~𝕹𝖎𝖌𝖍𝖙𝖒𝖆𝖗𝖊'𝖘 𝕾𝖊𝖈𝖗𝖊𝖙 𝕻𝖆𝖘𝖙~

Chapter 3: Meeting the kids

 "Oh K, what are you doing here?" Killer heard from behind him. He turned around and saw Error approaching him. "Well, I kinda got in trouble with Nightmare and my punishment is to help you watch those rascals all weekend long. He said I can go back Monday morning." Killer explained, crossing his arms. Error hummed and nodded, "Oh, well alright. Here. Take my hand and I'll teleport you to my house. Lets just hope they didn't burn it down by now." Error said, holding out his hand. "You have a house?" "Yea, just a little something for when I gotta babysit."

Error teleported them in front of a small but cozy looking house. "Oo, this place is cute. How'd this get here?" Killer asked. "Oh, it's in Dusts au. Since everyone, you know, died, I just took some rando's house. I had to fix it up but... yea." Error explained. They heard faint yelling from the inside of the house. "Alright, guess I oughta go calm them down. Let's go." Error explained, walking into the house. Killer followed.

As soon as they walked in, Killer spotted all 4. One was sitting on the couch in the living room, reading a book, two of them were sitting on the ground, arguing over who got the white paint, and one of them was drawing something in some sort of sketch book. "Oh for heaven's sake." Error groaned, rubbing his temples. "Well, they all have some sort of artistic touch, don't they?" Killer commented, noticing all their clothes and piles of drawings laying on the coffee table. "Yea, even though most of them are technically mine, they all got Inks... artsy-ness." Error said.

"Alright, you two, SHUT UP!" Error yelled at the two fighting on the ground. "But Error, Blue stole my white paint. I was clearly using it and he took it right out of my hand." The one it white clothes complained. "Hey, you've been hogging it. I've literally only gotten to use the purple." The other one said. "Who is that weirdo and why is he here?" The one who was drawing said, not looking up from his book.

"Guys, this is Killer Sans, my friend. He's going to be helping me take care of you 4 this weekend." Error introduced. "Killer this is Palette, Pj (paperjam), Blueprint (blue), and Gradient." He said, pointing to the skeletons as he spoke. "Oh hi, new friend." The one known as Palette jumped up and said, greeting him. "Um, hi?" Killer responded. Gradient finally looked up from his drawing. "Hello." He said before looking back. "Wow, you couldn't take care of us on your own so you called your friend?" Pj chuckled, looking up. "No, he just volunteered to come help." Error said. Killer shot him a look of gratitude then looked back.

"... If you say so." Error grumbled and looked at them. "Ima get our new guest acquainted. You 4 stay out of trouble. You don't want me to leave Ink a bad review, do you?" Error explained, grabbing Killer's hand and dragging him towards the kitchen. "Alright, now I'm curious, what happened that got you of all people in trouble?" Error asked. So Killer told him the story. Everything, even Dusts and Horrors punishment. "Well... I wonder why he chose to send you here? I find it hard to believe he cares about... these kids or my sanity if you get what I mean." Error chuckled. "No idea, but I'm glad I'm not cleaning the castle at least."
"So, when you got zapped with the thing... Did it hurt?" Error asked. Killer shook his head. "No, I'm not even sure what it was meant to do to be honest." Killer chuckled. "Well, if ANYTHING starts feeling off, let me know. That had to have done something." Error warned. Killer made a note of that and nodded. "Will do New Boss."

"Dad." They heard from the doorway. They looked over to see Gradient standing their, holding his sketch pad. "Yes Gradient?" error asked, kneeling down to his level. "Pj broke my sketchpad again. And this time I don't think it's fixable. How am I going to draw now?" He frowned holding out his Sketchpad to Error. He took it and examined it. "Yea, I don't think there's any fixing this. The screen's fully cracked and the buttons aren't working anymore. I'm sorry buddy, I know how much of a stress reliever this was for you." Error said, sadly. Gradient wiped the tears that were forming in his eyes.

"Oh no no no. Don't cry. I'm sure we'll think of some alternatives." Error said. Killer got an idea. "Is their a reason why you don't draw on paper?" He asked. Gradient nodded. "I don't like it. You can't get rid of mistakes and once you're done, there's nowhere to put it." He pouted as the tears kept rolling down. "Hm, well, you could try sketching with pencil until you get a new sketchpad. It's a pretty good place holder. I'm sure one of the others could lend you some paper and a pencil." Killer explained, wiping the tears from his face. "I s-suppose I could try that for now." He said, walking off. Error looked at him and chuckled. "And you said you weren't good with kids." "How did you know I said that?" "Night told me."

They both chuckled and walked back out. Palette was sitting next to Gradient and teaching him how to really use a pencil and sketch different shapes and stuff, Blue was laying down, presumably sleeping on the couch, and Pj was on his phone. "Alright you four, what do y'all want for lunch?" Error asked, crossing his arms. "Oh oh, chicken nuggies please." Palette squealed, jumping up and down. This seemed to awaken something in Killer. It was like... a memory.

"Dream, where are you?" someone asked. It appeared to be coming from whoevers body Killer was in. 'Where am I? What is going on?' Killer thought to himself. He could move or anything on his own. It truly was like a memory, but definitely not his. "Yes Nighty." He heard from someone that sounded like a mini Dream. 'Nighty? Dream? What is going on?' he thought to himself again. "I told you to stop calling me Nighty l, we're not 5 anymore and the villagers already pick on me enough as is. Anyway, what do you want for lunch?" The one who was being referred to as 'Nighty' spoke. "Sorry, Nightmare. Um, I guess chicken nuggets if we still have them." The other responded, this time sounding sadder. "It's alright brother, just please refrain from calling me that again. Lunch will be ready in 10." He heard before he blacked out again.

"Alright Killer, wanna help me make them?" Error asked, glancing at him. 'Did time not move at all?' he thought to himself while shaking his head. "Is it alright if I just lay down for a bit. I'm suddenly feeling really lightheaded. I'll help make dinner though if that's alright." Killer explained, rubbing his head. "Oh sure I guess. Blue, can you show him to the guest room please?" Error asked, glancing at the one known as Blueprint. "Of course." He said while grinning. "Come on new friend, come with me."