Can I Join The Party Fashionably Late And Say That I’m Very Soft For This Too Now? So Wholesome, I

Can I join the party fashionably late and say that I’m very soft for this too now? So wholesome, I can’t

Well here’s this XD I was feeling really soft for Crossmare, all of a sudden, so that’s what it ended up being

@lights-camera-stagefright (since you wanted me to tag you in this)

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It had been a long, restless week for the Bad Sanses, and no-one was feeling that exhaustion more than their irritable leader. Dream had been pushing back at them hard, undoing much of their hard work as he spread positivity through the Multiverse. In order to keep any of their efforts from being unraveled, they had to fight almost nonstop for days. The gang was smart enough to sleep in shifts so that someone would be awake to alert the others of the Star Sanses’ movements.

Nightmare, however, had not slept for the entire week- and it showed. He was practically glued to his coffee mug, seeming to live dependently on the caffeine-laced liquid. His tentacles, which usually twirled about in the air behind him energetically, now swayed drowsily near the ground like heavy branches of a decaying oak tree. Now and then, he would drop his head into his hand and mutter something, clearly not paying any attention to the newspaper he had in front of him.

Cross frowned at him from the other side of the breakfast table, uninterested in the omelet that Horror had served him. When was the last time the fool had even taken a nap? It had to have been before this mini-war had begun. Just in thinking about it, he felt his face pull into a deeper frown. They couldn’t have him passing out in the middle of a battle. Despite all of the arguments he had gotten into with his boss, he was genuinely concerned for him. And coffee certainly was no substitute for a night of rest.

He pushed his chair back suddenly, walking to his boss’ side. “Put that down and get up,” He ordered, receiving a glare almost immediately. Something utterly incoherent slipped out of Nightmare’s mouth, then he blinked and tried again.

“…’s not your job to tell me what to do,” He spat, wobbling. Cross guided his hand down and pushed the newspaper onto the table, then he worked the mug out of Nightmare’s clawed fingers. His grumbles of protest were half-hearted and went unobserved.

“You need sleep, Night,” Cross told him, waiting for the sulking Lord of Negativity to look up at him. When he did, he had the expression of an angry child. “Don’t give me that look. You’re exhausted, and no one in this damned castle is helping you. Just… get up.” He slipped one of his arms around the goopy mess of a being, easing him to his feet.

Nightmare sighed and draped an arm across the knight’s shoulders, still scowling. “I can walk on my own,” He argued, earning himself a chuckle in response.

“No you can’t, idiot. Look, you’re tripping over your own feet.” Cross was correct, the sleep-deprived leader hardly lifted his feet with each step. If it weren’t for Cross, he likely would’ve tread upon his own tentacles and fell face-flat on the ground. They walked like this until they got to Nightmare’s room, which was at the end of a long, dark corridor. Cross knew Nightmare could see in the dark, but he sometimes wondered if it would be such a crime to light some torches in the halls- at least for the convenience of the rest of the gang.

The room was a mess. Books and clothes were everywhere, loose papers were scattered across the floor, and black puddles coated almost every surface- even the walls. Fortunately enough, there wasn’t a lot that he had to brush off of the bed. He helped Nightmare sit down, and the Lord of Negativity fell back gratefully into his pillows.

“There you go. You don’t have to make this so difficult,” Cross told him in a low voice, pulling his blankets over him. Nightmare scowled back, but he seemed a lot less irritable.

“Mmn, whatever.” He snuggled his head into the pillows, then tensed. His eye flickered up to Cross, a look of panic entering his gaze as the knight made his way back to the door. “Don’t go.”

Cross stopped, turning to look at him in surprise. He saw a strange vulnerability in the eye of his boss, and it took him a second to process the statement. Stay. Why did he need Cross’ company? Now that he thought of it, Nightmare had always been reluctant to get any rest. There was probably a good reason for this, but he didn’t want to push him for answers. Instead, he nodded and pushed the door shut halfway, sitting on the floor since there were no chairs in the room.

