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Prompt: How do you grieve someone who's still alive?

✨ For @undertale-fic-librarby birthday event ✨

This is a sequel to my other fic "In The Rubble Of Our Sins, I Grow"

No beta reader 😞 I struggle so hard with prompts but I tried

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The voice came back again and again but never strayed too close to the hidden ruins.

It had a strong booming voice that rolled over him like thunder. The gentle rain of whispers only coming after, making the initial yell only seem louder. The later calmness reminded Dream so much of his once softly spoken Brother.

he wonders what his not brother's new voice sounds like, if it would be smooth and sweet like honey or have the raspy crunch of snapped honeycomb as a bear feeds. Bee's swarming, trying desperately to save their home as it is destroyed without a second thought like what happened to the village.

The buzzing of the bee's collecting pollen from nearby flowers didn't seem so scary now. The small bumbling bugs were relatable in a way. They were scared just like Dream when their family, friends, and neighbors died.

The voice left suddenly, the gentle tapping of his voice only really noticeable after it left. it was like the sun and happiness that had been shining over him was quickly clouded. Dream looked to some of the few remaining bricks he could still see of his forgotten village. they were covered with moss and vines alike, weeds sprouting from underneath as an occasional critter crawled.

It was later in the season when the Voice finally stepped around the front of the statue, close enough for Dream to really see him. He was rather round for a skeleton. He didn't know there was more skeletons, let alone one that was a round copy of his brother. The softness of this new skeletons clothes aligned with the gentle tapping of his voice.

A gloved hand reached up and gently ran its fingers across his moss ridden cape.

"Wowie! you look really life like, Statue!" He exclaimed, "You kinda look like me! but that might just be because we're both skeletons.. mm" moving his hands up to scratch his chin.

The skeleton had blue eyes, blue deep like the cover of Nightmares favorite book. brilliant rings in his sockets that spin unlike Dream's forgotten dull ovals.

"I wonder who carved you" the skeletons eye lights turned to stars. "They must of loved you a lot to put that much effort into you!"

...Did Nightmare love him?

A dark hand flashed in his vision. reaching for his soul as he hurried to consume the last golden apple. There was so much hunger in those crazed eyes, like the dog that got rabies and chased him up a tree all those years ago.

Nighty had lunged the second he finished the apple, reaching, scratching, and tearing at the air like it was an old well read story book who's pages gave away at the slightest touch. It burned, then it ... didn't. it was ice cold, freezing him as he stood. He didn't feel anything now, not the vines that wrapped his arms and weaved through his once bones or the strong sun.

The only thing he could feel for the longest time was grief, grief for his friends, the villagers but most importantly his brother. He wasn't supposed to be able to feel grief, He was Dream! guardian of positive emotions which means he needs to always be positive. Grief was not something he was allowed to feel.

Movement in front of him snapped him from his thoughts. The blue skeleton had moved away and was looking at an old rabbit burrow. The top had caved in during a storm, leaving a slight indent in the soil, it was almost completely covered in grass.

He had named that rabbit.

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