Question: tengo una duda, en la historia principal, unos 4 o 5 años pasaron para que el humano de Dust reiniciara, ¿Esta la posibilidad que en esta historia también reinicie?

Answer: No, the human won't reset in "Secrets." The plot doesn't allow that.

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Nightmare's gang had been going through a tough period; opposition was strong, unfortunately, and we weren't able to keep up with it. It wasn't the amount of negativity, though; we only had to go out once every week, which was impressive, to say the least. What was holding us back was our adversaries, who had been fighting harder than ever before in an effort to stop us. Ink, the psychopath that he was, had added literal spikes onto his brush, although nobody saw anything wrong with that; Error said that Ink had likely used his powers to alter their minds. In addition to the constant threat of Cross and I being impaled, the swap brothers had been training..they hadn't been keen on using blue magic in the past, but Killer and Horror were now being tossed around at random intervals. As for Dream, he..well, he had actually been weakening..Nightmare said that he felt something different from his brother, but we couldn't focus on that, since enemies who were getting stronger needed more attention than those who were getting weaker, especially if we were being injured more. We were currently in the hospital; we had just returned from a battle, and our adversaries hadn't been very lenient today.

"Cross, you need to hold still." Nightmare sighed, trying to heal a particularly bad wound; those spikes hurt. 

"I-it hurts!" Cross whimpered.

"I can't heal you unless you're still.."

Cross tried his best to stay motionless, much to Nightmare's satisfaction. Within an hour, his wounds were all bandaged up, and he could go on his way..I was next.

"Dust, you need to let me see it." Nightmare was referring to my hip; Ink had hit it particularly hard during that fight.

I shook my skull; I was in too much pain to speak..

"Dust, I've allowed you to put it off for this long, but you need to allow me to see it." Nightmare stated. "I can't make the pain go away unless you let me."

I contemplated it for a moment before nodding and removing my hands from the site of the wound. If I was being totally honest, the pain seemed to triple when I stopped holding it..judging by Nightmare's expression, if he had known of the severity of the wound, he wouldn't have allowed me to go last..after he had stabilized the wound and bandaged it, he turned to me with a frown.

"Dust, you should have allowed me to check it sooner." He said.

"I know.." I replied. "I just didn't want to worry you.."

"Dust, as the leader of this team and your adoptive father, I have every right to worry about you; if there's anything that's bothering you, please, don't hesitate to come to me."

"..Okay. Thanks, Dad. I love you."

"I love you too, Dust. Now, you go play, and I'm going to go check on something.."

"Check on what?"

"There's an unusual amount of negativity coming from..somewhere.."

"Where?"

"..Somewhere I haven't been in quite some time."

"If we have to tell you where we're going every time we leave, can't you at least give us a hint as to where you're going?"

Nightmare chuckled a bit. "All right, you've got me there. I'm going to Dreamtale."

"Your old home?"

"Yes..if I'm remembering correctly, there shouldn't even be anyone there..negativity shouldn't exist."

"Huh..weird. Good luck, Dad!"

"Thank you, Dust. Go play now."

"Okay, Dad!" I lowered myself from the wooden table, heading for the door.

"Watch that hip!"

"I will!"

Walking to the living room was a bit slow, and I doubted that Killer would have been dragging me around for a while..but I would heal eventually. When I reached the living room, I found the rest of my family playing various board games; Killer eyed me eagerly with a backgammon board in front of him.

I was not getting out of that.

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Nightmare, because Dust being crushed in board games isn't relevant to this.

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As soon as my son left the hospital, I created a portal to my old home, Dreamtale. Stepping through it, I noticed that the grass was as dead as I had left it, and the sky was still a gloomy gray. The events of that day crossed my mind cruelly as I tried to locate the negativity surge; it was nearly overwhelming even me. I did regret eating those apples, but there was nothing I could do to take it back now..I could only hope that everything could have somehow turned out fine in the end. I sighed, knowing that my hope was almost pointless. I noticed that the negativity was next to where the tree used to be..odd. Without too much questioning, I teleported near the tree, finding a familiar figure crying under it: my brother. For a moment, I considered leaving; I had to keep up the illusion that I wanted nothing to do with him, or he would have been intent on helping me keep the balance..I didn't want him to have that sort of responsibility. Of course, I couldn't have just left him; that would have been bad, even if I had found it in my soul to hate him..I didn't. Instead, I made up my mind to speak to him, hopefully cheering him up..I didn't like seeing my brother sad.

