Sanscest One-Shots (old)

Depressed Dream x Error (different version)

Just like the other one, this one is depressing. It has mentions of self harm and suicide.

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Dream's P. O. V.
I couldn't help but to feel like I'm some kind of burden. I know I made Error upset recently because I'm not supposed to walk without him by me.

I've had an injury that affected both of my legs. That caused me not able to walk for quite some time but, my legs are healing which is good.

I just wish Error wouldn't get so upset over me trying to walk with my leg braces without his help. I can walk without him by me but, I know he worries about me.

I just think recently, after our fight, I think he just doesn't love me any more. I feel like he just wants to divorce me and be with someone else.

I can't really blame him for feeling like that: who would want to be with me? No one. I should just be abused till I die.

That's how it should be. I'm worthless and no one cares about me. That's how it has been for a while.

I honestly don't think it's gonna change. But today, I was planing on something to just end my life so I won't bother him any more.

Depression meds don't help me. Error keeps telling me to take my meds but, I told him they don't help.

I sighed as I stood up and got in my wheelchair. I wheeled myself over to the small table my leg braces are on.

I started to put on my leg braces as I heard Error's voice. "Hey Dream, do you need some help?" he asked me.

I shook my head then said, "No, I got it." "Are you sure? I can help." I didn't say anything, I just strapped one brace on one of my legs. Now for the other leg.

I hear him sigh then said, "You know, I'm sorry for what I said. I know our little fight might have made your depression worse. We can do anything you want."

I didn't say anything; I just finished putting the brace on my other leg. I turned the wheelchair around to see Error.

He had a concerned expression on his face. "I'm ok, don't worry," I said, trying to reassure him.

He didn't seem convinced: I look down as I locked the wheelchair into place. I started to stand up; Error quickly came closer to me and helped me.

I looked at him and said, "I want to try walking by myself and see how I'm doing." He just nodded then let go.

I slowly started to take some small steps. I looked and saw Error lightly smiling. I wanted to smile but I couldn't.

He looked at me and said, "You're doing good. You can keep walking if you want." I nodded and took some more steps.

Error followed me to make sure I wouldn't trip over my own feet. Once we got into the living room, I sat down.

I see Error smiling at me. I smiled back, a fake smile. "I'm so glad your legs are healing up," Error said, sounding happy.

I nodded then said, in a fake happy tone, "Yeah, me too." He walked away to do something.

I probably should just get this pain over with because I feel like I can't go on any longer. I know he's probably faking his kindness to me.

I have a couple of plans. One, I'm going to try and hang myself, if that doesn't work then, two, I'm going to get a knife from the kitchen, cut my bones up making a lot of blood drip then stabbing my soul.

The other plan should kill me but who knows if it'll fail.

I looked around at my surroundings and didn't see Error. I stood up and walked to the stairs. I walked up them, gripping the railing as I went up.