Art not mine.

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Dream woke up in a dark area. That's all he saw. Darkness. Nothing. Black.

"Do you blame yourself?"

Dream turned around and Nightmare was standing there, holding a book in his hands. His eye lights were both a sci-fi green that looked somewhat menacing and was in a different attire. His expression seemed pretty blank."What?" Dream asked.

"Well, it's quite common in this situation for a patient to feel a kind of... guilt."

Nightmare replied. At the last word, he looked like he was thinking, and he sounded like he was actually speaking facts (What do you expect? He knows all about negativity and how people feel or react to/about events and such)."What situation?" Dream asked. Suddenly, a black goop covered one of Nightmare's eyes and six tentacles, three on each side, came out of his back and his expression was emotionless.

"The Accident."