I struggled and struggled, but I couldn't move. I thought this was going to be about my family. Boy was I wrong. Instead before me stood Dust. He looked confused and tried to talk with me, but he didn't have time to as the shadows appeared. Dog shadows. Then there was dust, so much blood and Dust as they set themselves on him. I screamed and pleaded for them to stop, instead Horror appeared and they set themselves on him. Then Killer, then Error, than Nightmare. Rage consumed me. Why why, WHY?! Then she started laughing. She laughed and laughed as 'Don't make deals with devils' rang within my skull.

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I gasped awake, my left eye illuminated the room with baby blue light. I panted, close to hyperventilating as I clung to my sheets. Sweat beaded my skull. It'd felt so real, but I knew it wasn't. It was ok. I was ok. Just a nightmare. But why them? Why was I dreaming about them? Was it because they were involved or was there more to it then that? I got up shakily and headed to the bathroom. A cold shower sounded good now, and for whatever reason, they helped calm me from the nightmares. Speaking of Nightmare's.. They wanted me to hang out today. It's not like I had anything better to do either. No doubt Ink and Dream were doing a sleepover or something. I sighed as I strated the water.

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I looked at myself in the mirror as I tied on my bandanna. I looked like crap. I looked tired and afraid and alone. I WAS tired, afraid, and alone. I sighed. "Perhaps a hangout will do me some good.." Well if I was doing this.. I smiled as I put up my facade. They say your never fully dressed without one, but have you ever faked a smile so much that it hurt? I grabbed a banana and Blueberry muffin out of the kitchen before heading to the bad boys lair.

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It was almost amusing how close we lived from one another. They only lived three blocks away from my place. I planted a knock on their door, wondering if anyone would even be up at.. I checked my watch, 8:31 in the morning. The door opened, but nobody was there. In place of a person was a blue string. One of Error's, no doubt. I followed the string to another bedroom, the door was cracked open. I knocked. "ERROR? ARE YOU OK?" It was silent for a moment. "i-i-m f-iii-ne.."
"CAN I COME IN?"
"n-no! th-e oth-ther-s wi-ll beep b-ack s-s-s-soo-oon." I went silent. So did he. "I'm always here to talk, if you need, Error. I won't judge." Something was definitely wrong with Error. Something happened. I remember...

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"Blueberry? Are you ok?" Dream asked. "I'm fine.." I replied. "You.. just don't seem like your normal perky self." He commented. "I'm ok! Really! Just.. just didn't get enough sleep!" I assured. In truth, my family had only been murdered a few weeks prior. I couldn't keep missing school though. My parents wouldn't have wanted that.. he wouldn't have wanted that.

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"I lost my family at a young age.. I was.. doing things that I shouldn't have and it resulted in their deaths." I muttered blankly. "It still hurts." It was quiet for another five minutes. "I-i ju-st lo-ost m-my f-fath-ther.. la-st ni-igh-t.." Error replied quietly. "I- h-how d-o y-ou keeeep g-go-ing?" I paused a minute. "It was very hard. It IS very hard. But I tell myself that they'd want me to live for them, that they'd want me to be happy." I chose my words carefully. "..." the door to Error's room opened via the blue strings. I took that as an invitation and went in. Error was suspended in the air through the strings. I could see he was crying, blue tracks rolling down his face. "I would ask if you want a hug, but your phobia.." I laughed quietly, though it wasn't funny at all. "W-anna co-me up?" I smiled a tad. "Why not?"

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The strings were surprisingly comfortable as I tried to help Error feel better, or in the very least, give him a reason to live. Error definitely had a talent in sewing, his puppets were adorable. It seemed these guys were more like family to each other than their actual families, most of them anyway. Error had had a good relationship with his father, but as a child he was never shown affection and in turn developed his haphephobia. Horror was starved by his family, and physically abused which was why he had that hole in his skull. Dust was an orphan. Killer was mentally abused by his father which was why he rarely showed or understood emotions. Nobody seemed to know anything about Nightmare though, which I found odd. "A-and yo-ou?" Error asked. Now that I knew their family problems, he wanted to know some of mine. "Like I said.. they are dead and have been for a long time.. I live alone." Error paused. "F-for re-al huh? I- th-thou-ght y-you mi-ight ha-ve beeee-beep-n say-ing th-a-a-t to h-ea-r my s-story.. s-orr-y.." I understood his skepticism. "Its ok, really. Not even Dream or Ink knows."
"A-are-nt th-ey you-r b-e-est f-fri-ends?"
"Once upon a time ago.. they ignore me now, more often than not.." I admitted. His sockets narrowed. "Wh-at the h-h-e-lllll is wr-ong w-with them?"
"Error it's fine really-"
"I-it i-s no-t beep f-i-ne! Your the-ir fri-end! Th-ey sh-ould-nt ig-no-re a f-friend th-at is s-suff-er-ing!"
"They don't even know-"
"Th-ey should kn-ow in-instinct-ivly! You kn-ew s-ome-th-ing was wr-on-g imm-mediate-ly up-on ent-ter-ing the h-ou-use!" He had me there.
"Error we're home!" A voice cut us of from our conversation.