Aaaa Mercy with Error and Dream?
Pairing: insomnia (error/dream)
When he opened his eyes, the world was dark. His head was pounding, and his mouth twisted up into a frown as he tried to remember what had happened before he passed out, before ultimately shutting his eyes and giving up.
The thought of sitting up made his stomach swim, so he stayed laying down where he was. With everything aching the way it was, he almost wished he just hadn't woken up. It was hard to focus on anything but the aching pain, and so for several moments, he drifted just on the edge of consciousness.
What brought him back was the unmistakable sound of space time being ripped open, a portal to another universe tearing its way through the air. He knew the sound well enough.
He must be in Blue's house, he reasoned. It was the logical place, after all. Blue was his friend, and he'd stayed over so often that Blue had practically given him the guest room. It would also explain the soft surface he lay on, and the cloth covering his eyes. He was sick, or had been injured during their last spat with Nightmare, and Blue was taking care of him.
⌠That didn't sound right.
Despite his aches and pains, Dream sat up, the cloth over his eyes falling down and pooling in his lap. It had been a blanket after all, but he wasn't focused on that, the white nothingness of the anti-void greeting him and making him nauseous.
"Hey, dumbass, lay back down," a gruff voice snapped at him, and even though his head was spinning, he turned and met the mismatched eyes of Error, the outcode being and symbol of destruction.
And instead of laying back down, he passed out.
When Dream woke again, it was to the blanket covering his eyes and the irritated grumbling of a certain outcode he couldn't say he knew all that well. As compared to the other outcodes he knew. At least his headache was gone.
With his head no longer pounding, he recalled his last memories. There had been a battle, of that much he was certain. Ink had reported a sighting of Cross and Killer, from Nightmare's little band of misfits. They were clearly up to no good, so he had taken Blue with him to see what they were up to. He couldn't quite recall what had happened, but he knew at some point, he had been shoving Blue out of the way of an attack.
"What happened?" He groaned, keeping his eyes closed and himself under the blanket. In his state, the white of the anti-void was sure to irritate him rather than anything else. A huff of breath sounded from his left, and Error's skipping voice spoke up.
"Building collapsed on you."
He said nothing else, and Dream pushed aside the blanket just a bit to sneak a look up at Error. Golden eyes fell to mismatched hands, which were busy weaving blue string together in some kind of braid. Error wasn't paying attention to him, so he took another moment to look around, assessing where exactly he was.
He knew he was in the anti-void, of course, but he didn't remember the anti-void having blankets to lay on or pillows to prop his head up. Nor did he remember it having beanbags or little boxes of knickknacks strewn about. He definitely didn't remember the ceiling, which extended into darkness, woven over with webs of blue string.
"You and that swap incode interrupted Cross and Killer's date," Error spoke up again, and Dream turned to look at him. The other outcode wasn't meeting his eyes, gaze firmly fixed on his hands, which were still weaving away. "You're wondering, I can tell. They called Nightmare, Nightmare called me. Blue made it out okay. You didn't."
"Oh," Dream said eloquently. He lay back down again, suddenly feeling the urge to either disappear from the world or throw up. "Why save me?" He finally asked.
"Dunno," Error muttered, and turned away. It was silent for a long time after that, and Dream could sense that that was all he was going to get from Error on the subject.
Sighing, he gave up and dropped it, closing his eyes and covering his face with the blanket again. He'd take Error's unexpected mercy without any more questions.
(Though when he thought back on the details of it later, when he returned to Blue's house and allowed the sprightly incode to fret and worry over him, he couldn't help but wonder if he was making up the blue flush of magic on Error's face.)
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