Nightmare was sitting on his throne when Sci walked in with Red. He looked up, brows furrowed in confusion.
"I thought you said you needed a break, Sci?"

The nerdy Sans' eyelights were wide with excitement, and Nightmare internally cringed at the positivity.

"I think I've found a cure for Error!"

Nightmare sprang out of his seat.
"Well, what are we waiting for?!" he asked, walking swiftly to the living room, where the rest of the gang were playing games and eating snacks. Killer noticed Nightmare, and nudged Dust to get his attention.

"What's up, boss?"

Nightmare almost corrected Killer, but felt it was of little importance right now.
"Sci has found a cure for Error. Killer, you're coming with us, and the rest of you stay here and await further orders. Ok?"

They all saluted, and Killer stood up. He grinned sheepishly as he followed Nightmare, Sci, and Red into a portal. In light of Nightmare's change in attitude where he was concerned, he couldn't help but feel special. Maybe it was just him, but he felt like Nightmare really does care for him the same way he cares for Nightmare. It made Killer feel so warm and fuzzy inside to know that his crush shares his feelings.

The group arrived in the Doodlesphere just as Dream and Blueberry did. For a moment, the atmosphere was tense. The two guardians glared sternly at each other, while their significant others tried to divert their attention.

"C'mon, N-Nightmare," Killer said softly. "We have bigger things to worry about than fighting Dream."

"HE IS RIGHT, DREAM," Blueberry chimed in. "LET US GO AND CHECK UP ON INK AND ERROR. I'M CONVINCED THEY WILL BE QUITE HAPPY TO SEE US, ESPECIALLY IF WE ALL GET ALONG!"

Dream glanced down at Blueberry before sighing. Turning his gaze to his brother, he walked up to him. Nightmare stood firm, preparing himself for an attack, but none ever came. Instead, Dream held out his hand.

"I know we haven't been on the best terms, brother," he began, smiling faintly. "But could we put aside our hostility for one day? I want us to be brothers again, if only for a day."

Nightmare stared quietly at Dream's outstretched hand. On the one hand, this could just be a ploy to get him to lower his guard. Although, Dream is too bold and stubborn for a ruse such as that. If anyone was capable of a feint in the form of fake friendship, it was more than likely Nightmare. Sure, he wouldn't do that to any of his crew, but to his enemies, he was a ruthless player. So, it made him suspicious of Dream's sudden change of heart.

On the other hand, as far as Nightmare knew, Dream was still under the illusion that Nightmare hated him. He didn't show it often, but the apple incident had hurt him deeply, and he sought to fix their relationship and return it to what it once was. Nightmare didn't exactly care what their relationship was as long as Dream stayed out of his way. Of course, Dream didn't stay out of his way, taking Ink's side and what have you, so Nightmare deemed him an enemy. Now though....

Dream held his breath as Nightmare's single eyelight met his golden ones. It almost seemed... cold. Uncaring. Nonchalant and uninterested. He kept his hand up though, holding onto the frail hope his brother would still remember how much they had meant to each other in the past. He would give anything to bring back the brother he once knew, and to go back to lying under the starlit sky, pointing to constellations and watching stars shoot across the sky over the tree of feelings, again. He wanted so much to put this silly fight behind them, and for there to be peace in the multiverse once more. And he hoped that Nightmare wanted that, too.

Another minute passed, and finally, Nightmare took Dream's hand.
"Fine. You win. We can be... buddies for one day. Don't make me regret this, brother."

Despite Nightmare's harsh tone, Dream beamed brightly and shook his twin's hand, earning a slight hiss of annoyance from Nightmare.

While all the commotion was going on outside, Error woke up with a yawn. The first night out of his cast and he felt quite well-rested. He stretched a bit, crawling out from under the blanket Ink had draped over them both last night. He padded over to Ink's face, and licked the sleeping creator's nose to wake him up. It worked, and Ink stretched as he opened his eyesockets. He took a deep breath, letting it out in a satisfied hum.

"Good morning, Error," he mumbled, gently stroking the pup's head. Error went up closer, and touched his wet, little nose to Ink's cheek. Ink laughed groggily, then sat up. "So, what should we have for breakfast?"

