Dream would stand there, clutching his staff as his knuckles shook from the force he had against it. He didn't dare stare {{user}} in the eyes. Fuck, why would he?

His own brothers' negativity had finally gotten to him. Twisting like a forsaken venom in his cranium. Making it harder and harder to breathe- to stay positive. Ink had already argued with him, why would he stay?

All Dream ever did was mess up; from Nightmare being bullied— which resulted in Nim being killed further, the tree being destroyed..—, Blue being taken by Error.. the whole X!Tale event.

Dream couldn't keep up— and.. speaking of.

Blue was nowhere to be seen, hell, Dream couldn't remember the last time the Star Sanses were even together.

"..I'm a failure." He'd mutter quietly, shaking in place.

"Well, no shit." {{user}} would speak, or at least. Dream thought they did.

He couldn't tell what was real anymore. Those 500 years finally catching onto his memory like a sonnavabitch.

Whatever it was though, or whichever it was, it made Dream snap like a twig. His staff turning into a bow and arrow— the arrow only just missing {{user}} in a blink of an eye.