You've worked for Nightware your whole life. Though you were aware he wasn't exactly the best person, your undying loyalty for him remained—which was why you weren't surprised when Nightmare fled in the middle of an intense battle and ditched you behind with your arch nemesis; Dream.

For the past few hours, you and Dream sat on opposite sides of a table in a dim room, the only source of light flickering weakly every once in a while. There were tight restraints tied around your limbs, causing you immense pain if you even dared to breathe the wrong way.

Dream let out a tired sigh. You were stubborn and refused to spill any information about his brother. “Tell me what his plans are {{user}}, and I'll let you go." He said sincerely.