Error shrugged slightly, and Ink hummed in thought. He suddenly lit up, his eyelights turning to gold and green stars.
"I've got it! How does bacon and eggs sound?"

Error wagged his tail and tried to smile, and Ink took that as it sounded good to him, too. He stood up, bringing Error with him to the kitchen. He set the dog down on one of the stools, and Error hopped up onto the counter to see what Ink was doing. The creator hummed a familiar tune as he worked, bringing out the eggs and mixing them up. He sprinkled salt and pepper in, then poured the eggs in the pan. He took out a second pan for the bacon, and started frying it up. Soon, the bacon was sizzling nicely, and Error's stomach growled as the smell of bacon permeated the air. Ink set out two plates and spread the finished scrambled eggs onto them. Once the bacon was fully cooked, he put two strips on each plate, and slid one to Error. The pup sniffed the eggs, and took a bite. It tasted delicious, so he dug in for more. Ink had cleaned up the mess, and sat down across from Error.

"Do you like your breakfast, Error?"

He nodded vigorously, trying the bacon and taking little bites at a time. Ink laughed and dug into his own food, humming in delight from the flavour.
"Welp, I think I did this right!" he said cheerfully between bites.

Before they could finish their meal, a knock came from the front door. Ink paused, in the middle of taking a bite, and stood up slowly. Taking out his paintbrush, he approached the door. Stealing a glance at Error, he noted the pup was curling up into a terrified ball. Error no doubt thought it was Fresh at the door, and Ink couldn't help but agree. Dream hasn't been here in awhile, and Nightmare... eh, would he even be bothered to visit, even if he knew Error was here?

Ink readied some red paint, intent on protecting the pup in his charge.
"Who is it?!" he yelled, slightly annoyed that someone interrupted his time spent with Error.

"Uh, a friend, I guess?"

Ink's expression went from surprise to joy and amusement when he recognized Sci's voice. He opened the door, putting his paintbrush away.
"Hey, Sci! How's it goin'?"

"Uh, good, sorta," Sci said nervously. Ink was about to ask what he meant, but Sci stepped aside to reveal five other skeletons. Ink was astonished to see Dream and Nightmare within ten feet of each other without looking like they were gonna kill each other, and he expressed this to them. Dream laughed, and Nightmare snorted.

"Well, when ya have the damn destroyer in your house without wanting to kill him, I'd say you're a hypocrite for judging us for sort of making up," Nightmare said, a tone of arrogance putting a lilt in his voice. Ink noticed it, and shook his head in amusement.

"Me and Error were just eating breakfast. Would you guys like to come in?"

He led them inside the living room, and went to go get Error. The poor pup had jumped back onto the stool to hide under the countertop, burying his head in his paws. He was shaking in fear, voices in his head tormenting him as he cowered.

'𝔸𝕨, 𝕨𝕠𝕦𝕝𝕕𝕛𝕒 𝕝𝕠𝕠𝕜 𝕒𝕥 𝕥𝕙𝕒𝕥.'

'𝕋𝕙𝕖 𝕡𝕠𝕠𝕣 𝕡𝕦𝕡𝕡𝕪 𝕚𝕤 𝕤𝕔𝕒𝕣𝕖𝕕~'

'Please stop...'

'𝕐𝕠𝕦'𝕣𝕖 𝕒 𝕔𝕠𝕨𝕒𝕣𝕕.'

'ℝ𝕖𝕝𝕪𝕚𝕟𝕘 𝕠𝕟 𝕀𝕟𝕜? ℙ𝕒𝕥𝕙𝕖𝕥𝕚𝕔!'

'ℍ𝕖'𝕝𝕝 𝕛𝕦𝕤𝕥 𝕒𝕓𝕒𝕟𝕕𝕠𝕟 𝕪𝕠𝕦.'

'𝔹𝕦𝕥 𝕪𝕠𝕦 𝕜𝕟𝕠𝕨 𝕥𝕙𝕒𝕥, 𝕒𝕝𝕣𝕖𝕒𝕕𝕪.'

'Th-that's not true...'

