Cross and Killer fall back to Nightmare, raising a brow as the Star Sluts flee the breaking world. Killer sighs, stepping close to Nightmare.

"If you'll stop oogling your boyfriend, can we go home now?" Nightmare flushes Cyan as he looks up from Error to Killer, huffing.

"I was not oogling him, I was simply...observing his injuries to decide how best to use Cross' healing abilities on him."

"uh-huh. Portal home now, Boss. We can deal with him at home." Nightmare, still clearly flushed Cyan, opens a portal, his extra tentacles pulling the two with him through and he places Error on the couch, Cross sitting beside him and working on the worst of the injuries, whistling in a twisted sort of appreciation.

"He's running on near empty magic reserves, his body and soul have been fractured to near oblivion...Long Story Short in English, he shouldn't still be alive, if he were a normal monster. However, you've probably connected the dots, and yeah. He's not normal. Not sure how abnormal, but this kind of abnormal doesn't just happen. Someone made him like this." Nightmare sighs, growling at Cross.

"Well you better bring him back to the should be alive state, or else."

"Yeah yeah, I'll do my best."

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Nightmare aggressively taps his foot as Cross enters the kitchen where Horror, Dust, Killer, Fell, Razz, Black, Hate, and Nightmare all await Cross' information surrounding Error.

"He'll live. We have to wait for him to wake up for me to do anything more...specialized, since he'll know what best to focus on, but for now, he's not in that weird psuedo-death state." Nightmare sighs rather loudly in relief before blinking in confusion as everyone looks at him in shock.

"What?" Nobody answers, leaving Nightmare still confused. He doesn't understand, the team is behaving like he grew a head, an extra head.

A low and glitchy groan from the living room caused every one of the Bad Sanses to jump in panic and surprise, Cross rushing back into the room with the rest right behind to see a sight.

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Error slowly comes to consciousness, vaguely recognizing the ceiling and sighing.

Somehow he ended up in Mr.Goopy's mansion again. Error sits up, noticing the healing magic and bandages.

He lets out a soft groan, jumping in surprise when the door slams open and nine skeletons run into the room.

Error's body reacted before his mind could, doing an intricate parkour flip and standing behind the couch, dark black bone swords in hand.

"Uh..."

"Wh4t?" (What?)

"Your leg is broken." A skeleton with black tears going down his face nonchalantly says.

"The couch..." A dust covered skeleton quietly says.

"The rug..." A monster Error knows well, thanks to constantly stealing his chocolate, mutters in response to the dusty one.

"Your fucking bleeding and standing on a BROKEN LEG like it's just NOTHING!!!!" A monochrome skeleton with a big "x" shouts at Eror, who cowers away, grabbing his skull with one hand and tying up the monochrome's mouth with the other.

"5-5HUT UP!" (S-SHUT UP!) The entire castle goes quiet as Error begins glitching worse and worse, his breath rate increasing to near hyper-ventilation levels. Suddenly all his panic is gone and he can feel a goopy tentacle-

-Mr.Goopy's goopy tentacle, Error thinks for a moment-

-resting on his shoulder.

"Are you calm?"

"N-n0t r3411y..." (N-not really...)

"You aren't panicking anymore, which is really all I was aiming for. Now, release Cross' mouth." Error glares at Mr.Goopy, but sighs, obeying him and releasing Cross' mouth.

"His pain tolerance is jacked to unreasonably high amounts, yet he seems to get physically hurt from...well...I assume phobias?"

"Explain the pain tolerance."

"I'm th3 g0d 0f d35tructi0n. 5h3 c4n't h4v3 m3 c0114p5ing 3v3ry fiv3 minut35 ju5t c4u53 0f 4 f3w 5cr4tch35." (I'm the god of destruction. She can't have me collapsing every five minutes just cause of a few scratches.) Error groans under his breath as none of the Sans seem to understand what Error is saying. Error sighs.

God this is going to be a long day.

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Ink frowns as he looks at more plans and blueprints, something about the last fight with the destroyer irking him.

"Ink...what's wrong?"

"The last fight...he was more injured than when he left."

"Oh, Ink...Should we try to track him down? Get some answers?"

"No dice. He'll just fight us the minute he sees us, so anything he says is probably designed to antagonize us."

"Hmmm...don't Blue and Error supposedly have a friendship? Even if Blue's actually a victim of stockholm syndrome...we could use that to get answers. Tell Blue what we want him to ask, plant a video and audio device on Blue and then send Blue to meet Error in a neutral AU. Boom, honest answers given without us having to kidnap or force him."

"Maybe we can keep that on the back burner? I don't feel comfortable putting Blue in any more harm than he's been in."

"Then one of the neutral Sanses. Fresh, Lust, hell even Reaper might do it."

"Reaper is a no-go, he helped us in the whole Operation: K(ill) E(rror) remember? But Fresh or Lust could be good. Classic or Epic may be good options too." Dream smiles, resting his head on Ink's shoulder.

"Now let's head to bed. We can flesh out the plan tomorrow, okay?"

"...Okay." Ink follows Dream to bed, leaving behind the plans and the nagging voice at the back of his mind that says things aren't adding up with the Destroyer anymore.

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Dream's naive and trying to appease Ink, and there's another plan in the works to destroy Error.