So uh I forgot to put a notice chapter/author's note at the beginning because I was so hyped...

But uh

A N Y WAY

I'm actually transferring chapters over from Quotev for now. Once I get caught up, though, it's probably going to be a long time before I finally get off my a** and update it. 

So enjoy the somewhat-reliable updates while they last.

"It'll be fun!" Dream assured him. "Have you ever been to one before?" "Uhh... n0. 700 m4ny p30pl3," Error shuddered. "1 w0uld r47h3r h4v3 N1- 1nk p1553d 47 m3 7h3n 517 0n 4 cr4mp3d r0ll3rc04573r." Dream smiled. "Well, it might be crowded anyways, but you can also play games for prizes like stuffed animals, or sometimes they have cool hats!"

"Why w0uld 4ny0n3 w4n7 70 90 70 5uch 4 cr0wd3d pl4c3 f0r h475?"
Dream put his hands on his hips. "Usually, they have something from a video game or TV series on them," he started. "Besides, people don't just go for the prizes, they go to have fun!"
Error thought about this. "...Wh47 k1nd 0f g4m35?", he asked carefully. Dream's eye lights became big stars as he started telling Error all about midway games. "Some parks also have arcades," he rambled on, "but they're always full of people and they mostly just have grabber-arm games that don't work very well."
Dream finally stopped to breathe and laughed sheepishly at the look on Error's skull.
"Too much?"
"Y35."
"...Soooo do you want to come with me?"
Error sighed. "4lr19h7, f1n3." Dream squealed in delight and beamed at him. "Great! Lets go, I know where it is!" 'H0w d1d 1 l37 h1m 74lk m3 1n70 7h25?' Error thought as he followed Dream down the hill.

Dream was having loads of fun. He beat Error at the balloon pop and whack-a-mole (although it was close). He narrowly lost at the ring toss, and somehow managed to convince his glitchy companion to ride the farris wheel. At the moment, they were walking around and looking for another game to play. "Wh47 15 7H47?" Error asked, stopping suddenly. He was pointing at something hanging from the prize hooks for one of those milk jug games. "Pfft. Error, that's a stuffed unicorn," Dream giggled. "17 l00k5 l1k3 17 w45 574bb3d 1n 7h3 f4c3," he said flatly. The guy running the stand heard him and laughed. "Nah, it was born with it. Fluffy here was born to stab OTHERS." Error snorted. "50, 17'5 n07 4 un1c0rn, 17'5 4 574b h0r53."

"Oh my gosh, Error," Dream laughed. "Wh47? 17'5 n07 m MY f4ul7 17 w45n'7 n4m3d r19h7."
"Hey, if you want, you can try and get one yourself," the guy said. "You have to knock down all three bottles."
"Ch4ll3n93 4cc3p73d," Error said, cracking his knuckles. "No cheating!" Dream told him sternly as he handed the guy his money. Error looked at him in mock hurt. "Wh47? M3? Ch347? N3v3r."

He only need one ball. With his strength and accuracy, Error easily knocked the heavy bottles to the ground. Dream clapped appreciatively, and the guy hand Error a 'stab horse'. "Thank you," Dream called over his shoulder as they two skeletons walked away. "Are you going to name it?" Dream asked him cheekily. "1 4lr34dy h4v3," Error answered matter-of-factly, "17'5 n4m3 15 S74bby." Dream chuckled at that. "Stabby the stab horse?"
"Y3p." They kept walking. By now, it was almost closing time, and Dream didn't want to say goodbye to Error yet. The thought made his cheek bones heat up slightly, but Error was too busy with Stabby to notice. He was trying to figure out how to make his new toy look more realistic, and was actually doing a really good job. Dream could feel that everyone in the park was tired, and it was making him tired, too. He yawned, and Error looked up from his task. "4r3 y0u 71r3d 4lr34dy?" He asked in amazement. Dream shrugged. "We got here kind of late, and everyone else in the park is getting tired," Dream told him. "Plus, it's almost closing time." "0h." Dream thought he could hear a hint of disappointment in his glitching voice, and grinned broadly. "So was it as bad as you thought it would be?" He asked. "N0, n07 r34lly," Error admitted. "Bu7 1 w0uldn'7 w4n7 70 c0m3 h3r3 0f73n."

"No, of course not," Dream said, holding back laughter. Error glared at him, and opened his mouth to say something when a certain black-and-white clad taco-lover ran into them.
"H3-h3-h3y, w47ch 1-1-17!"
"Error?"
"Cross?"
"DREAM?!"
"N19h7m4r3?!?"
"CROOOOOSSS!"
"RUN!"
Cross grabbed Dream and Error's sleeves and ran from a very angry Nightmare. "Why is he mad at you?" Dream yelled to Cross as they ran. "Something about having a taco deal with Blue," he shouted back. "4nd y0u c4m3 b4ck h3r3?" Error growled. "He was waiting for me," Cross protested, "If he had found me somewhere else, I sure as hell wouldn't be here now!" Dream was still tired and started to fall behind. And then suddenly he remembered that he was a sentient magic skeleton and had something that was like a brain. He forced his legs to move faster, grabbed Cross's and Error's jackets and teleported to wherever Ink was.