'𝕀𝕤𝕟'𝕥 𝕚𝕥, 𝕥𝕙𝕠𝕦𝕘𝕙? ℍ𝕖 𝕙𝕒𝕤 𝕠𝕟𝕝𝕪 𝕖𝕧𝕖𝕣 𝕨𝕒𝕟𝕥𝕖𝕕 𝕪𝕠𝕦 𝕕𝕖𝕒𝕕. ℍ𝕖 𝕨𝕒𝕟𝕥𝕤 𝕪𝕠𝕦 𝕥𝕠 𝕤𝕥𝕠𝕡 𝕕𝕖𝕤𝕥𝕣𝕠𝕪𝕚𝕟𝕘 𝕙𝕚𝕤 𝕡𝕣𝕖𝕔𝕚𝕠𝕦𝕤 𝕔𝕣𝕖𝕒𝕥𝕚𝕠𝕟𝕤, 𝕤𝕠 𝕥𝕙𝕖 𝕖𝕒𝕤𝕪 𝕨𝕒𝕪 𝕥𝕠 𝕕𝕠 𝕥𝕙𝕒𝕥 𝕚𝕤 𝕥𝕠 𝕜𝕚𝕝𝕝 𝕪𝕠𝕦, 𝕒𝕟𝕕 𝕘𝕖𝕥 𝕚𝕥 𝕠𝕧𝕖𝕣 𝕨𝕚𝕥𝕙.'

'𝕀 𝕞𝕖𝕒𝕟, 𝕚𝕥'𝕤 𝕟𝕠𝕥 𝕝𝕚𝕜𝕖 𝕪𝕠𝕦 𝕎𝔸ℕ𝕋 𝕥𝕠 𝕤𝕥𝕒𝕪 𝕒𝕝𝕚𝕧𝕖.'

'𝕐𝕠𝕦'𝕧𝕖 𝕨𝕒𝕟𝕥𝕖𝕕 𝕥𝕠 𝕕𝕚𝕖 𝕗𝕠𝕣 𝕔𝕖𝕟𝕥𝕦𝕣𝕚𝕖𝕤. ℍ𝕖𝕣𝕖'𝕤 𝕪𝕠𝕦𝕣 𝕠𝕡𝕡𝕠𝕣𝕥𝕦𝕟𝕚𝕥𝕪~'

Those voices were right. He had wanted to die for a long time. But, something changed when he became a dog. He was scared of everything, scared of Ink, scared of Dream, scared of falling, scared of dying, scared of his friends, scared of his own shadow! He hadn't cared before. What had changed?

He knew the answer. When he was a skeleton, he only had his job to worry about. Nothing else mattered. No injuries, no illnesses, sleep didn't matter, food didn't matter, nothing. It was only his job, his loathsome job that took all of his time, effort, and attention. Now as a dog, he had bigger things to worry about. Bigger things like trying not to get stepped on, eating the wrong things, stepping on something, twisting a leg wrong, being chased by bigger creatures - yes, a wild dog did chase after him once when Ink had taken him to a surface AU, but he was saved just in time by the creator - and overall just not dying. He had begun to fear everything, for many things could prove fatal to a creature as small as he was. Not only that, but he'd grown attached to Ink, and felt a need to stay around him. He knew it was wrong, that he shouldn't feel this way towards his enemy, but he couldn't help it. Ink had taken care of him while he was vulnerable, and he was deeply grateful for it. He wanted to be able to tell Ink that one day, so he tried his best to stay alive long enough to do that.

He flinched and tried to bolt when a hand settled on his back. He looked up and whined when he saw Ink. The creator frowned worriedly when he saw Error's wide-eyed, fearful expression.

"It's ok, Error. It's just our friends! They've come to say hi, and maybe give us good news! C'mon, it's alright."
He scooped Error up and held him protectively. They went into the living room, and Nightmare gaped at Error.

"Holy shit, you're tiny." He stood up and walked up to Ink, and the creator hugged Error closer. Error buried his head in Ink's arms, not out of fear, but embarrassment. He didn't expect Nightmare to be here, and he was unprepared for the many pairs of eyes staring at him curiously. It made him nervous, and Ink could tell.

