning as to why he was made. There were times were he tried to visit his other siblings realms to keep himself distracted, but had forgotten that he needed an invitation to enter their homes.
Everyone had a sigil but him, so reaching out to his siblings was a lot harder for him. Heâd have to ask Dreams permission to see his siblings, but a lot of the time he was rejected and reminded that his siblings were far too busy for a social meeting. Dinners were the only time that he could see them all, even if his relationship with a few of them werenât the best, he still tried to fit into the family. He tried to be like them in a similar way without feeling like an extra.
It wasnât until one day that Dream was called in by Destiny for a family gathering. Endless had the invitation to be there for his siblings, but then again, he didn't always feel welcomed. When stepping through threshold of Dreams realm and into Destinyâs heâs met with the oldest standing straight with his cloak on him along with the large book in his hands, the one he took with him everywhere.
âDream.â He says in greeting and looks over to the youngest and greets him with a simple nod. Endless had grown up without a proper name that heâs grown used to the silent greetings.âwell, well, if it isnât our little baby brother.â The sound of Desires voice echos around their brothers dinning hall, getting the attention of Endless and Looking towards their direction, catching a glimpse of their attire and giving off a faint frown. âDesire.â He says back.
Everyone is reunited at the dining hall. The rest of their siblings sitting around the round table, leaving one chair empty. The chair that belonged to his oldest brother, Destruction, the one siblings that heâs never met. Heâs only heard stories about him from Delirium since sheâs the only one who seemed to have a good relationship with him before he disappeared. Neither of his other siblings spoke about Destruction since theyâve agreed to leave him alone, along with forgetting him.
Not even Dream spoke about him.
Endless didnât know the Prodigal well enough to know how everyone felt about his disappearance. He doesn't even know the kind of person his brother is, he was a mystery to him. A stranger. He sits next to that empty chair every time they have dinner together. A stark reminder of an outcast that he is.
The only one who sits next to him is Dream, but nothing, but an empty chair on his right. Showing that he only had one sibling on his side who cared. âSeems like a family reunion if we have the stray tagging along.â Desires words get his attention and looks away from the butterflies that his sister Delirium had created, flapping around him as he frowns at his sibling. âWhatâs that suppose to mean?â
âEveryone knows that you donât usually come to these gathering.â Their lips curl into a grin. âI mean you werenât here for the last gather which was a few years ago, right?â He doensât have to be reminded of the times he missed out on their dinners together. It wasn't because he didn't want to come, but because he was never invited unless it was deemed important, just like today.
âMust be nice not having responsibilities like the rest of us.â They add on, clearly trying to rile him up or getting a reaction out of him for being left out on gatherings.
âEnough.â Said Death, his older sister giving their sibling a disapproving look, but Desire doensât back down. âOh, donât shelter the boy.â They say, âHe knows Iâm right. Four hundred years and heâs only ever been to a few of these gathersâhow many? Five? Six? Weâve had plenty of these without him, Iâm sure whatever reason we were called for is probably for something meaningless.â
Endless wants to argue with Desire to tell them that he deserved to be here, he was family too.
âRemember heâs nothing but a stray that mother and father thrusted into our hands.â His siblings words dim that light of acceptance and looks away, clearly hurt by their words. A stray is all he is and ever really will be to his siblings the one without a purpose.
He didn't know what to say to their statement and grows quiet.
âThat was really rude.â Said Delirium, throwing their sibling a glare. âApologize, Desire.â
âWhat do you wish for me to say, sister mine?â They slowly sit up from where they sat and began to hum, thinking of what to say next with a hint of sarcasm. âIâm sorry that mother and father had another child? Sorry that you have no reason to be one of us?â They continued on, pointing out the little things that had him thinking at night.
âSorry that you became a disappointment in our eyes.â
He abruptly stands from where he sat, hands on the table as he felt his heart race, glaring at his sibling who simple smirked. âDid I struck a nerve?â Endless stays quiet and instead of comforting their sibling he walks away from the table, leaving his siblings behind and wandering off in his brothers realm.
He finds himself in his brothers garden, away from the others and sitting near the fountain where he listened to the water fall. There were times where he wished that things were different, perhaps a time where he could be like them to become something other than Endless. Maybe it wouldâve been better if he was never born.
He's been meaning to ask his parent about it but they never accepted his invitation. Leaving him in the dark as the others usually did.
