Nightmare placed his brother at the foot of the tree, he was currently sleeping since it was late at night.
Nightmare looked at the village in the horizon, knowing that they're coming tomorrow. So Nightmare went up the tree and looked at the apples on his side. He smiled twistedly as he picked up a black apple and held it firmly in his hand.

"A small price for his safety."

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Dream woke up to a shine in his eyes. He slowly fluttered his eyes, adjusting to the sunshine from above. He was about to stand up, when he was suddenly pulled back onto the ground by a pair of arms. Cuddling him to stay longer. "Nighty..." Dream whispered to his older twin. "Mm... Five more hours..." He groaned doing fake snores. "B-but it's morning!-" "And I'm not a morning person! So when I say sleep, sleep!" Nightmare whined. Dream just giggled at him and hugged him back since Nightmare isn't going to let him go. Minutes later, he fell asleep again.

Nightmare sensed that he was asleep and he opened his eyes. He got off of his brother and stood up. To take care of some 'business'.

He put a spell on his little brother to keep him asleep. He learned that last night when he gained his magic from the black apples. Nobody can wake him up unless he removed the spell himself.

By now, he heard voices from the villagers and loud stomping that marched towards them. Nightmare already knew what was going on, so he placed a barrier on his brother and waited for the villagers.

The villagers carried pitchforks, torches, bats, guns, arrows, and even swords. They stood a few feet away from the tree and started threatening Nightmare to hand over Dream to them.

Nightmare only stared and laughed chaotically. His voice getting more and more distorted as black goo dripped from his eyes. His once purple eyes turned cyan and four black tentacles emerged from his back.
The villagers got frightened and started shooting their guns and arrows at him. Nightmare showed no care that he was bleeding and kept laughing like a mad man.

Soon he was fully covered in the black goo. He stared at the villagers with his one left eye. This time, they knew they f**ked up, but they kept attacking. Which was a dumb decision.

Nightmare summoned a scythe to his hand and his tentacles turned sharper. He reaped the villagers and stabbed the others as they got closer to him.

Nightmare didn't care if this was wrong. They deserved this.
His mind was clouded by hatred to the point he became mentally unstable. His only thoughts are to protect his brother and become more powerful for him. And he will not stop until everyone learns that he isn't someone to mess with.