#ccau error

This was created as an exchange prompt with @writeformekitty from a few days ago. I finally finished and I’m expecting my shit post dude! >:)

Anyways, Cage Crazy AU belongs to @writeformekitty have fun my dudes

Don’t ask me why Error was sneaking around the headquarters at Justice Reigns, I couldn’t tell you. But that’s not the important thing. Just know that he was very lucky because today it was one of the few days Dream was out of the building at another establishment. Now, he was rushing past some of the dorms of the more important people when he hears a voice. It sounded young… and scared. Error stopped in his tracks, unable to ignore the sound. He backtracked a few paces as the voice got louder and seemed more panicked. Why couldn’t he ignore it!?

He finally found the room where the source of the voice was coming from. The voice seemed no older than eleven or twelve and was obviously male. It was clearly muffled by a pillow or something, but Error could still hear it. It has to be him again, I’m pretty sure this is his room. Error slowly started to open the door, and wasn’t surprised to see a young boy, sobbing into a pillow.

Error cursed his fatherly instincts as he stepped inside, slowly closing the door behind him. He  had seen this happen before and had even tried to help once. Hopefully this time nobody would show up “to the young angel’s rescue.” Palette hadn’t seemed to notice Error’s presence yet and Error was able to get close enough to touch him. The boy was whimpering and shouting into the pillow, saying things that sounded like, “Shut up!” and, “Leave me alone dammit!” Error took in a deep breath, he was going to help this kid. He knew it was a dumb and risky idea but his instincts wouldn’t let him leave Palette alone. He know what Palette must be going through, Error was no stranger to illusions of the mind or panic attacks. Okay Error, you know the pointers. No loud sounds, open up, make sure you are safe to him. You got this.

Error’s first move was to place a gentle hand on Palette’s back. The angel shot up, surprised at the touch and looked at Error. He started panicking and Error was forced to cover his mouth. “Kid, I’m not here to hurt you! Actually, I want to protect you. I only want to help, remember me?” Error knew that keeping covered wasn’t a wise way of proceeding so, keeping a hand over Palette’s mouth, he pulled off the sunglasses and the bandanna in one go. The kid seemed to recognise him but was by all means not comfortable or relaxed. He started trying to move away from Error, a shout mixing in his throat. Error quickly grabbed the panicking child and hugged him from behind, keeping a hand lightly over his mouth. “Remember Palette, I only want to help you. I’ll protect you from them.”

At those words Palette seemed to stiffen. He still struggled against Error’s arms, refusing to accept the touch. He didn’t need this guy’s help!! He was perfect, he needed nobody! Error only held him tighter, repeatedly ensuring the boy that he only wanted to help and protect him from the phantoms and voices that filled his mind. “It’s alright, I’ve got you. I won’t let anything hurt you.” Palette started to gain more and more control over his breath. Error was working wonders grounding Palette to reality.

“Can I let go of your mouth?” Error asked quietly, he had to keep it down as it was more soothing to the child. Palette nodded slightly. When Error did so, Palette began to speak quietly. “You’re Error, right?” His voice was small and scared, he squeezed his eyes closed, refusing to see the haunting shadows surrounding him and his companion. For some reason, he wasn’t hearing anything from Error that he actually hadn’t said. It was all comfort and care. Error nodded and continued to hug Palette who has stopped struggling. “C-Can you make it stop?”

In that moment, Error’s heart broke for this little guy. He shouldn’t have to go through this. Nobody his age should. “I’m not sure, but I’ll sure as hell try.” He was determined to help no matter what now. Dream, Error decided, Was a horrible parent. You don’t ignore a child’s issues like this! “For now, let’s try and get you to sleep. When you wake up, it’ll be better. Trust me.” Error guided the young angel back against the bed, rubbing his back.

“B-But the nightmares! And, and-” Palette couldn’t even contain his fear anymore, tears openly leaking from his eyes as he tried to stop them.

"Shh, it's okay. Go to sleep, go to sleep."

ok

*deep breath*

enjoy mild suffering whilst not even knowing who the character is except the name cuz it’s mine.

woot.

CCAU concept by @onebizarrekai

CCAU by @writeformekitty

A small shift in the air, barely noticeable, appeared. And then a kid walked out of it. Well, at least you could describe it as a kid, in looks. From height, you could probably guess they were 13 or 14 but in reality they were about 17. Their messy bright brown hair melted into the broken warehouse behind them, the brightest feature their periwinkle and alice blue eyes, yet almost white. They wore jeans, one ripped at the knee, the other scratched, an a purple and blue striped jumper underneath a dark indigo jacket which had one sleeve almost ripped off. Their boots were scuffed but other than that it was probably the most clean out of all of the clothes. A backpack also rested on their back.

They blinked a few times and then looked up at the broken warehouse. A white sheen glazed over their eyes for a second before they went over to the door and slowly pushed it open, unlocked, to his relief. Darkness met his eyes but he didn't really care, he was used to it. He stepped forward quietly and brushed lightly past dust to 2 plain mattresses that sat in the middle. He looked at the second one. A sewing needle and blue thread sat there, different to the rest of the place. He bent down and picked them up. They were pretty sharp, if small, he thought, as he twisted it around his fingers. Perhaps it would be good if he had to pickpocket someone or pick a lock. As for the string.. he stopped for a second, staring out into space. Maybe he could try to sew. No, that wouldn't be good. He placed his eyes back on the needle and placed it carefully on the ground next to him. 

The boy turned to his right next. Nothing lay on this mattress, which confused him a little. Even so, he shoved his hands underneath it and hauled it up, not knowing what to expect. And there sat a brightly coloured kazoo.

He blinked a few times before stifling a laugh, putting one hand to his mouth then coughing because of the dust. Still giggling, he reached out with his hand and pulled it out from underneath the mattress, letting it sit in his hand as the mattress fell to the floor with a flump, scattering dust everywhere.

"Really, Nightmare?" He asked to himself quietly, still laughing as he turned it around in his fingers as he had done with the needle and thread. Nope, he had never heard Nightmare play this. Maybe he did and he was zoned out or something, he'd never know. He gave a light grin before placing it back on the floor and getting up, his eyes next directed at the mattress sitting in the corner. This time, he could see something. And he knew what it was, even if it confused him.

A black scarf. He picked it up. Dust quickly layered his hand as he stared at it. Was he even wearing this when he went out? He probably would've.. then again, he might've just done with the bandanna. Scarves are a little uncomfortable, after all. The boy gave a light sigh as he sat down, brushing dust off his hands with a shiver. These were the things he had left? ..he gave another sigh, annoyed with himself and the others. Yet they couldn't help it.

He quickly returned to the other 2 mattresses, black scarf in hand. He then slid his backpack off and onto the floor. It was a goodish size, and looked like it could hold a decent amount of stuff.

He unzipped the top zip, revealing a mass of things below it. A dark blue, thinnish looking blanket rested, folded if a little untidily, at the bottom of the of the bag. Upon it, and tucked slightly in it, were 3 jars of silvery-grey dust. One was labelled Error. The next was labelled Cross, and the last labelled Nightmare. In a pocket, a bright blue bandanna, another which was black and had a white x on it, and the last was yellow-orangish.

The kid gave a sigh and reached in to unzip a smaller pocket on the side. He placed the needle and thread into one pocket and placed the kazoo into another. The black scarf he tied around his neck. No one would make any connections, hopefully.

Ky stood up, zipping up the bag and putting it back on then turning towards the door. Perhaps he could find solace in Underswap, he didn't know. But until, he would work on his revenge.

Vengeance.

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