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Nightmare seemed tensed. He never really answered a voice coming out of nowhere..
He began to think this was all a trap and Dream is behind it.
"Uhh.. Sure?" Nightmare said, not really able to answer.
(I mean his Cross was kinda g a y-)
Nightmare received a toy cow.
Nightmare didn't do anything about it and began to chant in his mind.
'..IF YOUR BEHIND THIS BIRD BOY I SWEAR I'LL PLAY MY VIOLIN AS SOON I CAN GET MY HANDS ON THEM..'
Nightmare began to snap back to reality and he made sure that his guard is up at all times.
"You voices would do that for me..?" Error said, no voice ever told him that they will protect him.
Error looked at the EPPS, he started quietly crying, hoping no one will notice.
He stopped after a few seconds, no one did see him, but he feels safe for once in his life.. besides with the crew..
'I wonder what they are doing now..' Error thought.
Error shook his head to dismiss the thought, he doesn't want to cry again.
"BROOMIE!!!" Ink shouted when he got his brush which went into a smaller size to strap on his back. He happily hugged and kissed his brush until he remembered there was people in the room.
Everyone was looking at Ink with a weird look.
"What..?" Ink looked at them.
"Who told you that..?" Ink answered the voice.
"I dOn'T!" Ink defended himself.
"Don't worry broomie, I still love you." Ink whispered to his brush.
"Hand over the chocolates." PJ said while looking at Cross and Error.
"Nope!" Error leaped across the room with the chocolates using his strings and he also tied up Cross to save him too.
"YES! IT STILL WORKS!" Error shouted.
Cross just stares at air..
Strings are kind of a trauma to him..
He lost his soul because of it last time.
PJ just stood there with his mouth wide open.
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PJ's Daycare: The Accident
Fanfiction(VOICES CLOSED!!!) An accident happened to the children in PJ's Daycare while having a field trip. (Not their fault though, some drunk man decided to drive.) No one got hurt, but the kids remember something.. Not just their memory... But their Past...