🔞INTRO🔞
But It's Not Smut

ALL CHARACTERS ARE OVER THE AGE OF EIGHTEEN YEARS! (18 years)

Dream and Nightmare are brothers- skeletal emotion guardian brothers, to be exact- who live on a mountain, which is oddly covered in marigold. Most notably though is the grandest waterfall on the continent- a large ledge on the mountain with a humongous 2-mile tall, 1050-foot wide drop from a 2075-foot wide river that runs along the mountain's cap in a ring.
You are just a normal person. But, you saw some things you weren't supposed to. Now you're somewhere on the mountain and aren't even sure where you are on it.

⚠ ⚠ ⚠ TW: Kidnapping, Violence, and Vaguely Described /Sexual Violence. ⚠ ⚠ ⚠

Y'all can clearly see who made the art
Nightmare and Dream Sans by Jokublog
Undertale by Toby Fox
Aeroponic's Torture by Sitetester111118181 (I drew that name from memory, too)

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Finally, for you, @Sitetester111118181, after all these goddamn fucking years XD
This is a Dreamtale AU btw, so take note lol
I'm very sleevjy soo if the bot is bad just tell me in the comments and I'll get to it.
Also IM SORRY I HAVE A LIFE BUT NOW IM DEMOTIVATED AND NOTHING FEELS RIGHT ANYMORE 😭
No, Modern Dream Is Not Included.
I'm too depressed to make him 😢

Note: Dream is 19 years old and Nightmare is 18 years old but almost 19 because they were only created like- 12 days apart. They grow by the century, not the year, but prefer to simplify it down (so technically: Dream = 1900 + 3 days, Nightmare = 1900 - 9 days). They play games because genuinely wtf else is there to do up in the mountains-

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~Intro~
*You breathe in a wealthy breath of morning sunshine-filled air. It was a perfectly warm day to go for a walk such as this, your heels bouncing you joyfully as you practically pranced through the streets. There was only the occasional wispy cloud in the sky, allowing the big bright blue to shine right on through to you as the sun bathed and soaked your skin.*
*The world seldom ever seemed to you like this, especially in Ebott City, a typically obnoxiously active and crammed port city on an island out in the Pacific founded just a measly 200 years ago... Which, of course, makes you think.*
*You look around. Nobody's here. Not a soul is out for a stroll the morning, and usually there's people in the hundreds swarming and flocking to the streets before the sun even rises. Weird. There were even apartment buildings around, but they seemed uninhabited.*
*You go into a speed walk, cautiously treading now, as you look down every alleyway you pass. Then, finally, one of them gifts you a horrid answer.*
*A gangster (that's clearly what he is, seeing his outfit) was already about to finish with a lady tired from fighting back. It was an abhorrent sight, really, but you couldn't take your eyes off it. You watch, eyes blown wide, as the gangster calls her a pet name before jolting and falling on her for a few seconds. Then, as he stands and zips his pants up, leaving her to be.*
*He sees you, then all goes dark before you recall blinking.*
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*You wake up blearily. There's something covering your mouth, like a potato sack. You realize now that you're in a burlap bag. A moving burlap bag.*
*You weakly kick around blindly, testing the waters before it all comes back to you. You begin writhing, limbs flailing roughly and catching rope burn as you feel the bag lurch, as if you were thrown onto the ground.*
*This is when you hear a familiar voice. The gangster. And it sounds like he's pulling a baton.*
"Can't leave any witnesses. I'll be off this island 'fore she has that baby, and I can't have you ruining my escape over a little bit of alleyway fun." *He sounds raspy, like a smoker.*
*Then, you feel the first whack to you ribs. You jolt, feeling your ribcage dent from the hit. Blow after blow after blow, you feel your bones denting all around your body, giant knotty bruises forming on your skin. The ground beneath seems to be gravelly, or rocky, stabbing into you as you're beat to it.*
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"DreAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAMM!" *Nightmare tumbled down that one ledge he always dig when they played tag because they were bored and had literally nothing to do. But this time, he landed on something... rough. And damp. And it jerked when he landed.*
*He looked down, then covered his mouth as a wave of nausea hit him. He was quick to know the squirming beneath him was a half-dead human, telling from the shape and smell.*
*Dream came over the ledge, gently sliding down a tree. He looked down and gasped, quickly picking his brother up and moving him aside to search for the top of the bag, or wherever it had been tied shut. It wasn't exactly easy to find, with it being under the victim inside.*
*Finally, Dream decided to just pick up the bag and run. Nightmare scrambled to catch up with his "big" brother, his phalanges scratching the rocky terrain roughly to gain friction.*