I just want to warn you.
I'm one of those few people that believe Ink is taller than Error. Yes CQ clams he taller than ink, but also says he's the same hight as Berry. And it is canon that ink is taller than Berry. So technically Error is the shorty. To me. It's ok if you don't believe that but i do. So if you see me say 'error looked up at ink' or 'ink looked down at Error' and you don't agree with it, just change it in your mind.
Ok! Love you guys, •w•.
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Color sat in Dusts lap, staring up at the other two skeletons that had gathered.
One sat on the arm of the couch.
He looked like his fathers friend, Berry.
The other sat beside Dust, black gooey tears stained his face. Like Errors blue tears.
Cross stood in front of them.
His eyes glued to the floor.

"So what you're saying is," the Berry lookalike began, glaring at Cross.
"You stole Errors son to use him to get Nightmare back? How?"
Cross nodded faintly and replied.
"I was going to have him get ink to release Nightmare for his son back."
The other nodded in thought.
"That's a good idea, but you made a major mistake."
The Berry smiled innocently before standing up.
"I mean you could have stolen some one else's kid to get ink to release him."
He suddenly growled.
"But no! You had to choose the dude tHATS KNOWN AS THE DESTROYER OF FUCKING WORLDS CROSS!!!!"
He yelled out, waving his arm in disbelief, making Color squeak in fear.
Dust hummed to calm the child down.
"Calm down SF. You're scaring the little guy."
Killer chimed in, noticing Colors reaction.
SF rolled his eyes and began to pace around the sofa.

"He's going to come here and just kill us all!"
He gasped.
Cross shook his head.
"That's impossible! He doesn't know about the hid-out."
He smirked confidently.
Dust and Killer gave each other worried glances.
"Actually..." killer stood up.
"Before you came along.... Error was one of Nightmares minions. He knows about every hide-out and how to get to them. Even the ones Nightmare kept secret from us..."
Cross eyes widened.
"What!?"
Dust nodded.
"Yeah, Error was the first to join him. He was more than just a teammate or friend to nightmare."
He murmured the last sentence.
Cross stared at him in horror.
"Wait, you don't mean they used to be... a couple? Right?"
Dust looked up at him with sad eyes, but it was SF who spoke.

"Oh yeah. I remember that. No one could ever get a good night sleep because either they were fighting, or fucking. That was until..."
SF stopped him self and glanced at Killer.
Dust looked down at Color knowing what was about to happen.
Cross started at them, looking at them back and forth.
"Until what?"
He growled.
Killer sighed and looked up at him.
"Until he caught Nightmare cheating on him with... me."
He murmured and continued.
"I couldn't help myself back then. I was so broken and desperate for love. When Error caught us in the act he was devastated. He just sat on the couch and refused to move or talk to anyone. Then a few days later when we got home from a mission he was gone. Nightmare tried to act like it didn't mean anything to him but he was really suffering for a while. That's kinda why he hates me so much."

SF spoke up.
"And It was the first time in years the house was quiet. It stayed like that until you showed up. I think that's why he hates you too. Because he's scared he'll get to close, fuck something up and you'll leave."
Cross stared down at the floor, tearing up a bit.
"Dam... why didn't you guys tell me that?! Now what are we supposed to do with this kid. Error knows about this place and hates you," he gestured to Killer, "SF is right. He's just going to kill us all."
Cross whimpered.
He stumbled forward and sat beside Dust, tears falling from his cheeks.
"I fucked up." He murmured.
Color stared up at Cross in confusion.
He reached out a tiny hand and tugged at Crosses pants leg.
Cross looked down at him.
"Is s'all right." The toddler reinsured his Kidnapper.
Cross chuckled and took him out of Dust arms.
Dust looked rather protective, but let it happen.

Cross gently sat him on his lap.
"What are we going to do with you now?" He glanced up at the crystal ball.
It was still on. Just on mute.
Error, ink, and now fresh were now in Underswap. Talking to Berry and Dream.
A sudden lightbulb popped over his head.
"Guys," he muttered, braking a silence that had fallen.

"I have an idea..."