Nightmare POV
I woke up yet again to Dust and Horror trying to kill each other. That's how they play I suppose. So I ignored it and went to the main room.
"Did anyone feed the brat?" I asked.
"What's the point? She ain't gonna eat it." Killer said.
"She actually prefers to be called a he." Error corrected.
"...huh?" Horror asked.
"Ask him." Error said.
  "And take him some food. We just want to scare him not kill him." I said.
  "Ughhhh fine."
  He killed a Frisk and got to cooking.
  "Normal food."
  He threw a knife at me. I caught it. He grumbled and got some cereal.
  He didn't even put it in a bowl he just poured milk into the box. They all looked at me as he went to the dungeons.
  I haven't even been up twenty minutes and they're already being nuisances.

Ink POV
I've been here for about a week. I refused to eat. To afraid it'll be poisoned. Or something else.
Error force fed me though. I punched him. Now I feel bad. I decided to make the best of my time here. To apologize I decided to draw him something.
  After all thus given me paper and pencils. While I was drawing Horror came down ugh a soggy box.
  "...what the hell?"
  "Error says you wanna be a boy." He said, handing me the box.
  I sighed, pushed it in the corner with the rest and looked at him in the eyes.
  "What of it?" I asked.
  "Well Dream kept-"
  "Dream doesn't know." I stated coldly.
  "Do you trust Error more?" He asked.
  "...Error knew before we started fighting." I answered, a knot in my 'throat'.
  Horror opened the cell door and dragged me out. I didn't fight it. No point.
  I don't care anymore. I don't have the strength right now. I'm to tired and hungry.
  He tied my wrist to the kitchen table and his friends all looked at him like he was crazy.
  "You two were friends!?" He asked, pointing to me then to Error then back to me.
  "That was a long time ago." Error spat.
  He avoided eye contact with me. Cross gave me some chocolate milk and got some for himself as well. I am so confused right now.
  I was asked to explain. When I was silent Error took me aside.
  "They won't kill you for this. The only reason they want to is because you're on the wrong side." He said.
  "I'm on the wrong side!?" I half yelled. "I'm on the wrong- ok no. I do not kill people. I do not hurt other worlds! How am I on the wrong. Fucking. Side!?"
  He put his hands on my shoulders and that made me tense up. My breath cut short and I didn't move. He's afraid of touch.
  He tied my hands and I somehow felt ok enough to tell them. Not everything.
  I never told them about the times that I'd saved him.
  All the times I'd healed him. Anything that'd make him seem...weird to them. Because I still think of him as my friend.
  The first person to know the real me. The last person I ever wanted to tell.
  I trusted him with that though and he told Horror. Not that I care but, still.