He looks over his shoulder to find Death standing over him with a knowing warm smile on her lips. She moves to sit next to him and sighs deeply. âYou know Desire was only trying to get you upset.â She says which had him scoffing. âThey always are.â He mumbled out and avoided his sisters gaze. She is the oldest amongst them all and perhaps the one with the most important purpose of all. She was there to guide people to the afterlife, to be the first and last face they see.
She was always trying her best to be there for him, but her work kept her busy and away.
âLook, donât listen to anything they sayâyouâre our brother and things are different.â She tried to be reasonable but he wasn't hearing it. Heâd rather she not waste her breath on trying. He stands from where he sat and looks at his sister with a sad look in his eyes. âLet dream know that iâll be back in the Dreaming.â Is all he says and turns to leave his sister behind. She calls out for him, but he doensât look back like and returns back to the dreaming by himself, leaving his siblings to handle whatever business they were called for.
The dreaming was perhaps the only place that he felt at peace. The one place where he had some friends to talk to whenever he wasnât feeling well. He crosses the bridge to his brothers castle, the guardians allowing him to enter without question. Upon entering he heads straight to his own chambers where he can think in silence and be alone.
Only isolation isn't something he will be getting today. Before he even makes it to his chambers he finds Pitch roaming the halls. It was normal for dreams and nightmares to visit the castle without permission unless requesting an audience with the dream lord.
âDreams not here. If youâre looking for him.â He says. Getting the nightmares attention who looks away from a portrait that he was eyeing. His dark yellow eyes land on him, his lips twitching up into a knowing grin and a hint of those sharp teeth become visible. âIâm not looking for the dream lord, I was actually looking for you.â He nods at him which has him frowning in return.
He never liked Pitch, he was always reminding him of his fears and right now wasnât the time to deal with the nightmare. âWhatever it is I donât want to hear it, so please leave me alone.â He merely begs the nightmare as he walk past him, trying to get to his room.
âFamily dinner not go well?â He eggs on, turning around to watch him walk away. âStill being questioned about your existence?â He said, voice louder this time. The Endless sibling stops in his steps, back facing the nightmare as he takes in his words. He wasnât once to cave into Pitches words, but today wasn't a good day for him at all and he didn't want to deal with the nightmare who fed off of his insecurities.
He takes in a deep breath and turns back around to face Pitch. âWhat do you want, Pitch?â The nightmares smirk widens as he steps forward, eyeing him like prey. His hands behind his back as he began to circle him. âYou want to know something that I enjoy as a nightmare?â He questions. His pacing slow and calculated. âOne thing I know best is everyoneâs greatest fears, yours is that youâll never find your place in your family.â
Pitch finally stands in front of him, staring him down. âWhy, why were you chosen to be like this?â
He didn't have a real answer for the nightmare. Not even he knew why he was chosen to be like this. âI wish I knew.â He whispers back, fighting back his own emotions, but Pitch can read him like an open book. âWould you like to find out?â His brows furrowed at the nightmares offer and takes a step back. âWhat do you mean?â He questioned back, clearly this nightmare was planning something.
Pitch was a nightmare a literal nightmare, so why listen to him?
âThe dreaming isnât the only place you can visit.â He began to say as he circled around him again, standing behind him as he whispers into His ear. âThe waking world holds the answers.â He flinched at the sound of his voice and pulls away. âThe Waking? No, no I cannot leave the dreaming without my brothers permission.â
âSee! Thatâs were youâre wrong. How are you suppose to find out who you are if you allow your own brother to hold you back? Donât you see? In order to find out your own purpose you must leave the dreaming and find out yourself.â Pitch rounds him, standing in front of him again. âMaybe youâll find whatever youâre looking for out there rather than here.â
His words sounded inciting. Heâs never left his brothers realm, let alone visited the waking. Heâs read about humans and how they are and act, but heâs never really been allowed to leave unless his brother joins him. Dream has always been busy and rarely leaves the dreaming unless needed too.
But Pitches words made sense, his siblings purpose revolved around humans, without them they are nothing. Just like him. He's thinking, weighing his options. He could go by himself to the waking and see what its like, see if he can find something thats for him. To finally give himself a proper name.