"Nightmare," Ink said lowly, backing up a few steps. "I think Error would appreciate it if you didn't stare. I wouldn't want to be stared at in his situation, either."

Nightmare looked up at the creator unamused, then shrugged and took his seat on the couch next to Killer. The eyeless skeleton smiled a bit and waved at Error.

"Hi, Error. It's nice to see you, again."

Error looked up slightly, then buried his head back in Ink's arms. If he could blush, his face would be one giant ocean of dark blue.

Sci cleared his throat, gaining everyone's attention.
"S-so, um, you're probably wondering why we're all here."

"You have good news, I hope." Ink said, sitting down on Error's kennel.

"Did you actually put him in that thing?" Nightmare asked, gesturing to the kennel.

Ink blushed. "Uhhhhhhh.... wouldn't you put a dog in a kennel?"

"How about I take Error back to the castle where he'll be treated like an actual person?" He crossed his arms and narrowed his eyes at the creator.

"Absolutely not!"

"And why do you of all people get to decide what's best for him?"

"Because I am the one who took care of him while you sat around on your throne, thinking yourself high and mighty while Error was nearly killed by Fresh!" Ink held his head high in defiance, grinning proudly for getting a slight victory over Nightmare. However, the king wasn't done, yet.

"And who let him into their house where Error was in the first place?"

Ink hesitated, and Nightmare smirked triumphantly. It was true that Ink hadn't seen Fresh as a threat when he should have. It still cut him like a knife to his core that he'd allowed Error to get hurt under his watch, and he lowered his eyelights in guilt.

"Quit picking on him, brother," Dream snapped. "And he's right. You could've done something other than sit in your castle, waiting for something to happen."

Nightmare growled and stood up to stare his twin down.
"Oh yeah?! What was I supposed to do?! Error was missing, Sci was working on a cure, Fresh is impossible to track down, and the multiverse could be on the verge of collapse!!! How the hell was I supposed to do anything if it doesn't even help at all???!!!"

"You could've tried something!"

"Like what?!"

"I don't know!"

"Exactly!"

They were interrupted but a shrill, high-pitched bark, and they turned in surprise. Error stood tall on Ink's lap, a snarl of irritation locked on his face. He had been comforting Ink because the creator had been on the verge of crying. He was beating himself up mentally about what Nightmare said, and nothing Error was doing was helping. Error was tired of hearing them fight, so he began barking out admonitions to stop bickering like the babies they were. And since they couldn't understand what he was saying, he happily spewed out insults and threats to both guardians, knowing they'll never actually know what he said, only that he is angry.

Nightmare realized Error wanted him to stop, so he scoffed and returned to his seat, crossing his arms in frustration. Dream leaned against the wall, also crossing his arms, and each of the guardians' partners tried to calm them down. Satisfied, Error turned to Sci, who picked up where he left off.

"W-well, I have good news and bad news. Good news is, I've found a cure for Error. Bad news is... I haven't tested it. There's a chance it wouldn't work, but I doubt it'll be harmful." He took out a flask of the potion he'd made, and Error stared at it. Finally! He can go back to being a skeleton! Ink smiled sadly as Error looked back at him, his tail wagging happily.

"That's great news!" Ink said, his smile strained with poorly hidden sorrow. "I'm sure Error is very eager to get back to being a skeleton, heh."

Error turned around in his lap and put his paws on his chest. Tilting his head to the side, he silently asked him what was wrong. Ink sighed, petting his head slowly.
"I-I'm ok, Error. I'm just gonna miss you as a dog, that's all. I guess that's... selfish thinking, though. I-I want to you to go back to normal, honest! I just... I think you're cute like this...."

He blushed and took Error's paws off his chest. Everybody was looking at him with various expressions of disbelief, amusement, and something that resembled a look that told him they thought it was cute. Error wasn't helping either, because he snuggled up to Ink, licking his hand affectionately. Finally, Sci broke the suffocating silence.

"Well, um, E-Error? D-do you want to try the potion now?"