Nightmare visibly relaxed, his eye shutting in contentment. Not long after, his breathing slowed and his face softened. How he could look so peaceful in his sleep was a mystery. Cross quietly stood and began to clean the room, feeling like he should keep himself busy. He stacked all of the loose papers neatly on the decluttered desk and slipped all of the books back onto the bookshelves. Uncertainly, he bunched up all of the clothes and tossed them on the floor in Nightmare’s walk-in closet. With a sigh, he supposed the room was now at the very least clean enough to allow one to walk about freely.

He turned back, noticing Nightmare was twisting about in his sleep. He was muttering something under his breath, face twitching into a dreadful frown. Cross only found it odd when he whimpered, so quiet it could have been his imagination. Was he… having a nightmare? Cross should have known this was why he refused to sleep. After all, his very name suggested that he wasn’t one to have healthy dreams.

Moving closer to his bedside, Cross reached out to comfort his uneasily. He didn’t sign up for this… But he had gotten awfully close to the gang members, and he considered them to be his family. He felt sympathy for Nightmare, who had been through so much and lived so many years in a state of torment and pain. He was bad at hiding it from the people he opened up his castle to. Cross could tell that he needed someone to help him through his problems, and although he didn’t like the idea of being a soft, sensitive person, maybe that was what he must become to help Nightmare.

The sleeping leader flinched at his touch, then seemed to realize he wasn’t trying to harm him. Rather suddenly, a tentacle reached out and curled around Cross, tugging him up onto the bed next to Nightmare. He gasped in surprise, especially when the creature of negativity and darkness wrapped his arms around him. The hug was tight, desperate to keep him from leaving.

“It’s alright,” He whispered after a minute of surprise. Cross rubbed his arms softly, trying to ease his tension. “I’m not going to leave you.”

Nightmare snuggled into his jacket, his frown softening at the edges. Whatever Cross had done seemed to have calmed him, and once again he was sleeping peacefully. “Geez, you are a mess,” He chuckled quietly, feeling his own tension fade despite being in a strangle-hold by both of Nightmare’s arms and a tentacle. “No wonder you’re so irritable all of the time.”

Cross felt a creeping feeling of sadness take hold of his mind. He had spoken to Dream before about their past, curious to find a way to bring some amount of peace to the goopy skeleton. Didn’t he say that they had been inseparable when they were younger? He realized that Nightmare was likely extremely lonely, now that he had no one to come to when he was hurting. This strange desire to have someone close to him must have originated from the loss of his brother.

When he tried to pull away, feeling a bit uncomfortable, Nightmare sobbed in his sleep and held him back with another tentacle. Cross felt something inside him twist at that sad, pained noise. “I’m sorry, Night. I’m here. I’m not going to leave you. Not like he did.” He sank into the odd, somewhat sticky hug, wrapping his own arm around Nightmare’s.

He would likely get stabbed when Nightmare woke up, but that was alright. Cross found that he didn’t mind- he was going to be here and help Night, no matter what it took. Besides, he kind of enjoyed the attention. They remained together for the rest of the day, their breathing matching as the knight found himself dozing off, incredibly safe and warm in the arms of the only person that had welcomed him in without hesitation.

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I did not proof read this, so I hope it isn’t too messy XD

It had to be done.

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An Insomnia [Errordream] fanfic

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1589 words

8682 characters

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Warnings- death, slight suicidal thoughts, hella lot of angst, slightly grossly descriptive is an area or two

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Characters- Dream, Error, Nightmare, Ink, and Killer (mentioned)

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Error looked at his palm. This was it, he was going to do it. Tonight was perfect, Dream would love it! Smiling, he tucked a small box into his back pocket. He began to walk over to his portal that led to nightmares place. He never noticed the eyes that followed him.

