Dream's Pov:

I awake to the annoying beeping of my alarm.

"Aargh!!" I roll over and whack the beeping clock across the room. It stops beeping. I sit up and sigh, looking out the window. The sun was just coming up, just barely. You could still see some of the brightest stars.

Why did I set up my alarm to wake me up at 5:00 in the morning you my ask? Well, I'm the only one who keeps the 'no magics' spell thingy going and alive. (the only thing stopping Error from just portaling away.) I have to wake up as early as possible, and then do some wizardry stuff. No problem am I right? ....no. It was tiring. But, I still had to do it, I was one of the only sans's who could do wizard-like stuff, my limites were basically nowhere!

I get up and get dressed, and then -since this castle is so big, I'll make it easier for you- teleported down stairs to one of the empty rooms in which was very empty cuz I had no idea what to put in there. It was still night in Ink's AU, same with all the others, so not a single sans was in the castle except for the guards.

(A/N ASFGKGHJ BY THE WAY GUYS, IN THIS BOOK I HAS DECIDED THAT ERROR CAN'T TELEPORT, OR "TAKE THE SHORTCUT"

HE LOST THE ABILITY DO SO IN THE ANTI-VOID.

HE ONLY USES HIS PORTALS.

SO DREAM CAN TELEPORT AROUND THE CASTLE, WITHOUT HAVING TO BREAK HIS WEIRDO MAGIC WIZARDRY SPELL THINGY.)

:)

Time skip to when Dream does his magical weirdo wizardry thing~

After I was done doing my magical weirdo wizardry thingy, I then teleport to the kitchen. 'Time for breakfast!' I think as I roll up my sleeves and turn on the sink.

After I washed my hands I start making sandwiches. I get out the bread, the cheese, the meat, the mayonnaise, etc. I also get out two small plates, and then a cutting board. I place 4 slices of bread on the cutting board, and then add in all sorts of sandwich stuff to the bread. Once I was done with that, I close both sandwitches, and place then both on both of the plates I had gotten earlier. Why two sandwiches instead of one? Well, I'm not the only one just chilling in the castle. (beside the guards of course.)

I put my supplies back in their places before teleporting to the security room, I quickly sign into the small computer that was placed on a lonely desk in the center of the room lonely room. The screen flickers to a map of the castle. Since the map was way to big, I Ignored the small lines and squares that took up 90% of the screen. Instead, I went straight to the search bar. I type:

Cell #1.

We only had 2 Cells, and they used to be completely empty. But not to long ago, we had locked a certain somebody in Cell #1. I sigh in relief to see Error laying face first in his sad excuse for a bed on the other side of the camera.

I teleport back to the kitchen and pick up both of the plates, one plate on one hand, and one on the other. I then teleport to the door that belonged to Cell #1. I knock on it.

"H-hey Error? You awake?" I ask, scared that I'll accidentally get him mad.

No answer. "Come on Error, I know you're in there." I knock again.

"...No... go away......" a glitchy voice responds.

I sigh, and open the door a crack. Error was still laying face first on his bed, he hasn't moved an inch.

"I'm coming in..." I whisper, making sure I was loud enough for Error to hear me. I get a muffled 'argh' from Error in response.

I take this as an invitation and open the door only a little bit more, just so that I could fit through. I then slightly close the door behind me, leaving the door open only a crack. I then sit down on the ground in front of the door.

"You know, I've been thinking about what you said in the tree... About when you called me a liar." I say as I place both plates in front of me.

Error stays face planted on the bed.

"I...I decided that I did not want to be a liar anymore.... So I made you breakfast!" I say, hoping that Error does not jump up and decide to attack.

Error moves his head so that he could actually see me and not the mattress. "Your wasting your time." He grumbles.

"Please Error? I want to know what makes me such a liar." I plead.

Slowly, Error sits up on bed and looks over to me. With a sigh he stands up and walks over to me, only stopping three feet away from me to sit down.

"...fine." He grumbles.

"H-here." I pick up one of the sandwiches and hand it to him. He backed away a bit, which was surprising.

