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^^~|Chapter - 05 -"war."

. . . Rain was pouring down as both nightmare and dream stepped foot on the battle field.

Behind Dream Was The Other skeletons that were good. (Dream's ocs are in there----)

behind nightmare were the once that were bad of course. . . The same Negativity aura was intoxicating to dream. He grumbled. Meanwhile nightmare laughed at dream, "war is a war brother." Nightmare smiled. He made a small snap with his fingers, Dream raised his arm and pointed at the other army. He looked at ink and blue. and shot the arrow of positivity in the sky. .

It exploded as it made a huge plump of smoke covering the other army's vision. Nightmare hissed, The other army was attacking now,Dream attacking him with the arrow's of positivity, Nightmare shot tentacles at dream making the smoke fade away. Dream dodged The tentacles.

everyone was fighting eachother. . 

Someone watched in the distance and watched them fight.
It watched them . . Its scarf swaying back and forth as it stared . .

Ink got caught in error's strings . He squirmed and the other strings got a hand of his broom. . It snapped it half, Oh no. . .

How will ink fight now?!

He looked if someone will give backup for ink but no one did. Dream huffed and summoned his twin daggers using nightmare's tentacle's to jump.

He sliced error's strings in half as he landed safely in the ground ink did too. (:insert ink crying about his broomy:)

More hours of fighting . . .

Everyone was wounded including dream,ink and blue . . A blaster got summoned . "Goodbye brother." Nightmare laughed. And stood out of the way.

!!...

Dream pushed ink and blue out of the way and he managed to save him self. Nightmare caught him tho. . He was holding dream's soul. . "Nightmare don't!--" a huge shot of pain was in dream's body he struggled out of nightmare's grip. Negativity covering the golden apple . . .

Its gone now

. . .

The person was still watching. . Two buttons appeared. The timeline wasn't perfect . .

RESET?   COUNTINUE?

The person pressed reset waving its hand to its self . . .

"Goodbye."

. . .

why is the world so bright?