#cookedbreakfast

Contains swearing and innuendos.

Quietly, the oil monster rolled onto his side, opening his eye a little. Underneath his chin, Error had dug his skull into his neck, somewhat comfortable. He sighed, rubbing the glitch’s back gently, not sure about what was going on inside him at that point.

Everything was a mess, sympathetic for Error, he felt pitiful when he shouldn’t. Yet, it was comforting to know that he could feel that for someone as strange as him. He let his eye glow a little, sitting up carefully, allowing Error to continue. The glitch groaned a bit when he did, sensing Nightmare’s presence moving away.

He left the bed, stretching, yawning into his jacket zip. He rubbed his eye, a tendril grabbed the two puppets, lightly pushing them into Error’s chest. He hugged them almost instinctively. Nightmare grinned slightly, amused by the instant reaction.

He hesitated before leaving the room, contemplating how Error might react to waking up alone. He exited, teleporting into the kitchens, musing and humming to himself. He brought out a frying pan, along with a bowl and spoon.

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He stirred, opening his eyes reluctantly, mumbling out incoherent noises as he sat upright. Loneliness set in immediately, grasping his puppets and pillow, hugging them against his chest. He shut his eyes, biting his tongues, grimacing.

Never, in his life, had he acted like that. Usually, he wished for loneliness whenever someone was around but, now, he hated it. Perhaps it was just the care Nightmare gave him, the unusual kindness of the oil monster which caused him to feel so alone. He didn’t know, he didn’t want to know, due to the fact that it would only mess him up more.

Yet, he still continued thinking, disliking the idea of not wanting to leave Nightmare’s side. It was annoying, being unable to control himself and, still, he longed for Nightmare’s presence. It wasn’t long before said presence filled his bedroom.

“...you’re awake?” Nightmare smiled, Error nodded idly, staring at the bed. “Here...” A plate was laid onto his lap, on the white, ceramic plate were three rolled up pancakes. Error paused, glancing at Nightmare, his eyes soon wavered back to the breakfast.

“...thanks...” He murmured, barely audible. Nightmare grew confused, not sure about why Error was acting the way he was, a tendril rubbed his back gently.

“After that, d’you wanna go for a bath? I can get your clothes cleaned, seeing as you were...bleeding a lot.” He offered, Error nodded again, cutting into a pancake with a knife, holding it steady with a fork. His hands quivered as he did, having barely used utensils to eat whilst living in his void. “Error?”

“...m’fine...” He said, without properly thinking, Nightmare frowned a bit. “...I...”

“...what’s wrong?”

“...nothing, I’m just...confused, is all..” Error’s mouth twitched, eating away at the pancake, delighted at the taste of chocolate flooding his tongues.

“Why?” Nightmare tilted his head, curious, wanting know why he was being weird.

“I...it’s nothing...I’m thinking too much, heh...” He grinned sheepishly, Nightmare sat down beside him.

“What’re you think about?”

“Nothing, Night...it’s nothing serious...” He could feel Nightmare’s eye on him, sighing quietly. “...before you came back, I felt...weird...” He finally said “...I usually wanna be left alone and do my own thing but...this time, I...I don’t know, it was...bad...”

“...you were lonely?” Nightmare enquired, Error shrugged, trying not to show much care for the matter at hand.

“As I said..it’s nothing serious...”

“Not serious, no, but...” The oil monster frowned a little, putting a hand on top of Error’s skull, dragging his fingers down the back of it gently. “...what do you feel around me, Error?” Error finished the last pancake, placing the fork and knife down on the plate, thinking.

“I feel...safe.” He answered “And warm...but that’s when you’re not scary.” Fidgeting a little, Nightmare touched the back of Error’s neck. “...you’re...not as scary anymore...”

“Really?”

“Mhm...not to mention, you’ve...really helped me, too...so, I don’t have much reason to be scared...” He continued “...I like you when you’re not scary...” Nightmare’s cheeks flushed lavender, smiling awkwardly. “D...did I say something weird?”

“No...you’re just sweet, is all...” He responded simply “Adorable, too...”

“Oh...” Error watched as Nightmare got to his feet, taking the plate from him.

“Now...I’ll put this away and get you your bath sorted, okay? Shout if you need anything.” He teleported, leaving Error alone.

The glitch sat there for a few minutes, hearing Nightmare in the bathroom, turning the hot water on. He blushed golden, thinking more, letting out a flustered giggle. He didn’t have a clue about what Nightmare was feeling, let alone himself.

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