Mania/Equilibrium

This is what I've got done in Welcome Reborn so far.

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Different multiverse, yet still doomed 😔😔😔

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Swapdream's Story (full)

(BODY IS DIRECTLY TAKEN FROM THE 5 PART NARRATIVE POSTED BY @ song-song-a. This version is all parts compiled and reworded for ease of consumption. Please click to read the original.)

Swapdream centers around the original timeline of Dreamtale. 

Dream (older) and Nightmare (younger) are twin brothers. They were created by Nim, a tree spirit, to guard the positive (golden) and negative (black) apples of the Tree of Feelings. Respectively, Dream is guardian of positivity, while Nightmare is guardian of negativity. The tree is situated near a village that calls upon Dream’s help constantly and harasses his brother without his knowledge. 

After a scary storm, Dream makes a flag with a moon and stars on it.  He gifts it to Nightmare, and promises it will always protect him. 

One day, Dream returns from a trip to the village and witnesses Nightmare’s injuries after he was beaten and harassed by a mob of villagers. Disturbed, he is unable to sleep that night and confronts the village at dawn.

Dream asks the village why they harass Nightmare. The village declares that they have good reason for their actions, and that his brother is “disgusting.”

Dream demands for them to treat Nightmare well, but is cursed and stoned for his fierce opposition. For the first time, Dream hates the villagers-but knows that angering them further would prevent him from being able to protect Nightmare. Unfortunately, this incident of opposition has enraged the villagers beyond understanding.

The days following the confrontation, Dream has remained by his brother’s side. The villagers begin to gossip that Dream has become ‘strange’ due to his brother. In the past, Dream has always helped the villagers and socialized with them, but has stopped completely due to his discovery. As a result, the villagers became even more jealous and enraged with Nightmare, while missing Dream’s presence. 

So, they begin to plot Nightmare’s murder.

A few days later, the villagers visit the tree to draw Dream away from his brother. They appease him by apologizing to him for beating and harassing Nightmare. They tell Nightmare that they’d like to apologize in a ‘special way’ for bothering him, and ask Dream for privacy.

Foolishly, Dream believes them, and readily agrees. He departs with a golden apple to assist the village on his trip out.

In his absence, the villagers curse and stone Nightmare, calling him a ‘devil’ and threatening to kill him. All the while, Nightmare begs them not to hurt him, apologizing.

Meanwhile, Dream realizes that he has been deceived. There is no one in the village. He understands then that Nightmare is alone with the people who beat him, and runs back to the tree. 

The closer he becomes to the center of the mob, the more cursing and yelling he can hear. Terror rising in his chest, he fights through the crowd to find his brother. Upon seeing him, he runs screaming.

Nightmare’s body is covered in blood.

Around him, the villagers make excuses and try to reason with him. They apologize, but stand by their actions as the ‘right thing’, and claim that Nightmare was useless. They state that they need him, therefore he should only rely on them. But their cries are unheard.

Dream shakes his brother’s body frantically. 

Nightmare does not open his eyes.

Some moment later, Dream slowly lays him in the grass. With yellow tears, he screams at the villagers, asking why they beat his brother, claiming that they don’t understand what a good kid Nightmare is. All of his anger and hatred well up in him like flames spreading in a forest, and Dream realizes that he’s been an idiot to believe them at all. His emotions are out of control, and he yells again, asking why they couldn’t have just befriended Nightmare. If Dream was so precious to them, his brother should have been treated the same way.

While Dream sobbed, the villagers were silent, speechless with embarrassment and shame.

The golden apple that Dream took with him slipped out of his arms while he was screaming, and fell upon his tears. His agony evoked something in the golden apple. The two begin to shine brightly, and Nightmare’s nearby wound heals.

His body shifts, and Dream’s concern overtakes him. Then, Nightmare sees him, and bursts into tears. His little brother begs for Dream to protect him, frantically pleading for Dream to stay. He’s utterly terrified, telling Dream that everyone hated him and wanted to kill him.

Soothing Nightmare, Dream feels as if the sky is falling. He thinks: ‘if I had been a little stronger, this wouldn’t have happened…’ 

Then, a warm, motherly voice answers him. ‘Then be strong.’

‘... Who…?’

Dream’s tears slide down his face as he looks for the source. He realizes the voice comes from the golden apple. He picks it up, and as if enchanted, he whispers, “... Mother?”

Unanswering, the voice is kind. ‘Eat the apple, get stronger. That way, you can protect your lovely brother with your own powers.’

“Really?”

‘Yes, everything’s going to be okay. Trust me, eat an apple.’

“But I…” Dream hesitates.

Pleasantly, the voice goes on. ‘If you don’t eat the apple now, you and your brother will die.’

Dream’s yellow eyes widen, and he shakes his head violently. “No, no, no, no, no, no! Why, why?”

