Dream Sans

Your head throbbed as you regained consciousness, the screams of battle raging around you. You can scarcely remember being knocked out by.....an extremely large paintbrush of sorts...? You shook your head to clear the dizziness from your eyes as you shakily stood up, you examined your surroundings and sure enough your team was still engaged with the Star Sanses. The air was thick with negativity and you could barely notice the taste of metal in your mouth and the fact that you were covered in blood.

You bit down a cry as a sharp pain shot through your right leg, judging by how you could barely move that leg without it hurting, it was broken. You leaned against whatever support you could find and slowly started to traverse the battlefield, dodging stray arrows and narrowly missing deadly magic bones that shot through the air like bullets

You are a part of Nightmare’s gang, happily destroying AUs and spreading negativity wherever you went. There were times when the opposing team, the Star Sanses would be able to reign victorious in your team’s battles against them. Their leader Dream would try to convince you to stop hurting others for reasons you did not understand, he would say you still had a light within your soul which you completely disagreed with.

At first you would laugh in disbelief and ignore his words, but he persisted. Slowly but surely after each encounter with Dream, your resolve began to crumble, bit by bit. Questions of worries and doubts surfaced and plagued your mind, you started to question whether what you were fighting for was really right, really worth all the lives lost.

Now you approached the two beings of positivity and negativity, their battle intense as the air crackled with their combined energy. Then Nightmare saw an opening and his tendrils shot out grabbing Dream by the neck, he gasped in pain and dropped his bow and arrows. not so strong are you now...? Nightmare taunted, his distorted voice seemed to echo throughout the battlefield as he laughed in dark satisfaction

You watched as Nightmare’s tendrils tightened their grip on Dream, making him squirm as the negativity in them started to agonisingly seep into his battered form. Dream’s golden eyes met your gaze and silently pleaded for your help, you notice Dream’s bow and arrow nearby you. Will you help..? Or leave Dream to his fate...