Error wasn't responsive for two straight days. He was constantly being checked on.

At some point he did stop mumbling and wasn't completely limp as he had changed his position of sleeping when White went to check on him. That's progress.

They'd concluded that it wasn't anyone they knew and it wasn't Dream's brother, his aura wasn't exactly present. Negativity was there but Error was the one radiating it. Clearly.

Ink was in there most of the time, if he wasn't then White was. They thought it would be best if he didn't wake up alone.

Though questions needed answering, they seemed the least bit concerned about that. It was important, but Errors health and safety was more important. He mattered more than questions and that needed no words.

The lack of creativity was not unnoticed, the lack of needed destruction also didn't go unnoticed.

Ink couldn't wrap his head around the reason for destruction, more so it needing a host to do so. To achieve something he didn't understand. To gain something he didn't know, or if he wanted to. To have the ability used in a reckless manner where the controller wasn't sure with how to use it, Ink couldn't understand that either. Why would anyone want to destroy AUs?

He couldn't ask Error, he didn't know. He was asleep most of the time. He never left his home-wherever that is-awake and aware of his surroundings. Ink couldn't stress how imprisoning that is. How lonely that is. How mind shifting that is. How utterly abusive that is. It made his empty rib cage shake and rattle with angry.

What does anyone have to gain from abusing someone so unaware?

He stared at Error as he mumbled incoherently and shifted to his left side. Ink leaned forward and pulled the blanket further up. He sighed quietly and pulled his legs into the chair wrapping his arms around them and burying his face in his knees. He groaned and weeped.

How could he let this happen?

___

White groaned loudly and threw his hands on his workbench.

What the actual fuck was that thing? It didn't appear on cameras but from playing the videos, this is the second time this has happened. How the hell did it get in there twice?

What is it?

How did it get in there?

Why does it need Error?

Where did it come from?

In that order. He slammed his head on the table and shook it. Nothing realistic or scientific could explain what ever that thing was.

From the way Error acted, it did this as a way to scare him into sleep. It was working quite well. Unfortunately.

"I've looked through every science book I own, every history book this place has, every single nonfiction book this place has. Nothing explains what that thing is!" He yelled. He pinched the bridge of his nose cavity.

"Have you tried mythology? I don't see one on mythology." White looked up, Ink stood in the doorway with tear streaks on his face. "That's the only one I haven't tried beside the various bunny books you own." White stated, "Not that I have any hope in figuring out what that thing is in Mythology."

Ink sighed and leaned on the door frame. "I got Classic down there. Error took a small liking to him. Unlike Dream." Ink stated quietly. White snorted and said, "I still find that funny."

Ink hugged himself and hung his shoulders. He was antsy. He wiped his face. "Come on, we'll find something." Ink spoke empty words.

They both knew that.

___

Classic texted Fell, glancing at Error every few seconds. He sighed and watched as Error drooled onto his mattress. Fell called a FaceTime.

(C- Classic F- Fell)

C- "Heya."

F- "Is he still asleep?"

C- "Yep. They got me watchin' him. Said it'd be best if he woke up seein' familiar faces."

F- "Funny they got you there."

C- "Yeah."

F- "Can... can I ask you somethin'?"

C- "Shoot."

F- "Do you trust'em? Error, I mean? This is new information that we're gettin' all at once."

Classic sighed looking up at Error who scrunched up his face. He didn't look peaceful when he slept. He looked exhausted in sleep.

C- "Guess I'll have t'a be the judge of that."

F- "*snort* Yeah, okay. Just tell me when he wakes up."

C- "Why? You gettin' soft on'em?"

F- "Fuck off. I'm just feelin' like a better introduction is in order."

Ink called him.

C- "Alright, I gotta go. Ink's callin' me."

F- "Alright, see ya."

Classic sighed annoyed. He would never admit it but he liked Fell (Kustard is my OTP).

(Same for Classic. I-Ink White- W)

I- "Oh my gosh, Classic! Okay so, um-"

C- "Woah, slow down. What's goin' on?"

I- "Okay, we figured out why we can't see it on camera. It's not anyone in this multiverse."

C- "What d'a ya mean?"

I- "It's not- well it's not exactly human. Or monster. It's a Deity and I'm slightly part of the problem. WHICH WOULD HAVE BEEN NICE TO KNOW!"

C- "I'm confused. A Deity? Who is it?"

Classic wasn't believing what he was hearing.

I- "You won't believe it. It's Fate-

W- "They're controlling Error, forcing him to sleep so he can't fight back."

I- "I wanted to say it."

C- "So Fate is controllin' Error in'is sleep so they can have full control. Why? How'er ya part of the problem, Ink?"

Classic's attitude completely changed. White was holding the book up to the camera, low and behold there it was Error's and Ink's names written.