He glanced over to Pitch who stood by his side. âThink about it.â He starts again. âYouâre family is out there doing their jobs while you rot away in this place. For all we know your purpose is out there waiting for you!â He canât help him bite back his own smirk. âMaybe this was their plan all along, keeping you isolated from the world, perhaps you do have a purpose and they are just afraid of seeing you having something more meaningful then them.â
He frowns at Pitch, not believing him. This is what he does; he lies, he eggs you on until you cave into his desires and fall for his enticing words. He doensât say anything else and walks away from Pitch, approaching his room and stepping inside, making sure to close the door behind him.
âWhy are we here?â Dream is the first to ask. He already knows that his brother doesnât usually call for friendly family matters unless its something serious and based on the way he clutches his book close is enough for Dream to know that this is something important. The eldest gives a look at each sibling that sat on the table. Destinyâs eyes drift to the two empty chairs. âSomething unexpected, yet, important is to occur.â Destiny began to say, getting the attention of all of his siblings. âAn occasion that sparks a chain of events causing much change and upheaval.â
âWhat kinds of occasion?â Death asked after coming back from comforting her little brother.
âThis meeting.â Destiny responded as the siblings all looked at each other. Dream can tell that something else is being hidden, something that they arenât being told. âWhat kind of change and upheaval?â Asked Dream, leaving the others confused, but Dream is left determined, wanting to know what his brother was meaning about this new revelation that he discovered.
Destiny grows quiet, staring at Dream with a blank stare, unwilling to say anything until he slowly looks to Dreams Left side where an empty chair sat next to himâit wasnât the Prodigals seat, but their youngest brothers.
He sits on his bed, thinking about Pitches idea. Itâs ridiculous, really. Why should he trust a nightmare, let alone one whoâs been tormenting him since he was created. He shouldnât fall into the nightmares ideas, but he canât help but think about the suggestion. Heâs spent four hundred years in his brother realm, pondering if he was ever meant to be an Endless, to be apart of this family. He couldnât create dreams like his brother, he didn't even have a name for himself, so why stay here for another hundred years with little to no effort made in his own life.
As he sat there heâd glance at the door every once an while, debating on taking the nightmares advice. His brother wouldnât even notice that heâs left the dreaming. It could be a quick in and out to the waking and then back to the dreaming. His brother wouldnât even notice.
With a deep sigh through his nose he stands up from where he sat and walks over to the door. He reaches out to push the handle down and pulling the door open, he expected himself to go searching for this nightmare and didnât think heâd find him waiting outside his door. At the sight of Pitch, his own eyes light up with mischief at the sight of the youngest Endless. He doensât even need to hear his answer, already knowing what heâs going to say.
He knows this is a terrible aide and yet, he agrees with the nightmare and respond back with a single nod. Itâs not long until the two are out of the castle and crossing the bridge. Heâs grateful that the guardians didn't question him leaving and resumed with their own duties as protectors of the castle. Not even the other dreams in the realm stop to speak to him, not when Pitch is walking by his side, everyone avoided the man like the plague, they knew the kind of things he does to humans and didnât appreciate nightmares.
When they enter the sandy ruins of the Dreaming, far away from the castle, he doesnât hesitate to look over his shoulder, sparing the castle from a distance a glance.
âHaving second thoughts?â Pitch questions him. His hands behind his back and with a tilt of his head as he watches him carefully, checking to see if he perhaps had some doubt and decide to turn back around and head back to the castle. But instead heâs met with a soft ânoâ from the youngest sibling and turns away from the direction of the castle and continues moving forward.
The journey through the dreaming is long, he doensât know how far away they are until the finally reach the gates that will lead them to the waking world. Before he can open them he looks over to Pitch. âWhere exactly are we going?â He questions the nightmare who gives off a faint chuckle and steps forward, placing his dark hand on the large gates. âSomewhere filled with fear.â
His brows furrowed when hearing this and opens his mouth to protest, but it was already too late. Pitch pushed the gates open and placed a cold hand behind his back, shoving him forward. His eyes widen as he falls, looking over to pitch who grins widely and follows after him, the both of them free falling into a pit of darkness. The light above him disappearing fast, plunged into the darkness of the dreaming as he continued to fall. He can hear Pitches mocking laughter, he had lost sight of the nightmare and before he can shout his name he's pulled further down.
A gasp escaping his mouth until his back meets solid ground. A groan erupts from him, eyes scrunched up in pain as he slowly feels the ground around him and opens his eyes to see the stars. He can smell smog and smoke in the air, he can hear loud noises all around him. But the one thing that gets his attention the most is the pain he feels. He's never felt pain before.
