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⚠️ WARNING ⚠️

This chapter contains sexual assault, rape, self harm, manipulation, victim blaming and self victim blaming, and foreign object rape.

Please either don't proceed or proceed with caution if any of these things may trigger you.
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Error made his way into the dining room, his aching body begging him to stop doing so much walking, and the moment he entered the room he needed to be in he dropped himself into the chair next to Dream's. "Good morning Error, how are you feeling?" Dream smiled softly, handing Error an already made plate. Breakfast was chocolate chip pancakes, and Dream had made a smiley face with the whipped cream and butter for Error. Error blushed softly, appreciating the gesture, and the food, and the proud look on Dream's face told Error that Dream had these specially planned just for him... or maybe Error was reading too into it. He looked away, "I'm... OkAy..." He shrugged, "JuSt... tiRed... and I neEd A ShoWer..." he looked down at his breakfast again and he felt warm inside, a feeling that was becoming more familiar the more time he spent with Dream. "Well, that's a step forward from feeling bad, right?" Dream smiled at him and all Error could do was nod, feeling tongue tied and anxious. Dream was so... perfect. Dream was perfect and Error was not, he didn't understand why he was so nice to him, but it made Error feel so worthwhile when he knew he was truly worthless.

"Well, Error, Blue let you know I wanted to talk to you, right?" Error nodded, feeling anxious more now than ever before. Perhaps this nice breakfast and kindness was just a lead up to breaking bad news. Like telling him he wasn't welcome here anymore, that he made people uncomfortable, that he needed to leave right away and be out of their lives. He was so scared that was what he wanted to tell him, but like always, he was wrong, "Well, we got you new stuff for your room! We got you pajamas, more pillows and blankets, some knitting stuff, like yarn, and sewing stuff too, needles, buttons, thread, all the stuff you like. Oh! And we found you a chocolate scented body wash that I thought would make a cute gift, since I know you love chocolate." Dream giggled, and Error was stunned. His room? Like his? To keep? Error needed a moment to process what was said, then bursted into tears, happy tears. Dream knew Error wasn't sad, but he still concerned himself with his crying, "Oh Error, what's the matter?"

The moment Dream offered his arms, Error found himself taking advantage, hugging him tightly, feeling his body glitch at the close contact and pixelate. "I-I- wHy? I... I dOn'T... I doN't DeSeRve YoUr K-k-KiNDnEsS..." Error shook his head, squeezing Dream tightly, gripping onto the back of his shirt. Dream softly stroked Error's back, "Oh, Error, of course you do. Especially after what's happened, you need it more than ever right now, and you most certainly deserve it no matter what. You're my friend now, Error, and I love and cherish all of my friends, including you." He looked down at Error, who was hugging him at an angle so he could bury his face in Dream's shirt, who smelled good, and it was a  comforting scent to Error. "I... I lOVe yoU ToO..." Error spoke quietly, blushing profusely as he kept his face buried. Dream petted over Error's back and skull, nodding, "Oh Error, you're so sweet... we have to leave now, sweetie, but we'll be back, okay? All three of us will be gone for a little while so if you need help with anything you'll have to call. Our numbers are on the fridge."

Dream's words were a relief. Ink was gone too. Error had been really hoping he was going on the mission with them, and he was overjoyed that he was, and less anxious about the possibility that he wasn't. He could actually enjoy his day. "OkAy, I wILl... bUt BeFoRe YoU Go..." Error sat up, and picked the pillow up out of his lap, outstretching it towards Dream with one hand, pulling his scarf up to hide his face with the other, "I mADe yOu SoMEThIng..." Dream stared at it with a star struck expression for a moment, then his own pupils shifted to be a shape matching the pillow, and he squealed, "Oh Error! It's adorable, and so thoughtful!" Dream smiled and took it, hugging it tight and squeezing it, "This was very sweet of you, Error." Error's face was completely flushed at this point, and he nodded, "I'm gLad YoU LiKE iT, DreAm, I uM, sTayEd UP PreTTy L-lATe tO FiNisH it." Error nervously swayed from side to side in his seat, his body pixelating for a moment before returning to normal.