"OH MY GOODNESS!" Blue yelled, jumping in place. "IT'S BEAUTIFUL!" The shopkeeper, whose name he just learned was Morgan, laughed. "Thanks. I guess I did a good job, then?" She said jokingly. "IT LOOKS EXACTLY LIKE THE REAL PLACE!" "Sans, calm down," Ink chuckled. "You might break the floor tiles." "OH. I'M SORRY, MORGAN." Blue thought that Morgan's mosaic should be the centerpiece in and art museum, and was about to say so when the tired-looking group of Dream, Cross, and Error teleported into the store. Morgan blinked. "How did you three-you guys weren't there a second ago...?"
"Hello!" Dream said tiredly, "Wow... Ink, is this the shop your always telling us about?"
"Oh! Are you friends of his?"
"Yes," Dream replied.
"N0," Error said quickly.
"Sort of," Cross said with a sideways glance at Ink, who introduced them to Morgan.
"WHY ARE ALL THREE OF YOU HERE?" Blue asked them. He thought Cross had already left Underswap, and why were Dream and Error together? "IS SOMETHING WRONG?"

"Yeah. Nightmare decided to stop by," Cross said, looking around in wonder. "Dude. Did you MAKE all of this yourself?" He asked Morgan. "Sure did!"
"Could you show me how?"
"Um, I hate to interrupt, but I think we should probably get going before Nightmare finds us," Dream pointed out. "Who's Nightmare?" Morgan asked curiously. "He's-" Ink started, but Dream cut him off. "My brother. We sort of...made him really mad."
"9uy5 1 7h1nk 1 h34r h1m," Error said tensely. Sure enough, the distant sounds of an angry goop skeleton we're getting louder. Blue hoped that Nightmare wouldn't bother Morgan; if he found out that the five of them had been there he'd probably kill her, or at the very least destroy her shop. Ink cursed under his breath. "Thanks for the pencils!" He called to Morgan before running out the door, with Blue, Cross, Dream, and Error following behind him.

"I THINK WE SHOULD SPLIT UP," Blue told the others. " THAY WAY, HE'LL NEED TO CHOSE WHICH OF US TO FOLLOW."
"That's a good idea," Cross said, "except he'll probably go after me first, and I really don't want to be alone when he finds me."
"I wouldn't bet on it," Ink told him. "We had a run-in with him just before we got here."
"Did I ever tell you guys that Nightmare is really good at throwing his voice?" Dream said, his voice wavering. "He can make his voice sound like he's really far away when he might be right behind you..." Everyone turned around to face Morgan's store. To their relief, Nightmare wasn't there. But then they looked up. "Yo! What's hanging, my radical broskies?" Sitting on the roof, in all of his multi-colored, YOLO radness, was Fresh. Error groaned. "15 7h3 wh0l3 MUL71V3R53 h3r3?!?" Fresh stood up and teleported to the ground, making Error jump and glitch. "That's not very rad, yo," Fresh chided him. "I just thought I'd poof in and see what all the un-rad darkness that was all up and covering this AU was coming from. Now I know that it's Dream's radical skelebro!" Fresh adjusted his 'YOLO' glasses. "Speaking of skelebros, I do believe I saw Nightmare near your crib, Blueberry. Your bro seemed pretty triggered." After taking a moment to translate Fresh's words into the common tongue, Blue's eye sockets widened. He ran off down the street, Cross and Dream at his heels with Ink and Error right behind them. He was a few blocks away, and he could hear what Nightmare was saying now. "...value your life, you'll tell me where your brother is!" He ran even faster, praying that he wasn't too late. He turned the corner and summoned his Gaster Blaster, ready to fight-
Only to see Papyrus vanish into a black portal.

Blue called off his blaster and buried his face in his hands. Cross wanted to give the guy a hug, but that might not go over well with some people. 'Dude,' Chara groaned. 'We both know you want to. Go over there and try to cheer him up!'
'Oh yeah?' Cross thought back glumly. 'And how do you suppose I do that? Go up to him and say, 'Nightmare didn't kidnap my bro, but I know how you feel!'? I don't think that's how you cheer people up.'
'How'd you know? You've always been a grump!'
Cross almost yelled at Chara out loud, but stopped himself. 'And YOU,' he thought angrily, 'have always been a devilish little sh*t. I'd be surprised if you even knew how to be nice.'
Cross ignored Chara's ranting response and focused on everyone else. Dream was trying to comfort Blue while Error stood off to the side awkwardly, looking like he wanted to help. Ink was watching a passing parasite with a look that was usually reserved for Error. 'ARE YOU EVEN LISTENING TO ME?' Chara shouted in his non-existent ear. "Shut UP, Chara!" He snapped. Chara snickered and Cross's face turned purple as he realized he said that aloud. Everyone was looking at him funny, and Fresh's glasses said 'LMAO'.
'HAHAHAHA OH MY GOD THAT WAS HILARIOUS!' Chara was laughing so hard he would've been rolling on the ground had he not been a ghost inside Cross's head.
'Chara. Shut up,' Cross told him.
'Okay, but Blue looks like he wants to talk to you. Just by the way~'
Cross snapped to attention, but Blue was looking away from him at his house. Chara made a squealing sound. 'Duuuude you like him! That's so gay!'