Error looked up at him, then up at Ink. The creator grinned supportively, and Error nodded to Sci. The nerdy skeleton knelt down to the floor, as did Ink with Error, and put the potion in a bowl he'd brought with him. Error approached the bowl and sniffed it cautiously, then lapped up some of the potion. It tasted like blueberry syrup, and Error couldn't decide if that was a good thing or not.

Immediately, he felt sick to his stomach. He whimpered and shook slightly, closing his eyes in pain. Ink was at his side quickly, rubbing his back soothingly. Error began to grow, and Sci stood back. He motioned for Ink to follow, but the creator stubbornly refused to leave his side. Error's fur and skin melted off, revealing black, red, and yellow bones, and his body changed back to a skeleton. Glitches popped up everywhere on his body, and he groaned as a headache formed right between his eyes. He tried opening them, but everything was fuzzy, and there was a ringing in his ears. He tried to move his arm, and he gasped as he saw that there was no fur on it. He was back to normal! He couldn't believe it! He sat up from someone's lap and happily flexed his fingers, laughing joyfully. He really is back!

Ink grinned as he watched Error hug himself. He's never seen the destroyer so happy, and it saddened him. He looked away as he realized he was staring, as everyone else had done, for Error had no clothes. Guess he needs new clothes, now.

"H-hey, Error?" Ink said, catching the destroyer's attention. "W-we should probably get you some clothes, heh..."

Error looked confused for a second, but then he looked down, and sure enough, he was naked. He tried to cover himself up, shyly looking away as his face heated up. Ink stood up and got a blanket, draping it over the destroyer's shoulders. He wrapped it around himself, humming at how soft it was, before looking up at Ink.

"IT'S GOOD TO HAVE YOU BACK, ERROR!" Blueberry exclaimed, making Error jolt in surprise. He looked up at his friend and smiled, but turned his attention back to Ink.

"I-Ink?" His voice was rough and scratchy, probably from disuse, but he tried, anyway. "C-an... we talk? P-pri... vately?"

Ink blushed and nodded. Error stood up unsteadily, and Ink helped him up the stairs. Nightmare met Error's eyelights, silently asking him what he was thinking. The destroyer rolled his eyelights, not caring what Nightmare thought. He needed to talk to Ink. He wanted to sort things out between them, as he had promised himself he would when Ink asked about it. Together, they went up the stairs to Ink's bedroom, and Error looked around. Strangely, Ink always slept on the couch while he was a dog, never bringing Error upstairs, and never going up himself. He sat on the bed carefully, getting used to using only two legs, again. Ink sat next to him, awkwardly swinging his legs over the edge.

"We-ll..." Error began, wrapping the blanket closer. "I-I gue- guess... um, are-are you re... ady to li-listen to me?"

Ink nodded. He turned to face Error fully, forcing his short attention span to focus solely on Error, and Error alone. The destroyer gulped at the intense look in Ink's eyelights, but spoke anyway.

"S-so... Y-You know I... destroy universes. I, um... I kill people, and I... I hurt you.... B-but I have a reason! I have a reason. I h-hear... voices. They tell me.... I have to destroy so the multiverse can... survive. I.... I know that's a horrible excuse, a-and you probably won't like this, but... as long as you create, I have to destroy. The multiverse... just can't handle so many universes. It'll start killing everything and anything that's too close to its borders, and everything will disappear."

Ink sat thinking for a moment. So Dream was right. Error had a reason, a legitimate reason, to destroy universes. The only thing that confused him was why. Why didn't anyone tell him, the creator, that there was an AU limit? For some reason, he felt the weight of a judgemental pair of eyes boring into his soul, and he silently apologized to whoever the eyes belonged to for whatever he'd done to offend them. At length, he turned to Error.

"I understand. And I'm sorry, Error. Can you... ever forgive me for being stupid enough to ignore all your warnings?" Ink looked away, burying his head in his hands. "No, you probably wouldn't. I deserve your hostility and hate. I should've been smarter, more attentive. Things would be so much better if I wasn't here-"

"No!"

Ink jumped at the sudden outburst. He looked up to see Error looking at him with a pained and almost angry expression, and he looked away in fear.

