Dave laid in bed asleep when he started to toss and turn. He clutched the sheets as he started to whimper softly before waking up in a cold sweat. He sat up and rubbed his eyes to find that he was slightly crying.

'Fuck…. Strider's don't cry…. Get a hold of yourself Dave it was only a stupid nightmare….' But even with him telling himself that he still got out of bed and walked out of his room, heading down the hallway and stopping once he was outside his brothers room. He hesitated as he grabbed the handle. 'This is stupid…. You know he is there…' After a few moments Dave sighed slightly and opened the door just enough so that he could slip inside. He walked over to the sleeping form of Bro and looked down at him.

Dave's breathe caught in his throat as he realized that how Bro was laying was exactly how he looked when Dave found him dead. He grabbed one of Bros shoulders and slightly shook it, voice trembling. "B-Bro…?" The older Strider groaned and opened one of his eyes, glaring up at the younger until he saw the look in Dave's crimson eyes. Bro quickly sat up, a look of worry on his face.

"Dave? What's wrong?" He asked. Dave didn't say anything, he simply wrapped his arms around Bro and buried his face against the others chest. Bro sighed slightly and wrapped his arms around Dave, laying back on the bed. "Nightmares again?" He asked and he rubbed the others back. Dave nodded and kept his face buried in Bros shirt. "It's alright little man…. The game is over…. I won't let anything hurt you."