Requested by maplelazuli...and uh....I may have forgotten the FGOD part of it. But you know what. It's what I wrote. So you know what. I like it. ^_^

~Error's POV~

I pace around the living room of Nightmare's castle, looking at the clock. Killer twirls his knife dangerously, probably trying to ignore me. Dust sits at the table, his chin on his hands, which are interlocked. His eyelights are following me as I pace back and forth. Cross is learning to cross-stitch, refusing to look at me. Nightmare is standing in the doorway to the kitchen.

"Horror will be fine. All the teachers are aware of his...issue...and are agreeable in helping us work this out and teach Horror all the things he needs." I look at Nightmare, sighing worriedly.

"The teachers might understand, but the other children won't. Have you met children?! They're more monsterous than us!" Nightmare rolls his eyes, walking over to me. He grips a hand of mine in one of his, but I jerk out of his hold. He sighs, walking to the stairs.

The front door opens five minutes later, Horror wincing slightly, holding his shoulder, gasping as his eyelights make contact with Killer, Dust, Cross, and myself. I rush over to Horror, leading him to a bathroom, getting down a first-aid-kit.

"Take your clothes off, dear. We'll get you all patched up." I look at Dust, who nods, getting the message.

Give me a name or a corpse. Dust runs off, Cross walking in the bathroom to help.

Within five minutes, the small cuts and scraps have been dealt with, and Horror's clothing put back on.

"S-sorry...to worry you...I tripped....I'm clumsy." I stare at Horror, Cross sneaking out of the bathroom. I pull him close to me.

"Horror...you can tell me the truth. You don't get this hurt from tripping." Horror whimpers softly, and I shift my hug so it's not on any bruises, which is a very hard task. Horror sighs softly.

"It...was a group of three...boys...Jean...Marco...and Lyon..." I help him up, leading him to the kitchen.

"I'll make your favorite food." I smile happily at him. I silently send a message to Dust to cease for now. I hum, making Horror's favorite food.

I serve him the food and he slowly eats, hesitant and fearful still.

Those fuckers...they'll wish I killed them.

I remain by Horror's side, even after he finishes his food.

"Hey, Horror, you control the TV tonight. Any show you want to watch. It's yours to watch."

"Hell's Kitchen?"

"Of course." We walk into the living room, and I grab the remote, changing the channel to a streaming service, Hell's Kitchen being selected. Horror watches Gordon Ramsay with excitement, mimicking the guy regarding food.

Dust walks in, sitting at the table. I nod at him, smiling coldly.

I'll take care of those fuckers myself.

~The next day~

I cut on the news as Horror comes down.

"-Police say it looked like a triple suicide, nooses made of blue rope. The three boys were found dead this morning, but forensics has confirmed that they were dead for several hours before discovery.-" I cut the news, looking at Horror.

"Seems those boys who bullied you aren't alive, triple suicide. The timing, so sad." I clap, smiling.

"But now you get to go to school, and learn all about food." Horror nods happily, the triple suicide already is forgotten. I lead him to school, grinning at the other parents who hold their children close. I walk him to his first class, waving goodbye and heading back home, a happy hum on my lips. I collect up the strings which made the nooses, walking all the way home, humming softly.

Dust chuckles when he sees me.

"A triple suicide? How timely."

"No blood means no fingerprints. It looks like a suicide because it was~" Killer sighs.

"Yeah, sure. Three boys with no hint of depression just up and suicided. Coincidentally a day after they beat the crap out of a certain mentally challenged Horror?"

"Mama Error takes good care of his children, and that's all that needs to be known."