Error was furious! How could Ink feel this way?! Who dared to put these thoughts in the creator's head?! Was it the voices? Well, if he could, he'd personally send them to hell with a smile if he could rid Ink of their hurtful words. Now though, he turned Ink's face to look into his eyelights.
"You deserve to be here. You deserve every good thing in life, and you should never think otherwise! I have spent my whole life, at least what I can remember, fighting against a brilliant creator who cares for his creations, and I regret it now more than ever. It hurts me so much to see you like this because... I-I have... thought the same things. Those voices I hear? They aren't nice. Not nice at all. They get mad at me for disobeying their smallest demands, and they scream in my head until all I can hear is them. It hurts, and I've tried to... tried to kill myself multiple times. Trust me, it's not fun. But please, don't think like that."

Error rubbed Ink's cheek as a tear rolled down, and Ink held his hand close. The creator closed his eyesockets, gulping down the lump of tears in his nonexistent throat. He couldn't believe it was Error who was comforting him now. They had been enemies for as long as he could remember, and this felt so weird taking comfort in his presence. He opened his eyes again, and looked into Error's blue and cream ones.

"Th-thank you, Error. Thank you so much for that. I-I.... c-can I... hug you?"

Error smiled and wrapped his arms around Ink. Surprised, Ink slowly wrapped his arms around Error as well. The two sat there for a long time. Neither wanted to leave the other's embrace. It felt so comfortable and welcoming, it was like they fit together perfectly like pieces of a puzzle. It was lovely, and warm, and safe, and....

And Ink finally realized Error was still naked.

Reluctantly, he drew away from Error's grip, disappointing the glitchy skeleton. He awkwardly looked away, clearing his throat and blushing.
"U-uh, m-maybe I should... paint you a new outfit, Error...."

Error blinked, then looked away in embarrassment.
"Y-yeah. U-uh, th-that'd be nice...."

Ink pulled out his paintbrush and began to work, drawing a beautiful red sweater, electric blue boxers, a pair of black sweatpants, and white sneakers. Error tried them on as Ink closed his eyes, and he ran a hand over the fabric of his new shirt. It was incredibly soft, as were his pants, and he hugged himself. He tapped Ink's shoulder, and the creator opened his eyes to see Error in the new outfit. It looked very similar to his old one, but it still made him look quite handsome.

"Lookin' good, Error," Ink winked, causing Error to smile wider. He struck a proud pose, and Ink laughed. Together, they headed downstairs, where, for some reason, Nightmare, Red, and Dream were in the their laps. Blueberry was sitting in Dream's lap, Killer in Nightmare's, and Sci in Red's. Apparently, Nightmare thought it'd be a great idea to embarrass their significant others, and Red and Dream had agreed. So, they grabbed their partners and sat on the couch, soon falling asleep because it was boring just sitting there.

Ink snickered at an indignant Blueberry, who Dream had picked up and placed him on his lap like that's where he belonged. He glared at them, fuming from their mischievous looks.

Error smirked at Sci, who hid his face in his hands. He hadn't even stopped Red, but Sci mumbled to himself that he'd never let him go too far.

They both grinned stupidly at Killer, who just happily snuggled into Nightmare's hoodie. He had the one he wanted, and he felt like he had won a war. They were very happy for him, because Error knew, as all the other crewmates did, that Killer had a crush on the king.

Soon, the sleeping skeletons woke up, and Nightmare was the first to speak.
"Hey, Error. How did it feel being a teeny tiny doggy?~"

Error rolled his eyes.
"Terrifying. You wouldn't believe how many things tried to kill me while I was in a cast. Damn wild mutts. Somebody ought to shoot 'em."

"Error, don't say that!" Ink said. "What if they shot you?"

"I was too small to be a threat. Those dogs were the size of you on their hind legs, and they had jaws big enough to swallow me whole!"

Ink sighed.
"Well, at least I got you away before it could hurt you." He suddenly pulled Error into a hug, and the glitchy skeleton hugged back. He noticed both guardians looking at him with narrowed eyesockets and smirks, and he glared at them. He wanted to yell at them for thinking he was interested in actually dating Ink, but realized he didn't have an argument against it. It's not that he was, he just couldn't think of a good excuse not to.

Ink pulled away, and the guardians' expressions changed to neutral ones.