"Well it's absolutely lovely, Error, and it'll be adorable on my bed. Could you put it there for me?" Dream held out the pillow, and Error took it, nodding, "OkAy." He nervously fidgeted with it, watching Dream stand up. "Okay, enjoy breakfast Error, we have to get going now, but we'll be back before dark. You can stay in my room if it makes you feel safer, okay?" Dream gently reached out, ghosting his hand over Error's face, but not actually touching it. Dream was so respectful of Error's boundaries it almost made him cry again, "ThAnK yOU, DrEAm. Be SAfE pLeAse." Error gently leaned into the hand for a moment before his touch repulsion caused him to pull away, "Be SaFe." He repeated himself again, feeling the heat spreading on his cheeks. Dream giggled softly, and nodded, "I will be. Now eat what you can, and enjoy the rest of your day. Just relax and do whatever makes you happy, okay? I'll see you later today, Error." Dream gave him another one of his beautiful warm smiles before turning and walking away, calling Blue's name.

Error got nervous as soon as he was left alone. He was in a home full of people who probably hated him, in a state where he didn't think his body would allow him to fight an attacker, and his anxiety was through the roof, his soul pounding in his chest as if he'd just run a marathon. He looked around before quickly getting up. He was still hungry, but he just couldn't sit out in the open without Dream, so he quickly began to make his way to his room. Error made it to the door of his new bedroom and opened it. The bed had new blankets and pillows, but that wasn't the reason it was the first thing he laid eyes on. His chest felt tight and his throat dry as the memory made him tear up. He could never sleep in that bed again. Never. Error forced himself to look away, and went to the dresser, opening a drawer, pajamas were in the bottom one, and he didn't bother looking at anything else, choosing a blue pair with little cartoon spiders on them. He thought it was kind of funny, and imagined Dream picked it out for him. He held them close to his chest, knowing it was about time he showered and changed. He was probably very dirty, but it was hard to take care of himself when he could never feel clean no matter how much he scrubbed. He shook his head, trying to shake the depressing thought.

Error made his way into the bathroom next, finding the body wash and giggling quietly to himself. It was indeed the silly kind of thing he liked, and it made him happy to have it. It was such a cute little gift, and he decided he would use it in his shower. He was about to begin stripping himself, placing the clothes and body wash down onto the counter when he paused. He was too uncomfortable. He couldn't do it in this room, not when the bed he had been raped in was right outside the room. He picked up the stuff and quickly left the room, going straight for Dream's. He entered and shut the door behind him, going into the bathroom. He shut the door behind him and placed his things on the counter, then quickly began to strip. He still wasn't comfortable being naked, he wasn't comfortable with his own body, but he felt better being in the safety of Dream's room. It was full of his positive energy, and it made Error happy and warm. He went to the shower, discovering it had a sliding glass door, and he smiled. It made him feel even safer, the sliding door being another layer of protection for him. He started up the shower and waited for the water to warm, grabbing his body wash and opening it, smelling it. He smiled, and was tempted to eat it. It smelled just like chocolate. It really was the cutest gift anyone had ever gotten him... and one of the only gifts anyone's ever gotten him.

Once the water was warm, Error entered the shower, taking a deep breath in and letting it go as the warm water washed over his body. He felt such relief, his stiff joints becoming less stiff, his body feeling lighter, and he closed his eyes for a moment before taking another deep breath and opening them. He shut the shower door and just sat down in there for a moment, letting the water run over him and just relaxing, placing his hands on his stomach. His baby was dormantly just sitting there, asleep he guessed. He knew they were okay however by their soul beating in tune with his. He took another deep breath. He stretched out after a minute or two of sitting like that, enjoying the relief the water gave him, and enjoying how he wasn't scared for once. After another few minutes he stood again, picking up the bottle of body wash, clicking it open and attempting to pour some in his hands, but nothing came out, and he was confused.