"Dream?" I tried not to use a soft tone; that would have been suspicious. "Why are you crying?"

"Why would..y-you care?" Dream hadn't turned. "It's none of y-your business.."

"Negativity is my business." 

"J-just leave me alone.."

I sighed. "You've been getting weaker in battle..does this have to do with that?"

"Go away." Dream was holding something..

"What do you have there?"

"Didn't you hear me?!"

I flinched; my brother had never raised his voice like that..something was wrong..terribly wrong.

"I..can see that this isn't a good time.." I honestly had no idea what to do.

"It doesn't take a genius to realize that." Dream scoffed. "Just go."

"...All right.."

"Wait." Dream seemed to be having a change of soul..did he want me to stay, now?

"Yes?"

"Brother, I shouldn't push you away like that..I'm sorry. You can stay, if you want. I guess I am doing this for you, after all."

"Doing..what?"

Dream looked down at what he was holding before finally turning and showing it to me. My eyelight widened as I realized what the dreadful thing was, but..shouldn't it have been turning gold? Dream was a positive spirit..he wouldn't have been able to hold a negative apple unless..he was filled with negativity. That was why his aura was weakening! He had been flooded with negativity! Oh my, had I been the cause? I hadn't meant to drive him to this! I found myself incapable of thinking clearly; I had to compose myself and get my brother as far as possible away from that fruit..

"D-Dream.." I had no idea what to say.. "W-we can talk about this, c-can't we?"

"No." Dream said plainly. "No, brother, no, we can't. I'm tired, Nightmare. I'm tired of these games we play. The only reason you want me to stop is because you still have some remnant inside of you that still cares for me; I appreciate the thought, but I hate the rest of you. You go around hurting people all the time, not caring what anyone thinks. What do you think I feel when I think of you? People ask me if I have a brother, and I'm forced to say, 'Yes, he's the one who torments the multiverse.' People talk about you around me, and they don't even think that I might still care for you! Brother..to put it quite simply, I've tried not to be ashamed of you, but trying can only work so long..I don't want to have to try to understand you; I want to fully understand you. I want to know what I'm missing..and this will give me that. After today, I'll finally be able to see what you see, and we won't have to fight anymore, because I'll help you! Maybe I can finally convince you to stop attacking the multiverse..but if I can't, at least we'll have eachother."

"D-Dream, are you even listening to yourself?!" I couldn't move.

"Yes, brother, I am. I hope we can finally be closer..this shouldn't be a waste."

Dream lifted the apple to his skull; I couldn't move. He actually bit into it..I still couldn't move. Why couldn't I move?! The negativity..it was so strong..I couldn't handle it. Dream ate the entire apple, but I still couldn't move. Was this torture? It must have been. I was still frozen with pure fear as my brother fell on his knees and screamed out in pain; what had I done? It was my fault that Dream was being negative. It was my fault that he had eaten the apple; heck, it was my fault that there even was one! I thought I had eaten them all, but had I ever checked?! No..I hadn't. This was my fault, and I was facing the consequences. I watched with fear as a familiar black liquid began to creep onto my brother's body..as the same fell from my own. I was too afraid to move..what had I allowed to happen?! Before I could process what was happening, a black appendage seized me around my cervical vertebrae, lifting me up to come face-to-face with what some might have mistaken for me..but it wasn't me..it was Dream. The same black slime that had covered me from skull to phalanx now covered him, and he gazed into my now-violet eyelights with a single yellow one.

"That wasn't so bad, now, was it, brother?" He addressed me; I could barely hear him over my thoughts.

I had allowed him to make the same horrible decision that I had..what kind of a brother was I?! His eyelight was on the right; he was blinded in one eyelight, as I had been..what relevance did that even have?!

"I said.." Dream growled. "Was it?"

"I-I.." I could barely speak; I realized that my old voice was back.

"I see..you're just so stunned that you can't even comprehend what I'm saying; I get it. Luckily, I also have a solution for that."

"Wh-what?" I had no idea what I was saying..what was even going on?

Before I could react, I was slammed into the unforgiving ground; at the very least, I had regained my senses..Dream pulled me back up to face him.

"Brother, what should we do first, now that we're together again?" He acted as if he hadn't just nearly broken my spine, but I couldn't blame him..how had I acted after being corrupted?

"..I.." I looked at him fearfully. "Wh-why did you do that?"

"I wanted to understand you, and you know what? I think..I finally get it. Positivity is overrated, don't you think? Nobody needs to be happy..it's only a block in the road. Negativity is..warm. I think I understand everything, brother."

