Errormare Oneshots

Sick Day

Requested by: AyasArt

Error was sleeping in his room at Nightmare's mansion. But he wasn't doing so great today. In fact, he was currently having a fever-induced nightmare. Everything was distorted and painful, all his senses numbed yet overloaded.

They drowned him, pierced his soul, picked him apart, immobilized him, drugged him into deliriousness, tried to kill him, stabbed him, laughed at him as he sobbed, betrayed him, electrocuted him, chained him up, HANDS ALL OVER HIS BODY, PAIN EVERYWHERE, LEFT HIM TO ROT ALONE WHILE HE SCREAMED-

"Error! Error wake up, it's okay!! Please!"

The world went silent as his vision blurred. It felt like he was finally swimming to shore. But... who...?

"Breathe, take steady breaths..."

There was ragged heavy breathing. It was his. The soothing voice told him to breathe, so he inhaled and exhaled. He didn't feel much better. Can he even breathe?

"There..."

His eyes opened fully, and locked eyelights with the one and only...

"ń...ńĪgHtmÃrÉ...?"

Said tarry skeleton looked incredibly concerned, standing over him. Was his voice always this messed up?

"Shhh... don't speak yet."

Error shut up, the only sounds being his static, glitchy beeps and whirring machine noises. Why was his body so noisy today?

Nightmare took a closer look at Error. He felt his forehead. He quickly pulled it back.

"Ah, you're burning up!"

Error only groaned in response. Nightmare quickly left to grab a bunch of supplies for Error, but a few moments was all it took for Error to begin panicking again.

"ń-ñØ... dÒń'T łËâVe mÉ-ē-È, pŁêÚÊ!!"

Nightmare was by his side in an instant, sitting next to him on the bed. Nightmare gathered Error's hands in his, rubbing his thumbs in circles over his. He was mindful of Error's haphephobia.

"I'm here."

Error untensed his body, relaxing. Nightmare managed to grab a few things at least. Nightmare took Error's temperature. He had a high fever. Nightmare gently placed an icepack on his skull, and adjusted Error's pillows.

Error groaned, his head throbbing and pounding.

"Oh yeah, painkillers exist. Here."

He had Error drink a glass of water and a pill. Error slowly felt better, but not 100%. He let out a small noise, his body feeling like it was churning and snapping.

"You should get some sleep."

Error was too tired to argue, and he drifted off into a dreamless sleep. Nightmare took away anything unpleasant that came to plague his sleep with traumatic memories or scenarios.

As Error slept he cooked soup, monitored him, prepared medicine and cleaned up his room a bit.

When Error woke up he was by his side immediately. He had Error eat soup, and Error ate half a bowl. Then it was time to give him medicine.

Nightmare put the spoon to his mouth, and Error turned his skull away, scrunching up his nose.

"Error. You're drinking this."

"nO!"

Nightmare argued with Error, who was acting like a stubborn kid. Nightmare eventually got him to drink it, and by that I mean Nightmare literally forced it down his throat.

Error was angry at him, and he bitch slapped Nightmare. Nightmare got pissed off, but magically resisted the urge to strangle the little shit.

Finally Error fell back asleep, and Nightmare was relieved.

The next day, Error was better. And then Nightmare choked Error with a tentacle. Error and Nightmare beat each other up, and Ink and Dream came out of nowhere and grounded them.

Literally.

They shoved them into the ground, only their heads sticking out. And they were facing each other.

Then they insulted each other, and made out hours later.

March 31, 2021 at 11:40 a.m