#canon stuff

The Multiverse Knows Him, hell, they fear him.

Even despite his injuries he sustained in a fight against his rival, Ink.. They still feared him as the ‘Destroyer of Worlds.’

‘That fight against Ink was an accident. Ink never meant to do that,’ Error silently thought to himself whilst clutching onto his jacket in one arm, and his new cane in the other. His injuries had messed with his ability to use his magic. He hated it. He could no longer just ‘throw’ his strings at stuff to bring it to him, and with his spine injury, his ability to walk had been bothered too. Nightmare had barely been able to convince him to move into the castle.

“Error, you’re incredibly wounded, you must rest! I’m not going to have you dusting on my watch!” Nightmare’s stern, but somewhat caring tone was very clear with his intentions. He wanted Error to officially join the team.

Error recoiled with a light sigh, before leaning the wall beside him. He was barely able to stand there without shaking.

“You’re far from convincing, Mare. It’s ridiculous.. You really think I can’t handle myself?! I’m a GOD, next to your team, I am a leopard, and they, are little ants…” He gave a smug smirk like he always does. That same expression he hides behind.

Nightmare could see right through it. He hated when he did this.

“You’re so impossible, you know that? But fine, if you don’t want to accept my help now, just know it’s always available. You mean as much to me as my idiots do. You’ve been with me longer than even Killer has, and I don’t want you to forget that.” Nightmare’s expression soften, and he bowed his head to Error before walking off back into his castle.

Error went back to his Anti-Void. Things stayed that way for a long while. Until…

Nearly a month later, Error was awoken from his sleep by a sharp pain in his chest. His soul. Something had caused it to crack. Whatever it was, Error was not sticking around to find out. He opened up a portal straight to the castle. He limped his way through the kitchen, the hallways.. He was hoping that Nightmare would be awake, but before he could even make it to Nightmare’s room. ‘Crash!’

Error collapsed onto the floor, his vision going blurry as he fell unconscious. Dust had heard the fall, and silently picked Error up, and brought him to a spare room. The room was already prepared.. Like Nightmare was expecting him to arrive soon.

The walls were a deep, midnight blue, with glow-in-the-dark star stickers across the top of the walls, and ceiling. On one of the walls, was a shelf with a nice coastal blue, and some extra yarn, and some acrylic paints. That wall was also noticeably lighter in blue, and had plenty of open space.

Dust carefully placed a small device on his lower back after seeing the wound that caused all of this. He began to wrap it a bit to both keep Error from clawing it out, and to give it some more support to heal.

He sat down on the edge of the bed after placing Error down, and tucking him in. He just sat there for a while, before pulling down his hood and quietly whispering to Error, despite him sleeping.

“..For a ‘Destroyer of Worlds,’ You sure aren’t that light on your feet, pal… Boss was worried you wouldn’t make it here by the time your condition worsened… He’s got a whole drawer of chocolate, somewhere in here. He hid it from Killer n’ Cross, to save it for you…” Dust sighed, before giving a heavy chuckle. “Good night, Error. I hope you enjoy your room..”

Dust got back up, pulled his hood back up, and walked back to his room.

Error woke up some time in the middle of the day. Horror had left him a meal just a short while ago. He gave a small sigh, before grabbing the plate of pancakes. They had a ton of chocolate chips in them, it made him smile, even if just for a brief moment.

After his meal, and after yelling at his soul to stop pissing him off, he got up, grabbed his cane, and made his way out to the living room to see what everybody was doing. His back had been bandaged up by somebody, and he want to know who.

“Alright mother fuckers, who was fuckin’ around in my sleep? Why do I have this shit on me, and why are they itchy..”

Dust paused, before pointing at himself. “They’re itchy because there’s a strong M.S. device on you.. You started crashing last night, it was the only thing I could do except to wake Nightmare… You almost…” He paused for a moment, and looked up at him, his eye was a bit duller than normal. “You almost died last night, Error. You passed out on me, that’s never happened before… Your magic, it’s usually so much stronger than this.. You’re a fucking wildfire when it comes to fights, but.. I think it’s time you took a break.. Maybe a permanent one.. Just a thought..”

Error looked down at his hand, before putting it back into his pocket. He leaned against his cane, before walking over to the couch. Killer immediately perked up and moved a little closer to him. If Killer had a tail, it would be wagging right now.

“Error, Error! Hey! Boss told me you were moving in, I’m happy you’re back!” Killer laughed happily as he played around with his butterfly knife. He’s gotten much better since the last time he was here.