Error had always used stolen showers and supplies before to clean himself, so he had never owned any cleaning product that was new. He didn't get the luxury of having a real home. He looked down into the hole the product was supposed to come out of, and he squeezed it again, but nothing. He shut the cap and shook it, thinking that was the problem. He didn't know about the protective seals, how could he, he was only used to them being on food and drink. He felt stupid for a moment as he opened it and tried to squirt the product out, and that was when he decided to just take the cap off, closing it. He was about to start turning it when a noise caught him off guard. The door to the bedroom had opened. He felt a wave of fear wash over him for a moment before he shook his head. Dream had probably just forgotten something. He looked back down at his bottle, about to open it again when he was interrupted by another noise, this time of the bathroom door opening.

Error was frozen and confused, holding the bottle in both hands close to his chest. He backed up against the shower wall, terrified and confused, looking out at the fuzzy figure of whoever had entered. He knew immediately that it wasn't Dream and his soul dropped into his stomach. No. He was supposed to be gone, and Error was supposed to be safe in here! This wasn't fair, he couldn't do this to him! His fears were confirmed by the shower door being yanked open, and Ink was standing there, a smirk on his face, "I had a feeling I'd find you here. You weren't in your room." Ink's voice sent waves of chills through Error's body and he felt weak, his bones wanting to give out right there and then. "L-leAVe Me AlOnE-" He cut himself off with a loud whine and shaky fearful whimper as Ink entered the shower. He felt like screaming his head off, but knew Dream wasn't here, and no one else would bother to save him, the destroyer, the life ruiner. There was no one in this multiverse that cared about him other than Dream.

Water soaked into Ink's clothes, but he didn't seem to care. He slammed his hands on either side of Error, and Error made a frightened whimpering sound, flinching back into the wall. "That stunt you pulled with your collar? Did you think you'd get away with that? How about going against the story I told you we were going with?" Ink was clearly angry with him, and Error couldn't help but he was terrified beyond belief, his body locked up and shaking, his whole body attempting to curl in on itself to protect him. "WAiT, InK, i'M SoRrY-" he was smacked across the face, causing him to cry out and begin to sob. "Sorry? You're sorry? If I hadn't talked Blue and Dream down I would've been completely found out! And now that you told them about your stupid fucking baby we can't just get rid of it like we should've in the first place!" He scolded him, his anger building. Error couldn't even make himself speak, he was so scared he was frozen in place.

Ink glared, waiting for a response that he never got. His glare remained hard as his eyelights trailed down from Error's terrified face to the bottle he was holding, and he quickly snatched it from him, looking it over. "Is this yours?" Ink asked. Error was nervous, and squished himself up closer to the wall, nodding softly. He didn't know why Ink wanted to know, but he knew it couldn't be for good reasons. "This was from Dream, right?" Another question Error didn't understand. He nodded, "Y-YeS..." His voice was shaky, his body being rattled with each glitchy breath he took, "IT WaS A G-g-g-GiFT..." He hugged himself tightly. Ink looked up at him, scowling, "A gift, Error? Do you really think you deserve gifts? How shameless are you for accepting this, hm?" Ink's words made Error whimper, and he hesitated, and since he didn't get an answer, Ink continued his berating, "You've displaced and murdered what, like at least a hundred thousand people? Do you think they would say you deserve nice things? What makes you think you're worthy of nice treatment and nice things? Come on, answer me." Ink poked him in the chest with the bottle.

Error felt guilt and disgust. He felt terrible for accepting the gift, especially when it was put that way. He had hurt so, so many people, and then he had the audacity to pretend he had earned this somehow? The horrors he had experienced didn't make up for his crimes, they didn't make him a good person, regardless if he had no choice but to do his job. He had gotten joy out of completing his work, he had felt accomplished after ruining and ending so many lives, and just because he felt guilty about it didn't mean it fixed what was done. His urges to destroy were so strong, but that didn't justify what he did. Tears rolled down his cheeks faster in a higher quantity and he shook his head, "I-I... I DoN't..." he whimpered. "Say it then. Tell me you don't deserve it." Ink ordered. "I-I... I... I doN't... I dOn'T DeSErVe iT..." Error mumbled. "More specific! Tell me what you don't deserve, tell me why you don't deserve it!" Ink's harsh tone and words made Error breakdown worse, crying hysterically and shaking his head. Ink smacked him, hard, "Get a fucking grip and do what I told you, Error, unless you want me to-" Error didn't even want to hear his threat.