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Dream was having a splendid day! He was excited to see Error later tonight. He looked nervous, but then again he always did around Dream, It made him giggle! He walked down the forest path that led to ink's house. It lay in an au that wasn’t very well populated, so it allowed him to stay low and undiscovered. He knocked on the door. A sudden wave of negative emotions washed over him, catching him off guard. It left as quickly as it came, but it left him a tad confused. Before he could ask himself what it was, the door opened revealing a grinning Ink.

“Heya Dream, howyadoin’?”

“I’m doing fine, how about you?” He responded, forcing a grin.

…

Ink gave him a searching look. “You sure? You look a tad shaken… are you alright? Come in, You can tell me while you drink some of the hot chocolate i made!”

It was wintertime in the au they were in, so it made sense to make some. But Ink being hospitable? Really? He couldn’t believe his non-existent ears. Next thing he knew, he was being pulled over to one of the rainbow bean-bags that Ink had laying around his house. On the kitchen counter were two cups of hot chocolate, one with rainbow colored marshmallows and the other with yellow ones. Yum! Ink brought over the cups and the two sat down.

He took a sniff of the hot chocolate. It smelled like apples, which made him queasy. Ink must have forgotten that he didn’t like apples- again- and bought the apple flavored hot chocolate that this au’s farmers market sold. Trying not to choke, he downed a sip or two of the mix.”I- it tastes good!”

“Glad you like it! Now if you don’t mind, I forgot something in the other room, I hope you don’t mind if I fetch it!” Huh, apologetic. What was the occasion? Ink quickly darted to his bedroom.

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So that he wouldn’t make Ink feel bad, he continued to drink a bit of it. Not long after he felt a burning sensation in his skull. Headache? No… no this was more than a headache, he was sure. The pain was increasing rapidly, and before he knew it, he was not he ground. He started coughing up a black liquid, and negativity flooded over his body, and a black goops started to pour from his right eye. He let out a strangled scream as the goop started covering his whole body, filling him with feelings of negativity that no person should ever feel. He started forgetting things. Wh- whose house was this!?!? Tentacles sprung from his back, ripping his shirt wide open. What is my name? Ribs cracked.

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Who was he?

He remembered one thing. Error. And with it came not love, but a desire for bloodshed.

Two gray eyes watched soullessly from a distance.

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Error and Nightmare chatted as they walked through the au. Stars and galaxies littered the sky, as comets flew just miles above where they stood. It was beautiful, absolutely beautiful. What, even destroyers can admire the scenery from time to time! The only reason Nightmare was with him is, honestly, he had no idea where the spot really was. He just told Dream to meet him there, so he had to ask Nightmare to bring him there. The guy was surprisingly supportive. He actually got so excited when Error told him about the proposal that blue apples appeared, glowing in his eyes. That got a laugh out of Error… almost at the expense of one of his fingers… but hey, ink could always make him a new one, right? They walked silently, with a few exchanges, through the sparse forest. The peace didn’t last long though, unfortunately. Nightmare was slowing down a bit, which struck Error as odd. He slowed. “Hey boss, you doing alright?”

“Yeah, just feeling a bit queasy that’s all…”

Nightmare admitting he was a bit weak? Yeah, something was definitely up. “Hey, why don’t we stop for just a minute…?

“Fine…”

They sat behind a large boulder as Nightmare slowly recuperated. Or at least, that was the expectation. But no, the poor guy was getting worse by the second. Neither of them knew what was going on, but it wasn’t good. Growing increasingly worried, both that he is going to be late, and that Nightmare was clearly dying or something, he opened his mouth to tell Nightmare to go home and get some rest or something so he God forbid doesn’t die, when he hears a muffled scream. He whips around to see Nightmare shaking, staring at his hand. Error rushed over to him, soul pounding. His hand. Okay. His hand. His… hand… his… his…

Oh my god his hand-

The goop that covered Nightmares body had parted way, revealing pearly white bones underneath. And it was still going, crawling up his arm. Before he knew it, a small, boy sized skeleton stood before him, shaking to the core. He gaped at what was supposedly his boss.

