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The meeting room was filled with silence and anticipation. Dream sat at the head of the table next to Ink and Blue. Sci stood facing the table of sanses, holding a syringe.
"Are you sure this will work?" Asked Dream
Sci took in a deep breath, "I'm sure. I tested it many times against the samples of his goop you got for me. It will remove the corruption, after that we'll need to get him straight to my lab so i can heal him if he needs it. He might need immediate intensive care once out of the corruption."
"Alright then. I will give you a week to further prepare the lab, then we'll go along with the plan." Dream looked at the sanses at the table. " Is everyone in agreement?"
The representative Red from the fell universes seemed discontent with the proposal, however it was expected. Red had expressed his desire to get revenge on Nightmare for a long time, but this wouldn't be alowed under the agreement. In there plan to get Nightmare back they would remove the corruption and then go through physical and mental rehabilitation. This left no room for retribution for any of the victims, but led to the most humane option one of which the leaders of the council had strived for.
Lust had a slim smile on his face hearing the plan. Although lust universes had been harmed by Nightmare, he had always been supportive of helping get him back to how he was instead of punishing him.
"No objections." The council agreed
"Good. Blue, Ink, and I will confront Nightmare on the second of November. Meeting dismissed!" Dream stared at the monsters talking amongst themselves before teleporting away. He breathed a sigh of relief once the last one left. Although he could say everything he needed to, he didn't know if he was ready. His hands shook while clenched tightly on the tables edge. He relaxed, letting his shoulders untense, and opened a portal to the doodle sphere.
Walking into his shared house with Ink he couldn't focus on anything around him. The house was stuck in a blurry haze as he walked up the stairs and made his way down the hallway. His room was painted as gold as the sun with a bed that matched. He slammed the door behind him, not caring if it left a scuff, and collapsed down onto his bed. He tossed and turned, tangling himself in his sheets. He didn't know what to do. He didn't know if he would be able to help Nightmare, if Nightmare could even be helped. He buried his head into his plush mound of pillows. Only time will tell, and when the time comes, as he promised, he will do anything for his brother. With that the guardian drifted into an unrestful slumber.