The Tortured Souls

A Visitor

The members of the Bad Sanses were gathered in the kitchen tired and slightly cranky. Horror was currently cooking up a breakfast pie for his team while Killer was behind him preparing Nightmare's first cup of coffee for the day. Nightmare had already gone out, but Killer knew he'd be back soon. After all Nightmare never slept, and instead ran on coffee similarly to Reaper and Dream.  

Cross was sitting on a stool simply looking out the back door's window. He was completely zoned out, as he often was, and he looked irritated.  Error had stopped by too, and was currently complaining to Dust how Nightmare was never around when he wanted him, and Dust looked pissed off that he had to sit though Error's complaints. 

Dust threw his head back and laughed, "Do you ever shut up!?" he asked rhetorically.  Error stared at him is disbelief before scoffing.
"𝕐@'𐌊𝛈ⵙ🆆     j𝓊يţ   ᕹᕦᏣ@𝓊يᕦ   𝕪ⵙ𝓊𝙧   Ň𝖏𝓰ⱨţ'ي   يŀ@✓ᕦ  ᵭⵙᕦي𝛈'ţ  𝓶ᕦ@𝛈  ꕯ    🆆ⵙ𝛈ţ ᵭᕦيţ𝙧ⵙ𝕪    𝕪ⵙ𝓊,   𝕪ⵙ𝓊    🆆@يţᕦ   ⵙ⨏ يᵱ@Ꮳᕦ." Error threatened as he pulled his strings from his sockets. Though luckily for Dust at that moment Nightmare walked in and everything went silent. The skeleton was intimidating just to be near. He looked terrifying and his negative aura just left dread everywhere it went. Most living beings would be scared or discouraged by Nightmares presence, but the other skeletons in the room admired or felt safe in the presence of his aura. To them Nightmare's presence felt like home.

Killer turned around and handed Nightmare his coffee. The black skeleton smirked and sipped it slowly. His smirk turned to a frown as he turned to face Error and Dust. Dust was looking away hoping Night would spare him, and Error had put away his strings at this point and instead looked up at Nightmare. Error looked tough on the outside, but Nightmare could sense that he was instead tense. 
"Oh Ruru~," Error growled at the nickname given to him by Ink. He hated the name almost as much as he hated Ink, and Nightmare knew that, "you come to my palace and threaten one of those under my care~?...how...rude." 

Error scoffed and glanced away. Nightmare had a way of bending negativity to his will, and right now Error was feeling that power first hand. He didn't feel guilty about the threat, yet embarrassment was creeping up his face in the form of a light yellow blush. Nightmare chuckled and put his hand under Dust's chin forcing Dust to look Night in the eyes, "and you. Don't you EVER disrespect one of our allies again. Got it.?"

Dust quivered and nodded, so with that Nightmare softly pushed him away and returned to his coffee. Killer and Horror quietly snickered at the two, and the other skeletons gave Horror and Killer the 'your so dead later' look. It took a bit, but eventually everyone fully woke up and began to chat in a friendlier matter. Cross was chatting with Killer and Dust while Nightmare had engaged in the conversation Error had came for. Meanwhile Horror was finishing the pie with some bacon on the top. When it was finished he carefully cut it equally for everyone, and only Error denied his slice. Error was extremally picky, and only ate chocolate.

Little did the rest of the team know it was because he never ate ANYTHING else, and that's because new things made him nervous. Like touch for example, only three people to date could touch Error without him crashing. Nightmare, who could only do slight touching, Reaper who could do most things, just no hugging, and Ink used to be able to do anything he wanted, now he only could in battles like everyone else. Error sighed and turned back to Nightmare, who was sipping his coffee and trying his first bite of pie. Nodding in acceptance after seemingly enjoying the taste, causing Horror to sigh in relief.

Error smiled, "ꕷⵙ   Ň𝖏𝓰ⱨţ𝓶@𝙧ᕦ...🆆ⱨ@ţ   ᵭⵙ   𝕪ⵙ𝓊   ţⱨ𝖏𝛈𐌊   ⵙ⨏   𝓶𝕪   @ţţ@Ꮳ𐌊   ᵱŀ@𝛈?" he had worked hard on it and he was hoping the plan could fish the Star Sanses Base out of hiding.  Not to mention it would be one less Star to deal with.