I reached for my communicator; maybe Error could have changed Dream's code to turn him back? It sounded better than the alternative. Before I could reach it, another tendril grabbed my wrist; that was a bad idea..

"Trying to call someone?" Dream ripped off my communicator and threw it away from us before turning to glare at me. "So..I take my time to try to understand you..and you immediately reject me..betray me. Very well, brother. I can see now that no matter what I do, you'll always be fighting me..it happened in the village, it happened when I tried to save you, and it's happening now. I get it; we're just not meant to work with eachother. I can accept that. What I can't accept..is you. So you're going to turn your back on me, even when I want to help you? What an ingrate. I suppose the world will be better off without you. Don't worry, brother; I'll take good care of your 'boys.'"

Dream proceeded to throw me against a building that had likely been abandoned for over a century; I couldn't find it in my soul to fight him. Maybe this was what I deserved..being beaten to death by my own brother..every hit felt like betrayal, but I couldn't bring myself to think of it that way. I found myself accepting the blows; maybe he was right, and I just hadn't noticed it..had I really betrayed him? I was sobbing as he showed me how little he thought of me..I had wronged him, hadn't I? With a final blow, he looked at my motionless figure on the ground with hate in his eyelight before spitting on me; that sealed it..he truly hated me. He didn't even bother to finish me off, opening a portal to leave me to die. Once he had left, I thought I was going to die; the setting was regrettably perfect. After waiting for death to overtake me for ten minutes, I heard..portals..multiple portals..

"There he is!" That sounded like..the Underswap Sans? 

"That doesn't look like him.." The Underswap Papyrus hummed. "Dream wears yellow, Blue.

"He looks good in purple!"

"What if it isn't him?"

"It isn't him.." Ink spoke up.

"Who else walks around with a crown and those kind of clothes?" The Underswap Sans inquired.

"Nightmare." 

"But..Nightmare's all goopy!"

"I visited Dreamtale before his corruption..I'll be darned if that isn't him."

"He looks pretty beat up.." The Underswap Papyrus commented.

 "Do we help him?" The Underswap Sans wondered.

"At the moment, he could be our only lead to finding Dream.." Ink sighed. "We're taking him."

When that had been said, I felt myself being lifted off the ground and carried into a portal. Due to the other side's advanced medical technology, I found myself able to move freely within a couple hours, at which point I was faced with the trio that had saved me.

"So, Nightmare.." Ink began. "Why were you in Dreamtale?"

"...I suppose I can answer your questions in return for saving my life." I had to keep up my reputation, if nothing else. "I was in Dreamtale because I sensed a large amount of negativity there."

"Where is Dream?" The Underswap Sans wanted to get straight to the point.

"I don't know where he is now, but he was in Dreamtale."

"Why was he in Dreamtale?" Ink regained his interrogator status.

"I don't know. He was the negativity that I felt."

"But..Dream can't be sad.." The Underswap Sans was confused.

"What? That's the stupidest thing I've ever heard! We may be linked to a type of energy, but that doesn't mean that we can't feel the other's! Dream has as much capability of being sad as I have of being happy."

"What happened in Dreamtale?" Ink wanted to get back to the questioning.

"I found Dream in front of where the tree used to stand. I started talking to him, trying to find out why he was there, when he pulled out a negative apple. Long story short, he had the brilliant idea of consuming said apple, and now he looks like I used to, and he's quite possibly more insane than I am."

"Was he the one who nearly killed you?" The Underswap Papyrus asked.

"It doesn't take a rocket scientist to figure that out."

"Ink, are you okay?" The Underswap Sans looked to Ink, who seemed strangely frozen.

"A negative apple?" Ink mouthed; I knew that look..I didn't know how, but I did.

"What did you do?" I accused.

"I-I didn't think it would have those consequences!"

"What did you do?!"

"I..may have created..a negative apple..for an experiment.." Ink chuckled nervously. "And..forgot about it?"

"You what?!"

 "I was going to try to regrow the tree for Dream's birthday, but I could only find negative energy..I was trying to find some positive energy, but I guess I left the negative apple there.."

"And now Dream's been corrupted.." I sighed..today was not a good day.

"I'm really sorry..could you maybe help us, you know, save him?"

"Do you realize how ironic it would be if I took Dream's old place while he took-" 

"What's wrong?"

"Dream..he..he said something.."

"About what?"

"My boys."

~~~chapter end woot~~~

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