Fable was up before either of her brothers. Dream didn't seem to want to move as he slept, the negativity affecting him in ways a child like her wouldn't understand, so she struck out in search of fun, pushing the unlocked door open. It startled her, considering it had never opened for her before, but she had no time to dwell on her feats as she started down the dark halls in search of something to do. She knew better at this point than to touch anything on the pedestals and walls or try the doors to the closed rooms. That didn't mean she wouldn't wander into open rooms, however, and there was one that she fell in love with instantly. It was filled with fabrics and strings and dolls. Fable had never seen a doll before now, but she loved them immediately. Especially the ones that looked like her friends! Rory and Killzy and Dusty. Fable gathered the trio in her arms before spotting an Erry doll deeper in. She ran over to get it out of the strings before she yelped and dropped the dolls as blue strings wrapped around her ankles and hung her upside-down.

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Error was not happy to find the pest in his work room, touching his things. Unfortunately, killing it was off the table, or Nightmare would probably kill him. So he left it like that until Night returned from his work. He had no choice but to keep an eye on it while he worked on another doll. The pest watched back, purple and yellow eyelights bright with interest. He tried to tell himself that there was no way it was because of his hobbies, but the pest had a way of proving people wrong. "what you doin?" It asked, full of childish curiosity. ("none  of your business.") "n-no-ne of y-ou-r bu-sin-ess." Error replied to it. It went quiet, and he was able to work. It stayed silent as it tried to reach for any nearby dolls. Error made sure to pull those away. The pest whined when it realized it wasn't getting any. ("shhhh.") "sh-hhh." Error reprimanded. The silence returned, and we started his work again. It stayed that way for a blissful five minutes before it gasped suddenly, making Error jump and glare at it. "you make them?! i wanna make!" It looked so... excited...

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Dream was rushing down the halls when Nightmare returned from gathering and spreading negativity. He thought it might've been an escape attempt at first, perhaps looking for the dungeons to free those tortured souls, but where was their little sister? Nightmare transported to Dream to demand answers. Dream yelped, stepping away to avoid colliding with his brother. "where is fable?" Nightmare demanded. "i don't know!" Dream replied, panicked. "she was gone when i woke up, and i can't feel her in all this negativity -" Nightmare groaned. This was not what he needed after a late night. He should've left the door locked. He located her quickly and transported himself and Dream to her without much thought before his eye landed on a most peculiar sight. Error was teaching Fable how to sew or trying to, anyway. She was giving him her full attention, clinging to a doll version of him and the others as he went through the process of making another Sans. GZ, it looked like. "my turn?" She asked Error. ("no. you'll break the needle. just watch.") "n-o. you-ll br-ea-k the nee-edle. ju-st wa-tch." She nodded as the strings supported her and brought her a touch closer. Nightmare decided to leave them to their lesson.