He pushes himself up and reaches up to rub the back of his head only to wince when the pain flares up again. He rubs gentle circles on his head while he looked around. He was laying behind a few dumpsters, perfect place to hide while randomly appearing here. Once heâs stable enough to get up he grabs onto the handle of the dumpster and hoists himself up. The alley way he's currently in is filthy, trash litters the place, leaving a horrible smell behind. He moves slowly, the pain still settling on his head as he makes his way out of the place and into the Main Street of the waking.
He's read about the waking world, his brother told him stories. But he's never actually been to the Waking, so this was all new to him. The street he finds himself in is..filthy. The sound of moving feet has him looking around to see a few mortals moving about their day, a few were running to wherever they need to be while others move simultaneously to their own destination.
That heâs moving out of the way when a crow approaches, stumbling into the street where heâs startled by a loud honk. Heâs reacting quickly and holding his hand out, beaming lights blinding his vision and uses his hand to block the lights, hearing the driver shout at him. Heâs moving to the side and watches as the vehicle drives off once the road is clear. He doensât waste much time getting to the other side of the road, feeling overwhelmed by the new environment around him. Dream had once told him that heâs visited a place called London in the Waking, he described the place to him and how calm the streets were and the people, depending on the day, could be cheerful, but this place didnât feel like the one his brother described.
No. It felt dark and somewhat isolated. He felt like heâs being watched from where heâs standing, causing him to shiver. He lets out a deep breath, keeping his racing heart steady. âHold yourself together.â He whispers to himself and looks up and down the street. He was here to see if he could find anything that could give him meaning as an endless, only to fall into Pitches trick. Now he's stranded in a place he doensât know and with a nightmare on the loose, a nightmare he allowed to escape.
His brother wonât be happy when he realizes that Pitch is missing and its all because of him. Itâs his fault that this has happened and needs to find Pitch and drag him back the dreaming before his brother comes searching himself. âFind Pitch, find Pitch.â He mumbled under his breath and stuffs his hands inside the pockets of his black coat. He thinks before he can move.
Ptich strives off of fear.
Anything can be turned into fear, heâs seen pitch do it. All he can do right now is wander around until he finds something that could relate to Pitch. He debates on either going left or right and finally decides to follow he crowd of people, moving his legs and finally making some progress on his mission. Lucienne had once given him books about human technology and had studied it for years, really.
So the running train above him doesnât surprise him. He can pick up on the wheels scratching against the metal rails and the graffiti that littered the train cars which has him frowning at the condition of such things. This place was nothing like the books. Itâs dark and cold a perfect place to call Pitches playground.
He doensât know how long heâs been walking for until he finds a way to the top of a bridge, getting a clear view of the place around him. Perhaps high ground could help him find Pitch until he hears a familiar laughter. He looks away from the traffic below him and around him until his eyes land on Pitch who gives a wave in mock which has him glaring at the nightmare and chasing after him.
Pitch disappears within the crowd of people, but that doesn't stop him from chasing after Pitch. Heâs shoving past people and apologizing while doing so, eyes never leaving pitch who takes a turn behind a building. His disappearance has him picking up pace and running around the corner only to slam into the nightmare.
Before he can fall down, Pitch is grabbing onto his arms, keeping him steady and chuckling. âReckless little Endless.â He coos out and before he can find a way to return them back to the dreaming. Pitch reaches out and places his hand on his face, causing his breath to hitch and freezing up.
âYou are so easy to trick, little one.â He began to say as he picks him up, arm under his legs and the other on his back as he carried him. âYou see, I enjoy being a nightmare. I like watching dreamers cry in their sleep and relive their biggest fears during a time of peace.â He continued on. While he carried him through the back streets of the city.
âUntil one night I found a dreamers dream enticing.â He smirks at the Endless who remained frozen in place unable to move. He could hear the nightmares words at they moved. âA simple human had studied the brain and wanted to see what kind of reaction they get when fear is injected into their lives by force. A power play to be exact.â The sound of voices can be heard, loud ones that had him twitching.
Pitch approaches a door that is pulled open for him. Two men dressed in hazmat suits allow Pitch to enter the building, leaving the Endless confused, his brows furrow until heâs placed on top of a metal table and the two men work on strapping him down, by the time heâs strapped down, an invisible weight is lifted and heâs able to move again.
âPitch.â He hisses at the nightmare who simply watched him struggle.