I- "Fate created me to create AUs. What she didn't tell me loud enough was that the universes only had so much space. She made Error to stop me from creating to much. He kept refusing to do what she told him. She blocked his memories and put him to sleep so she could do what she needed."

C- "Why does he need to destroy AUs? What about you creatin' is bad?"

I- "If I create to much than the multiverse will collapse in on itself, AUs will start killing each other until its gone."

C- "If I'm being honest, I'm kinda glad he wasn't awake for that. He would probably be very upset. I would say fuck you but no one knew so that seems wrong and inappropriate."

I- "I kinda of deserve it, though."

C- "Have ya created anythin' lately?"

Ink shook his head.

W- "We also noticed something that doesn't make much sense, so bare with us. First off, Error can not leave this place without someone with him."

C- "Why?"

W- "This little pocket universe is made organically, it's made not from code but magic. Organic universes will cancel out things that are concerned as unnecessary, like our magic. Fate pulls code, their magic can't reach him here. It can't touch him at all."

Classic looked up at Error who seemed to still be having a nightmare. Classic gave him a sympathetic look. "Poor kid," he said quietly.

C- "We have one problem that will be a lil' harder ta fix."

W- "What?"

C- "Nightmare doesn't know about this pocket place, but he can still enter dreamscapes. Guess what he's doin' right now?"

I- "I assumed he'd be having nightmares. He told me it always happens after the black things come out. If I had known what the 'black things' were at the time I'd..."

___

A static screamed startled the three skeletons. Classic's head shot up to see Error leaned over clutching his shirt where his soul should be. He was trembling and trying to calm himself down, unaware of the the three skeletons.

Error noticed slippers on the floor attached to a pair of bony legs. He looked up to find out those slippers belonged to Classic. He looked confused and shocked.

"Probably wasn't expected me, were ya, bud?" Classic asked, but it came out sounding like a statement. Error shook his head and leaned back slightly.

He laid back down and sighed. His head was pounding and his body felt stiff and old. His joints hurt and his shoulder blades screamed at him in pain. He groaned and pulled the blanket over him.

"How is he?"

That... that was Inks voice. Inks voice! Error sat up and looked around, where was Ink? Classic chuckled and waved him over understanding the confusion. Error got up against his bodily protests. Classic held the phone up to him and he smiled instantly. Ink and White.

"Hey Error, glad to see you're awake! How you feeling?" Ink asked. Error looked away and straightened his back before flinching at his shoulder blades. He grimaced and decided conserved movements might be the best option.

His body felt numb and painful at the same time. He couldn't say he was in pain, they didn't understand anything he said. He forced a half smile and rubbed the back of his neck.

"You look a little rough. I'll come to your room later and give you a check up, kay?" White stated with a small smile. Error looked away but nodded. Classic motioned for him to lay back down, he wasn't going to say no to that.

___

Error was asleep again but the black terrors didn't appear, strange. There wasn't any nightmares. When he woke up, he laid in his bed quietly, Classic didn't leave via his request.

Error didn't want to interact with anyone, but he didn't want to be alone either. He wanted content silence and Classic was perfectly fine with that. The sound of getting up sounded painful.

"тℏᾰℵк ⑂✺ṳ ḟ✺Ի ṧтᾰ⑂!ℵ❡."

Classic looked up at Error with a slightly sorrowful look. He wished he understood what he was saying, he clearly wanted him to hear him since he didn't mutter. He looked away and sighed through his teeth.

"Sorry kid, I don't understan' ya."

Error looked away grimly, no one ever did. Why did he even bother?

Even so, Classic never insulted him physically or verbally for his voice. The voices would daily. Cackling when he incoherently begged them to stop. Probably why he trusted Classic with his actions towards his tone. Some he accepted gratefully.

"I know you're probably sayin' somethin' nice. Whatever it was, good job. I guess..."

Error closed his eyes and smiled sadly. He laughed dryly. This is what the voices did when he would do something they weren't completely in agreement with.

"Hey,"

Error looked over at Classic who held a kind generous smile. Error sat up slowly. Classic narrowed his eyes at Error.

"Ya sore? Probably that nightmare."

Error tilted his head and looked away again. He felt heavy and unsatisfied, slightly disgusted with himself. His nonexistent stomach felt empty but uncomfortably heavy. Whatever he was feeling, he hated it.

"That's not what I was gonna say though. I wanted ta ask, want me ta teach ya sign language?"

Error looked up curiously. What was sign language? He stared at Classic who chuckled to himself.

"You can use it ta talk."

Error nodded vigorously and Classic laughed quietly amused. He moved to sit directly in front of him (which means he's sitting on the bed with Error). Classic didn't know how helpful he was being but Error was excited.