I couldn't resist a part 2. I'm starting to love the irony verse. wonder if I'll get requests for part 3

His child was a precious gem, so bright and full of life.

He'd known as soon as the bonelette was placed in his arms they were perfect, he'd broke down crying as till then he'd worried his tumble between multiverses had hurt them.

Somethings were pure Ink if you looked, but there not as noticeable.

"Hello my miracle," Dream whispered, kissing there tiny skull.

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He dreamed, of a world of warmth and love not LOVE.

Where arms rocked him if he had nightmares or cried, healed and kissed all his hurts.

They sang him to sleep, read to him.

He was there world.

It didn't matter that the dream had Dream as his single parent, he'd died and was free of fate.

Death meant all grudges we're gone, as why hate when you didn't have to care anymore.

Error continued to Dream happily.

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"Now, you know mommy can pick you up early if you don't like it," Dream said, gently rubbing Palettes skull, the tiny babybones purring and leaning against there parent.

"Wanna make fwends," Palette chirped adorably, shyly hugging his kitty plush as Dream and himself walked towards the Daycare.

"Your going to make a lot of friends," Dream promised, this multiverse seemed to have everyone pairing off left and right. His old multiverse, he had never realized how few children there were.

"Specter Apulder, here to sign in my son Palette Roller Apulder," he told the Toriel in charge, Apulder was an old word for Apple Tree. To remember his failures and his tiny apple Palette, to be better so he'd never be that person again. His new first name was because this multiverse had a Dream, but he'd still wanted a themed name based on his old.

The local Dream and Nightmare we're so freaking tall.

"Welcome to Dreamers Day care center." she greeted.

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Error dreamed of children, so many children.

They were free of being in a  role forced on them by Ink.

His Kitty was warm, smelling of there dream parents scent.

It was then he felt it, it felt like Reaper.. Reaper had always been kind to the once destroyer.

Could it be a child Reaper for this dream, Error would like that!

The feeling led him across the daycare, to an area most children avoided. It wasn't Reaper, yet there was something special about them.

"I'm Palette!" he cried grabbing there hand and shaking, the other child looked shocked at his touch.

"Goth..." they said shyly, blushing and hiding there face in there scarf.

"We're going to be besties Gothy!" Palette chirped happily.

"I'd like that"