Mind the ⚠️warnings⚠️ in the tags!
Summary: Error and Ink have established a truce between Destruction and Creation, and are actually able to stick to it somewhat. Except for the occasional creative spree spurred by the Creators followed by a quick clean up, things are amicable between them and they don’t consider each other enemies anymore.
Nightmare on the other hand refuses to surrender or call a truce with Dream. He wants that last golden apple. Error is still technically a ‘Bad Sans’ and lives in Nightmare’s castle, since Nightmare will just drag him back if he stays in the Antivoid.
Error is now stuck in a war that he wants no part in. He cares for Nightmare and his gang and doesn’t want to see them hurt, but he also doesn’t want to hurt the Star Sanses. But when the people he cares for abuse and use him, and blame him for every failed mission or little thing that goes wrong, what is a skeleton to do?
His only hope might be Dream’s willingness to help any SOUL that needs him.
Hope and fear can be found in the most unexpected places, safety and danger are only a hairs breath away, and whose to say that salvation and damnation aren’t one and the same.
Notes:Warnings in the tags, take heed. Heavy subjects including abuse (physical and mental), manipulation, poor mental health, low self esteem, self depreciation, angst to fluff cycle, things get worse before they better, slight enemy to friends to lovers, depiction of wounds and treatment.
Started this back in 2019 when I was in a bad state of mind. I was called unreliable a lot and started this as a vent fic. Will be continuing it now. I’m doing better, in a more healthy state of mind, and feel that I can make this a better story that it was going to be. I’ve got more perspective and feel that I can tackle this now without spiraling.
Again, please mind the tags, and maybe don’t read if it’s too triggering. Be good to yourself and take care!
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