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Stomach

Y/N'S POV:

It had been a while, I guess.
My body was bracing itself the entire time, not once did I relax.

The place was eerily silent, not a creak, not a crack, my ears had began to ring. I have never been to a place so quiet, it was different, very. It almost felt unreal, like I was drifting off somewhere new, I was not in that chair.

I was drifting off into an endless darkness, devoid of color. There was no sound, no anything, I couldn't even see my hands when I looked down. It was cold there, very cold, so cold I could feel what was left of my physical parts shiver and the knot in my stomach grow tighter, it caused pain, like an ache in my chest, like I wasn't breathing. I knew it was all in my head, but it felt real, frighteningly real, it hurt me.

I was so focused on protecting myself, being ready for any sort of impact. But nothing came.
I had tuned out every other sense I had, my sense of smell was gone, my sense of touch was gone, my sense of taste was gone. It was just hearing and watching. Waiting.

But nobody came.

I started regaining my sense of touch soon, and I could feel my stomach again, and then I realized how hungry I really was. They said I would eat, but when? It had clearly been a long while. I looked around the room cautiously. Hopefully food will come soon.

Nightmare's POV:

Their hungry already.

I'm not feeding them. Their hunger is refreshing, not to mention the other emotions they seem to be handling at the moment. How amusing...

I will feed them once it gets to serious. For now, I can lay back and relax.

Error was not happy with me once he rebooted. He called me a "Goopy, burnt, overcooked octopus".

Tch.

Broken windows Vista... I do not need to listen to that petty, little brat's opinion.

Though, I found his annoyance quite funny, he left almost immediately after, probably going to watch his dumb show..."Undernovela", or something as the such.

Error's POV:

Dumb octopus...He knows I have Haphephobia!
Not that he cares, though... "I dOnT cArE, YouR fEAr iS rEfrEsHinG.": As he once said

Sometimes I wonder if I could overthrow Nightmare somehow.
Its dumb, but I think about it sometimes.

...
Regarding that human earlier...
I dont think anything good is gonna come out of it at all.

Nightmare will get stronger because of their negativity, the MTT will most likely try to kill the human multiple times and will hate every second of their time watching them and all that, Cross is gonna be exhausted by the amount HE'S gonna have to do because the MTT will be busy getting beat up by Nightmare for attempting to murder them, and I'M...

...Uh.

Actually, nevermind, this might be fun to watch.

3rd person POV:

Murder has been laying on the floor for a while now. We all know what hes thinking about.
Why a human? He thought, as his history with humans was not pretty at all.

He had grown to believe that humans are disgusting, vile, creatures with no hope for redemption.
(Well, technically, yes. This is true, but let's all pretend for the sake of the story that its not.)

Which is why he was angrier than ever now.

None of the other MTT had good views on humans, either. But Murder had been so torn apart by them that he had to lay on the hallway floors, laughing to himself a chilling, quiet laughter to stop himself from walking downstairs into the dungeon and tearing Y/N into thousands of pieces.

Horror came walking up the stairs, standing in the hallway where Murder was.

"Murder, its been half an hour, I get it, I'm also not okay, but I recommend you don't sit here for much longer, you're gonna have back problems tomorrow with the way your laying."

It was true, Murder was in a very uncomfortable-looking position.
His legs were on the wall and his neck was twisted upwards with his hands over his head, clenching his hood unreasonably tight.

"Horror, go away." He simply put in a breathy voice, his words surrounded with giggles.

"Yeah, whatever. Don't come complaining when you're spine is in agony the next morning." Horror rolled his eyes and walked down the stairs.

Look, I'm the narrator, so I'm not really supposed to interact with the story, but I think I agree with Error: Nothing good is gonna come out of this.

(Sorry for how long this took, I've been lacking motivation lately.)