"So," Dream started. "Did you guys talk things out?"

Ink nodded.
"Yeah. I finally know why Error destroys, and I won't create any more AUs."

Error swiftly turned to him, a surprised look on his face.
"W-we never discussed that! You love making AUs! Why would you give that up?"

Ink turned to him, a determined look written on his face.
"You said so yourself. As long as I create, you must destroy. If I have to give up creating to save my other creations, I will. There's no sense in causing more pain and suffering if I can stop it. Besides... you don't like your job. Wouldn't you like to give it up?" He smiled, and Error sighed.

"Yes.... I want to give it up, but... What about you? You want to keep creating. I'd be a bastard for taking that away."

Ink put his hands on Error's shoulders, and the two locked eyelights.
"I'm not doing it just for you, Error. It may be part of the reason, but that's not all of it. I want to keep my remaining creations safe, so in order to do that, I must stop. Alright?"

Error nodded.
"Alright."

Ink nodded back, then turned to the others.
"There. No more creation, no more destruction. And Nightmare will stop fighting with Dream, since they only fight because they help either of us. Riiiight?"

He glared at the two guardians, and they shrunk in their seats. They nodded, and Ink sighed in satisfaction.
"Perfect. Now shake on it."

The guardians looked at each other in confusion, and Ink turned to Error. He held his hand out, and Error took it. They shook hands, nodding to the guardians to do the same. They did after standing up, and Dream hugged his brother just for good measure. Nightmare allowed it, not really caring and not realizing he could be starting something where Dream just randomly hugs him just for fun. Eh, it might come back to bite him in tbe ass one day, but today is not that day.

Ink waved to his friends as they left, looking back in confusion when it was only Error left in the house. He walked up to the glitchy skeleton, taking his hands in his own.

"Something wrong, Error?"

Error shifted his weight from one leg to the other, deciding his words.
"I... I don't want... to go back to the Anti-Void...."

Ink brought a hand up to Error's face and tilted it up. They looked at each other, and Error averted his gaze. Did I forget to mention Ink is taller than Error? If so, now you know. The glitchy skeleton sighed and looked down, turning away from the creator. Ink led him to the couch, where they sat close together.

"You don't have to go back, y'know."

Error looked up at Ink in surprise.
"Wh-what-"

"You can stay here if you want. I can make you a room, and we can sit on the couch and watch movies all night long, and when we get up in the morning, I can make you waffles, or we can make eggs and bacon again, or any meal you can think of, and then we can draw pictures, and go take a walk in a sunny AU, and-"

"Slow down, Ink," Error laughed, putting a hand on Ink's shoulder. Ink rubbed the back of his neck, smiling sheepishly.

"Heh heh, sorry. Just got a bit carried away."

"It's ok. But, what if we go somewhere. You've probably seen OuterTale a hundred times, but... I'd like to show you something."

Ink excitedly agreed, and Error opened a portal to OuterTale. They went in, and Error sighed happily as he gazed up at the beautiful sight. There was a slight breeze, and they sat upwind from Stardin. The smell of cinnamon buns brought back a few memories, and Error sat at the edge of the little island they were on. Ink joined him, finding a strange peace in the silence.

"I can see why you like it here so much," Ink whispered, reluctant to break the enchantment the AU held over Error. The glitchy skeleton simply breathed in and let it out slowly, closing his eyes and leaning his head gently Ink's shoulder. The creator scooted closer and held his arm around Error's waist, looking up at the stars with a content smile on his face.

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Hewwo. I am le back with another very long chapter. 5000 words and I'm still goin'! :D

Anywho, for anyone wondering, no this isn't the end of the book. I have a few fun ideas, and they involve the plot of this book, so this one is by no means complete. Hell, I don't even know how to complete a book! I am still learning how Wattpad works, so until I have figured out how to complete a book, all my books will say they are incomplete, despite the fact that one is already, and I only have one more chapter to go in the second one. It's part of my book series I'm writing, and if you like this book, I encourage you to check out my other books! I hope you enjoy them as much as I enjoy writing them, because I work tirelessly to provide a worthy story to read.

Anyway, hope to see you guys in the next chapter! Bai!