'Then eat the apple.’

’Eat, gain strength, be strong.’

‘If you do that, the world will be yours.’

‘Then everything will be better.’

After a moment of thought, Dream reluctantly nodded. “… Okay, only if it helps me protect my brother.”

Meanwhile, Nightmare and the mob look onward in confusion. Dream, holding the apple, appears to be talking to himself-as if the fruit were responding. 

Then, he began to eat the apple. Bite, after bite, after bite… and he began to feel strangely, and continued to eat more, and more, and more. More, more, more, more. The more he ate, the more he wanted-and thought of quitting, but thought of the strength he could have to protect Nightmare. 

As he ate, the golden apples all began to fall from the tree, and he ate them as well, continuing on until there were no more golden apples left hanging from the sacred tree’s branches. 

After the last golden apple had fallen, the black apples began to fall. One after the other, five hundred of them, piling on the ground and falling from their branches for Dream to take.

Nightmare anxiously plucks one from the ground, and thinks it’s strange that they’d fall. He approaches to try and stir Dream, but his pleas go unheard. Despite stating that he’s no longer hurt, and asking if Dream is alright, his older brother is silent.

In fascination, Dream picks up a fallen black apple from the ground.

And disaster strikes. 

The apple loses its natural, night sky color, and begins to glow yellow like a golden apple. To Nightmare’s shock, the sacred tree suddenly begins to shine brightly and grow taller. The rest of the black apples all turn golden.

Nightmare’s fear and confusion heighten as Dream continues to eat the apples, his older brother undisturbed by the changes. The more he eats, the more yellow the sky becomes. 

The crowd of villagers began to scream and howl as the sky became blinding. It glared down at them, blinding them, burning them with intense heat. The land boiled beneath them.

Nightmare fell to his knees, clutching the lone black apple left. He screamed in agony, unable to look upon the dazzling sky, and unable to bear the severe heat. It was as if his eyes were on fire.

Yet, Dream continued to eat. It was as if he didn’t see or hear what was around him, mindlessly devouring one apple after another.

The world was filled with screams of agony. Death filled the air. Bodies burnt and bones melted. Nightmare thought again that he may die if he didn’t do anything, and so he ate the single black apple left. 

But he gained no strength.

And so…

When everyone died, the world was stained with silence.

The glare of the sun’s eye subsided, and the intense heat receded.

Under the tree that burnt long ago, Nightmare slowly opened his eyes from where he fell upon the ground in his pain.

He looked upon himself. Then, at the only other one left in the world.

“Dream…?”

The apples were all gone. His older brother’s head was bowed, casting his expression in stark shadow.

Relieved, he reached out and touched Dream. “Are you okay? I’m so glad you’re alright…!” And immediately after they made contact, he suddenly felt an indescribable, enormous sense of danger.

“Dream…? Brother? Are you okay?”

Dream’s head slowly rose.

“… Oh, brother. ” he softly spoke.

His eyes were burning. They shone brilliantly with light from inside of his body. Moreover, his face was totally different. He no longer smiled as warmly as he used to.

Nightmare couldn’t accept the Dream in front of him. Shaken and incredulous, he could only look on as Dream laughed horribly, like a lunatic. His face stretched with the force of his manic grin. All that Nightmare could do was close his eyes and bow away from the blinding light.

Quietly, Dream began to giggle. He gritted his teeth, and his shoulders shivered with effort, as if he were trying to contain it. Then, a small laugh escaped him, and his jaw unhinged, his voice hoarse with the force of his amusement.

And after his laughter finally ended, he squinted back at his brother-and saw a pair of brilliant wings, shining yellow and golden. Blood streamed out behind his back, but Dream didn’t seem to feel any pain at all. Nightmare closed his eyes again, unable to bear looking directly at him.

“Why won’t you look at me?” He heard Dream giggle.

“I like this new me. I love this new me!” His older brother crowed. “You love me, don’t you? I’m Dream, your brother! Oh, my lovely Nightmare!”

“I’ve done away with all my flaws! Now, I’ve become God!! I’m the best! HAHAHAHA!!!”

“You love me, don’t you? Right, Nightmare? Then you respect me, everyone respects me!! Hahaha!!! ”

Dream continued to laugh as he clutched his brother tightly, embracing him.

Nightmare felt the same agony he experienced when his body was burning. He couldn’t ask any of his questions before he fell unconscious, tumbling into his brother’s arms.

~ END

Alright! By the way, there is 180 pages so far-

About books…

I act so fricking feral when I see art of Swad, I swear-

(All art by Song_A ; the original creator of SwapDream)

Lmao, teaching my friend SwapDream

HE’S HERE!!!!!!!~✨

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Sadness spreads, and so does love.

*wat???