"I-I D-d-d-DOn't-DoN't DEsERve NiCe ThINgs Or NIce TrEatmEnt! I doN'T! I'm-I'M A HOrRiBLE PerSoN a-AnD I-I'Ve DoNE NoTHinG tO DEsErVe iT!" Error couldn't stop his crying, wiping at his eyes with his wet hands, trying to get the tears to stop, but they wouldn't. Ink smirked, "Good Ruru, so well behaved~" Ink pinched his cheek, giggling to himself. Error felt terrible, his body shaking and his eyes burning, his legs wanted to collapse, and Ink's next sentence just made everything worse; "I think a punishment's in order, Error. We need to make sure you stop being so selfish, don't we? Accepting a gift you don't deserve definitely calls for some discipline, don't you think?" Error immediately shook his head, "No! No PLEasE! InK PlEAsE I-I wON't dO IT AGaIN! PlEAsE!" He hugged himself, trying to shut his legs as tight as he could, but Ink forced his knee between them, "Behave Error, or I'll punish you worse. I'm going to show you what happens when you accept things you don't deserve~"

Ink forced Error's legs open with a bit of struggling from them both, and despite Error's protests and pleas he inserted two fingers into his entrance, making him cry out and twist his upper body to the side away from Ink, Ink's hold on his hip and his leg keeping his legs open preventing him from moving his lower body. He pressed himself up as close to the shower wall as he could, pressing his hands against it. Ink thrusted the fingers fast and rough a few times before forcing in a third, and it was painful for the first few thrusts before he pulled his fingers out and quickly slicked them up with his own saliva, forcing two of them back inside Error, and after a few more thrusts his body became aroused, being conditioned by his abuse to do so regardless of how unarousing this situation was to him. "StOp, stOp PleAsE..." his voice was weak and full of pain, breaking as he sobbed. Ink continued thrusting them, re-inserting a third and spreading them apart before removing them.

Error was sure that Ink would remove his clothes next and rape him like usual, but that didn't happen, instead, he felt hard plastic being pressed against his entrance and he looked down despite his better judgment. Ink had the body wash bottle pressed against his entrance, and Error was not only confused why he was doing this, he was scared. Last time Ink had raped him with a foreign object he had physically destroyed his body, tearing him apart from the inside. Error felt Ink begin to force it into him, the base of the bottle actually being fit inside of him with a terrifying burning feeling as he was stretched too far by it without enough prep. It being a hard object it didn't sit right inside of him either or contract to fit in his walls, and there should have been much more preparation than just three fingers for it to not hurt.

Error couldn't stop crying and begging, but before Ink could give a heartless remark or continue to force the bottle into him, the bedroom door opened again and someone came in, knocking on the bathroom door. Ink looked startled, dropping the body wash bottle to the shower floor. He looked panicked as he quickly clambered out of the shower, shutting its sliding door behind him and quickly jumping up to sit on the counter, almost tripping several times in doing so. Error dropped to his knees in the shower, then sank completely to the floor, but he wasn't about to tell Dream to go away. "C-cOmE In, DReAm! I'm-I-I'M hiDDeN bY ThE d-DOor!" He was sure his emotional stress could be heard and felt by Dream, and it scared him that Dream could possibly find out. He didn't want to know what Ink would do to him if that happened. He couldn't stop crying still, pulling his knees to his chest. He couldn't make anything out since the glass was the foggy kind you can't see through, and he wasn't wearing his glasses, but he heard Dream enter the bathroom and could make out his figure and movements. Dream looked at Ink and raised an eyebrow.