Error's Pov:

I shake my head in stupidity when I realise that Dream was motioning for me to grab the.... Square taco? Or... wait I remember! It's called a sandwich! I quickly snatch the 'sandwich' out of Dream's hand. Dream smiles and picks up the other sandwich that was placed neatly on the second plate.

I look at the sandwich he had handed me. It had all sorts of stuff that I could not remember the name of. 'What if this was another way to get me drunk again so that they can get more 'answers'?' I think as I give Dream a glare.

Dream notices. "Hmm? What is it?" he says through chewing his food.

"It's not poisoned again, right?" I say, glaring at him.

"Oh! No, no, no.... I just barely made it like a few seconds ago." Dream answers.

I nod and look back down to the sandwich that I held in my hands. A sudden sickening feeling reaches my stomach. "Why are you not eating your sandwich?" Dream asks. I look up to see wonder in his eyes.

I let out a shaky sigh before answering. "I... I'm not hungry..." I mumble, avoiding eye contact.

"O-oh...umm.. Are you sure?" Dream asks in a hushed voice.

"YES." I say in response. I obviously not going to tell him the truth about why I'm not going to eat. I usually end up throwing up none liquid-like foods. (it has to do with starvation.)

"Huh." Dream sets down his half eaten sandwich. He looks up to me, and stares. I try not to look back at him, but it was just to hard.

"Uhg, stop doing that." I growl. Dream looks away.

"Oh, sorry..." He mumbles, as he starts playing with the crust of his sandwich, or whatever was left of his sandwich. I continue to also play with my sandwich, taking it apart and putting it back together. After the seventh round of doing just that, my sandwich didn't look that much like a sandwich anymore. I was getting bored, and Dream seemed the same.

'When is he going to leave?' I think as I look around the room, my gaze gliding from Dream to the ceiling, down the walls, and then to my pile of strings I had angrily ripped out of my hands earlier that day, doing the same yesterday too.

I look back down to my plate, which had a shredded sandwich places as neatly as it possibly can be on its plater. I look at my hands, they bleed alot when I rip the blue strings out of them. Dried blood stained my finger tips, making the yellow on them more like a orange-red. Some of the blood had gotten on the sandwich, staining the bread.

I look back up to Dream, and decide to start a conversation in an effort to get him to leave.

"....so... you came here because...?"

Dream looks up in surprise. "O-oh, ummm.. Yea. I came because I wanted to know what makes me such a liar."

"oh." I grumble. "Sooo..... This about what I said in the tree...?"

"yes, Of course." Dream looks at me with a determined look.

"Oh, well it's simple really." I say, thinking about nightmare, and how everytime Dream had apologized to him he would just get even angrier.

"You never keep your word. For example: everytime you say your sorry to nightmare, do you ever do anything to prove that you'll actually do something to show that you're truly sorry? Do you ever try not to just try to reason with him, but show that your always their to help him like what a real brother is supposed to do?"

Dream looks at me with a surprised look. "B-but I do try! He just never gives me a chance to..."

"Well, then you'll just have to try harder. He lost his trust to you a long time ago, give him a better reason to trust you, and yes I know, Nightmare is a very tuff cookie. But that's"

"because he has his pride in being powerful. And what you've been doing is throwing his pride out the window by proving he has a weakness." I sigh, and look over to my mattress of a bed.

"You should try not showing off the fact that he is weak, maybe let him help you instead of you helping him. He still misses you, he just doesn't want to admit it. Right now he has this big idea in this thick skull of his, having to do with you just wanting his trust again just so that you can show off the fact that you tamed the god of nightmares and negativity." I look back to Face Dream. he seemed to be studying me very carefully.

"Umm... do I have to make it clear every time that I don't like being stared at?" I say, making sure that I sounded annoyed.

Dream immediately breaks his gaze and looks down to the floor. "O-oh, sorry.... It's just.. How do you know so much about my brother?"

I smile. "Well, what can I say? We are like partners in crime. If we weren't two of the biggest supervillains we would have never meet."

"wow.." Dream said in amazement.

"Wow?" I give him a questioning look.

"Just... wow. How did you get something like that out of him?"