“This- this isn’t good- oh god-“

“Wh- what the hell- where is the black… stuff!?!?”

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“This is bad, isn’t it…”

Just from the look Nightmare gave him, he knew it had to be about dream.

“W- what happened to him!?”

“He ate a dark apple- he must have- but why!? He would never purposely eat one! Someone must have made hi-“ he suddenly shoved error into the bushes, with force too strong to have seriously come from something that small. Shaking, he looked at where Nightmare was staring. Oh my God-

“Is that Dr”

Nightmares hand slapped across Errors mouth, and he gave him a warning look. Standing a couple yards away from them was a very goopy, pissed off- what he assumed was- Dream. And he was looking straight at them.

Nightmare and Error looked at each other.

“Run.”

And that they did. As fast as they could. He felt an urge to run towards Dream instinctively, but Nightmare helped him fight it off. That wasn’t Dream anymore.

Demon Dream was quickly catching up to them. “SPLIT UP!” Nightmare shouted.

“ARE YOU CRAZY!?”

“JUST RUN I’LL DISTRACT HIM HE WON'T KILL ME! I KNOW HIM!” Nightmare shouted. Error didn’t pick up the fear and doubt edging Nightmares voice.

Hesitantly he ran in a different direction. He found himself in a clearing where he collapsed, trying to catch his breath, wheezing. This wasn’t happening… please, God tell me this isn’t happening…

he was jolted out of his misery by the sound of footsteps behind him. Dream was standing right behind him.

And dust was dropping from his tentacles. He started shaking. “D- Dream, I-“

One of dreams tentacles wrapped around his neck, snatching him up off the ground, and the ring fell out of his pocket. He couldn’t breathe. “Dream no please stop this isnnnnnntnnt…-“ it got tighter. Multicolored dots and glitches filled his vision. He gagged. “DREAM PLEASE-“ cold, deep orange eyes stared soullessly at him.

Pain pierced his chest, and it all went black.

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A scream pierced the air.

A jolt went through his body. Wh- where was I!? What am I doing in the forest?!?! Oh my god why do I have tentacles?!-

It all came flooding back. He was at Inks house. He… he collapsed… but why? The… the… the hot chocolate? Apples. Apples… ink left him alone… he...

He…

That traitor put a dark apple in his hot chocola-

He noticed there was something laying by his feet. He looked down.

And he froze. His eyes widened. His body stiffened.

Nonono

NONONONO

He collapsed and wrapped his arms shortly around Error's body. He was shaking violently, head reeling. “YOUR NOT DEAD YOU CAN'T BE-“ He frantically searches for a soulbeat. Then a pulse. But nothing. The guardian of positivity collapsed on Error, gripped his hand, and cried. Cried because there was no reason left to live. Cried till there were no tears left to cry. Cried because of the fear, pain, and guilt that came crashing down on him all at once. But those beautiful stars just glittered coldly down on them. Footsteps sounded behind him, and he turned around to see blue and yellow eyes and a wide smile.

Ink walked over to them.

“Get away from him you psychopath!”

Ink stepped over a few feet and picked up a small golden ring. It donned a beautiful yellow diamond at which the likes of that he had never seen before. Horror dawned on Dream's face.

“Nothing personal kid. But the creators were getting a little weary of the lack of action around these places.” He Summoned a sharp, black bone. Error's body disintegrated into dust. “And I have taken it upon myself to keep them interested. So, like I said…”

He readied his fingers for a snap.

“Nothing personal kid!”

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He was an amazing actor. It was Killer who found them there, and everyone came after that. He would act terrified, and his eyes a grayish blue color. When they asked what happened, he won’t respond only with, in a shaky voice,

“I just found them here.”

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