“…Considering I have no anti-void to go back to, I guess you’re right. Just keep your cats out of my room.. Except the little black one… He’s chill. Not overly cuddly…” Error huffed as he leaned back a bit. Killer kicked a footrest over to him. “…You’re think I really need that?”

“I don’t think you need it, but it may help! Always helps when my back is sore!” Killer smiled as he curled up on the couch beside him, still doing his knife tricks.

Error looked down at him with a loud sigh. “Who are you even trying to impress? That’s not gonna make you magically pull, buddy. Actually it might make your chances worse..” Error complained as he kicked his feet up onto the footrest in front of him.

“I’m tryna impress Boss, He’s real pretty.. I bet he likes me, just doesn’t have the balls to say it!” Killer squabbled as he put his knife back on his belt. “Besides, why wouldn’t he like me, I’m the best! Who on the team has the most kills, You’re lookin’ at him, baby!” He cackled as he propped himself up on his elbow,

“…Great destruction, you are so full of yourself..” Error huffed.

“Says the guy who just swore to HIMSELF!” Killer hissed as he crossed his arms, and pouted like a child.

Error just glared at him. “You are so impossible…”

“Nah, I’m Killer!” He smirked.

They all froze up when they heard a portal open. Nightmare had carried in several grocery bags with his tentacles, it looked like he bought everything in the store. However, he was also carrying Horror in his arms.

“…Can you three take care of these? Horror had a.. Rough time while we were out.. I must go get him to bed… He deserves a nap.. I will cook our meal tonight, he needs rest…” Nightmare spoke softly, and quietly as he walked down the hallway.

The three of them silently got up and started putting things away, until surprisingly, Dust broke the silence.

“…His skull was bandaged again…” Dust noted, while grabbing a bottle of ketchup and placing it into his jacket. He threw another at Killer, hit him straight in the face and knocked him over.

Killer hissed at him as he slowly stood up, and shook off the dust that was now on his jacket. He also grabbed the bottle that Dust threw at him, and put it in the fridge. “Nice shot, bitch.” Killer huffed as he continued putting things away.

About half-way through them going through the stuff, and putting it away, Nightmare came back out, and helped them with the rest.

“Thank you, all three of you.. I’m sure you saw that I found some new chips for you all to try, and I’ve decided, we’re going to be having a snack bin now. I have a couple more bags here, and it’s all stuff for the snack bucket, that way you fools don’t have to wake me or Horror up at night for food…” Nightmare explained as he dumped out the three bags on the table.

Dust and Killer just stared, as Error tried to grab one of the chocolate bars, only to have his hand smacked away from it by Nightmare’s tentacle.

“I see how it is, you’ve chosen death.” Error huffed as he crossed his arms again.

“Just because you’re in rough shape does not mean I will pity you, Error.. You’re already well aware of that…” Nightmare argued as he began to put the stuff into the basket on the countertop. “Plus, It’s white chocolate, you hate white chocolate..”

“Damn, you’re right.” Error mumbled as he helped him put the rest of the food away.

Nightmare sighed as he looked over at Dust and Killer. “You two.. Thank you for helping as well. Tomorrow, we’re going to stay home, and rest. Horror won’t be able to go out tomorrow, and I’m not letting Error go out tomorrow.” He ordered while looking over at Error with an irritated look.

“Got it Nighty!” Killer exclaimed as he made his way to his room, Dust only nodded and followed him.

“..You need to rest, Error. Dust told me everything that happened last night. I’m very disappointed that you didn’t come to me sooner.. You know how much you mean to me, we’ve known each other for quite some time now. You’re practically my right hand man.” Nightmare stressed as he gently grabbed onto Error’s hand. “You need to take a break.. Okay? Just one day, of no extra magic usage. We can just.. Sit back, relax.. And we’ll all watch a movie. I can invite Reaper over as well if that will make you happy..”

Error sighed, before looking down at the ground.

“..Fine. You win… I’ll take a break… And no, you don’t need to call Reaper. The six of us are fine. I enjoy when it’s just us six…”

Nightmare nodded lightly, before making his way down the hallway as well. He paused before he turned into his room, and looked back at him. “You’re always welcome to knock if you need me, I’m always here.” Nightmare spoke as he turned into his room, and lightly shut the door behind him.

Error gave a small sigh as he made his way to his own room. He knew this was going to be a huge change, and that he wasn’t prepared for it, but he was going to have to get used to it.