The two men move around the room, heâs watching them as they mess around with a few vials and mix chemicals together.
âYou see,â Pitch approached him, standing over him and placing a hand on the table to lean in close and whisper in a dark husky tone. âI need you. An endless doesn't die, but the never said that you canât feel.â He glanced over to the men finishing up the toxin, holding a syringe in their gloved hands and walking back to them.
Pitch doesnât hesitate to snatch the toxin from their hands, holding it like its nothing. âI made a very interesting friend who shared the same ideas as I did. So I thought, why not pay him a visit and provide some assistance?â He holds the syringe in his fingers and works on rolling the Endlessâ sleeve up. âHis toxin brings fear to humans, add a little of my fear and perhaps we create something big. Something permanent.â
His eyes widen at the thought of being plagued with fear, living with the horror of his greatest fears and being tossed int the darkness, reliving every little thing that he despised, forever.
He tugs on his restraints and whimpers at the sight of Pitch gripping his arm tight, nails diffing into his skin as the needle makes contract with his skin. He watches the toxin disappear into his body along with a hint of Pitches dark sand. He doesn't last a minute until the affects start to take over, his body grows hot and his vision began to blur.
Heâs trying to shake away the toxin settling inside him. His skin tingles and he began to grow lightheaded. Pitch instructs both men to lift he table, getting a better view of the endless as heâs placed upright the restraints holding him up as he shakes his head again. Heâs breathing heavily and blinking his eyes, adjusting his own vision until he sees Dream. His older brother standing before him with a look of disappointment in his eyes.
âYou allowed a nightmare to escape, I trusted you.â His brothers voice echos in his head. âIâIâm sorryââ
âLook at you, I told you that you were only trouble. Why would our parents go through all that trouble in making us another sibling?â Desire.
âHe has no fate. An endless with no ending.â Destiny.
âDonât worry, little brother. Youâre making our lives much easier now.â Despair.
The whispering words of disappointment from his siblings causes him to mumble in sorrow. âPlease, please, I can do better, I can find my purpose, pleaseââ Heâs begging to the hallucinations of his siblings.
âYou are nothing. No amount of trying and searching will get you to the purpose that you want, you defiled my rules and allowed another nightmare to escape my realm. Now I have to pick up the mess you left.â Dreams harsh tone can be heard against his ear.
âNo, no, please, I can still fix this!â He sobs out.
His breath hitches at the sight of his parents; Night and Time.
âWe never loved you and never will. You were nothing but a waste of time.â
Pitches watches from where he stood, grinning widely at the sight of the Endlessâ state of delirium. He enjoys watching him suffer and reliving his own dark fears that plagued his mind. The toxin and his sand were working well, but not well enough to satisfy him. He knows that Jonathan will be more than pleased to receive something stronger, something that can possibly result into humans killing themselves in order to escape the screaming voices.
âLets give him another dosage.â Said Pitch.
The two scientists nod their heads and turn back to the table to create another dosage to use on the endless who was already struggling with the voices in his head. The voices of his siblings disappointment and his own.
When a new dosage is handed to pitch the nightmare hums in delight and takes a step forward to a thrashing sibling and is quick to inject the second toxin into his system. âThis should give us some results.â He says and tossed the empty syringe aside.
The Endless throws his head back with a cry, trembling under the restraints as he screams and cries in agony. Not only was the toxin messing with his head but it was becoming too much for him to the point where the voices grow louder and louder, the sight of his siblings shouting insult after insult, his own doubt and insecurities getting to him too. The things he thinks about at night in the dreaming when he canât sleep are louder than ever and he wants it to stop.
âPleaseâŠstop.â He sobs out, sweat covering his face and eyes growing red from the toxin as he began to cough.
Pitch only grins at the sight, something dark stirring inside him. âLets do another.â
One would think that the scientists would put a stop to it, but no. This was their goal too and go back to making another for Pitch to use on the Endless.
Heâs trembling, vision growing faint by the drugs inside him that with a blurry vision he watches Pitch turn into a monster, his yellow eyes glowing and voice turning into a growl when he speaks. The nightmare steps forward. âLets see how long you can last.â And before he can inject him with a third dosage the sound of a loud crash can be heard from above.
He weakly lifts his head up to see another monster standing from where it kneeled. It had long ears and dark red eyes before charging towards the scientists and throwing them across the room. His vision continued to blur until finally blacking out when the new monster approached him.