"Oh, hi Ink, um, what are you doing home so early? I thought you said you had an AU to work on." So that was why Ink was able to leave without the others noticing, because he wasn't with them. Error wished Dream had mentioned that detail sooner, he would've tried to stay around people, knowing Ink wouldn't want to chance ruining his reputation. Ink smiled nervously, "Oh, you know, it's got done early." Dream hummed, "Hm, alright, well, what are you doing here in my bathroom, with Error? And why are your clothes soaked?" Dream's tone wasn't exactly accusatory, but it was definitely leaning towards suspicious, and Ink was sweating, "Ah, well, Error asked me to stand guard, and I was just helping him get the water set up and we didn't realize the shower head was pointed outwards for whatever reason and I got sprayed." Ink had come up with the lie quick, and Error couldn't tell if he was disappointed or relieved as he curled up more. "Hm, that's odd, I don't ever readjust my shower head, wonder how that happened." Dream smiled along and laughed a bit, but Error knew he was a little suspicious of Ink still.

"So, uh, what are you doing home early, Dream?" Ink stood up, hopping off the counter. "Well, while we were working, Nightmare showed up. We were talking and he said he needed to see Error. He's downstairs waiting right now, he's really antsy, he wants to see him very badly." Error gasped and shakily stood despite his shaky jello legs, "NiGHtmaRe Is HErE?? TeLl HiM I'lL BE RiGht DoWn!" Error was so excited and happy. He hadn't seen Nightmare in so, so long! "Alright Error. Come on Ink, let's find you some dry clothes." He smiled, "I think Error will be fine getting dressed and dry on his own." Dream took Ink's hand, and Error was so thankful. "Y-yEAh, I'Ll bE FiNe, DrEaM, t-tHanK YoU... InK..." Thanking Ink made him feel vile, but he ignored it, focusing on happy thoughts, like how Dream had saved him. He had stopped Ink from violating him again just in time, and he was so happy. Not to mention he was also about to see his best friend in the entire multiverse for the first time in way too long. "We'll be downstairs in the kitchen, Error! Take all the time you need!" Dream called back as he pulled Ink out and shut the door.

Error dropped down to the tub floor, collapsing in on himself as he began to sob. All the weight of just being assaulted came down on him and he shut his legs as tightly as possible, his vagina still aching from the invasion. He covered his mouth, tears streaming down his face, water running over his body as he hiccuped and shook. Ink was right, he didn't deserve nice things. Error's body and life were worthless, at least that's how he saw things. Ink wouldn't have hurt him like this if he hadn't done such horrible things. Error removed the hand from his mouth, and before he knew it he felt a burning pain in his upper arms. He didn't even need to look to know what he had done, but he knew if he did the water would be running blue. Error opened his eyes, his gaze immediately falling on the body wash bottle, the one he'd been raped with. He didn't deserve it anyways, nor did he want it anywhere near him after what Ink did. He stood up on shaky legs, quickly rinsing himself off, his legs almost collapsing beneath him as he stumbled out of the shower, grabbing the bottle. He dropped onto the bath mat, grabbing the nearby mini waste basket.

Error buried the bottle deep in the trash, covering it with the contents that were already in there, knowing fully well he shouldn't be touching something so disgusting with his bare hands, but he didn't want to hurt Dream's feeling by letting him know he didn't want it anymore. He had to hide it. Error slipped the basket back into place, and pulled himself up using the toilet, struggling and slipping a bit before forcing his body to cooperate. He threw up in the sink almost immediately, leaning on it for balance. He threw up a second time after, panting and crying harder as he turned on the water to wash it away, and to wash his dirty hands. Either way he didn't feel any cleaner. Error finally regained his composure after a minute of crying and catching his breath. He glanced at the pajamas he had grabbed, and felt a pit in his stomach. No. He didn't want to take them. He looked at his dirty clothes. Picking them up, he struggled to put them back on, but managed, and stumbled his way out of the room, grasping his stomach all the way downstairs in a protective gesture.

Error stumbled into the living room, assuming that's where everyone would be. He felt uncomfortable, his body glitching, his clothes slightly damp, his stomach was in knots, his head was killing him, but when he saw Nightmare, it felt like a ton of bricks had been lifted off his shoulders and he immediately ran towards him.
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