"oh, well... let's say he has been keeping all those unexplainable emotions inside for way, WAY to long. Nightmare of all people should know that it's unhealthy to do that. so... one day, he just exploded. I just happen to be there when he did." Dream was now studying me VERY hard, and starring.

"Seriously, do any of you 'star sanses' know that it's not nice to stare? Even I know that." I grumble. Dream looks back down to the floor, for the second time.

"Does that answer at least half of your question?" I say, as I stand up.

"Yes, well kinda..." Dream says as he picks up both of our..... Not yet empty plates, and then also stands up.

"Ok then..." I mumble. I look around my small prison, now that I think about it, it was much better than the Anti-void. No voices, no emptiness, no-

"but how can I help you?" my thoughts were interrupted. I look back to see Dream was staring me down with a questioning look.

"What?" I look at him, shocked.

"How can I help you?" Dream repeats.

...That was a hard question... "Uhh...."

"I want to know, tell me." he takes a step closer.

'Ahhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh' was all that was going through my head. I back away, but Dream more steps closer. "Listen, Dream...." I hesitantly try thinking up a reason to at least get Dream away from me.

Dream suddenly stops. "Oh! I know what to do! Stay here." He smiles at me for a second but then turns around and walks out the door, closing it behind him, and taking the sandwich plates with him.

'That was..... Ok I guess.' I think as I go and sit back down on the bed. Suddenly, the door swung open again. Dream steps through, holding a pillow, a blanket, and a... carpet...?

"Here!" He smiles like a lot more than a minute ago.

He places the colorful carpet on the ground, and then throws me the pillow and blanket. "Oof." I say as the blanket covers me completely, and the extra weight of the pillow made life confusing. I push the blanket off of me as the pillow falls off the bed.

"Now you should be at least a little bit more comfortable here!" Dream says as stars seemed to form in his eyes.

"Uhhh... yeah....sure Dream." I grumble. Suddenly, the thought of nightmare finding out that I told Dream all this hit me. 'Oh no.... Why did I even bother to answer his stupid question in the first place?!' I mentally facepalm.

"Umm... are you ok..?" Dream walks over to me. He was about to sit next to me on the bed, when my haphephobia  kicked in.

"No!" I jump off the bed out of instinct, landing silently on the opposite side of the room.

"No?" Dream gives me a worried look. Was he worried for me? Holly- no. he does not care, he must have been acting so that he could get his own answer, and something for Ink out of me.

Yea, that's it.

"Yes, I mean no... wait no yes." I studer.

Dream gives me a confused look. " . . .wut?"

"I... I'm fine. Just uhhh... ya' know, panicked. It's not every day the person who you fight with all the time sits next to you like nothing happened." I look down. But then remember the fact that Nightmare could find out I had told Dream all that. 'I am such a horrible friend..'

"Hey Dream? Could you do me a favor and not tell Nightmare I was the one that told you all that?"

Dream looks up in surprise. "Oh, ok. . . I won't tell him it was you. I promise."

Dream looks down at his watch(?) and immediately jumps up. "Crap! Ink should be at the castle by now! Sorry Error, but I got to go."

"K Bye." I look away from the god of dreams.

Dream seemed to pause before leaving, but quickly continued to walk out the door, closing and locking it behind him.

I let out a sigh. To tell the truth, I didn't want Dream to go. . .

Dream was being so nice to me. . .

I walk over to the bed and grab the blanket. I look at it for a bit before wrapping it around me and jumping onto the bed. I sit myself so that I was leaning against the wall, holding the blanket around me so that it covered everything. Only my head stuck out, but that was ok.

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A/N:

lolz, ima stop right here.

Anyway, if you readers haven't noticed, this is not just an Error x Outer book anymore, it's now a Error x whoever the heck I feel like book. So that would include not only Error x Outer, but other ships for example, Error x Dream, or Error x nightmare. Maybe even Error x Classic.

Man, would that be fun to read huh?

Anyway, a while ago I was wondering around the internet cuz I was very bored, and do you guys want to know what I had found?

This:

Idk why but this something of a ship caught my eye, and I wus like: holly crap dis should exist...

just think about it. 

AfterDeath shippers plz dont kill me.

:')

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