Tales From the Orchard

'Til the end of the line

A/N:Oh hello there! Enough people were curious about some of the stuff that happens after CTA, so I decided to make some stories about it! The first one, being requested by a good friend, is to see the Bad Apple End from the boys' and Error's POV. Since I'm feeling very unalive-y today, figured it's the perfect time for this.

TW for Suicide, Suicide pacts, death, etc.

Enjoy(?)

Error stared into his full mug, unable to stomach the idea of drinking anything.

Dream hadn't come back down yet and Error was beginning to worry even more than before. He knew Dream was their absolute last chance to find a way through to Nightmare.

"Yeah," Error muttered, answering Killer's lingering question. "It was never about him." He agreed in a quiet murmur. The group all looked between one another before glancing at the destroyer with obvious pity. They weren't blind, after all. They knew while all of their bonds were familial to Nightmare, Error's ran much deeper than that.

"Yeah... thought so." Killer replied back quietly, hands tightening on his mug. "I hate that... I wish he would have come to us. Why did he have to be so fucking proud? Fuck..." He hissed softly as he tried to get ahold of himself. None of them were doing well, and the longer Dream was up there, the more anxious they all became.

Suddenly, the manor became cold.

Suddenly, all of them felt the absence of Nightmare's magic within them.

Error stood up abruptly, eyes wide and body pixelating rapidly. "I...his magic..." He breathed quietly, all the others beginning to panic as well at the weakened feelings in their soul. "What the fuck...?" He clenched his fist to his chest, breaths coming uneven and rapid.

"Wait, Error! What's happening?! Error-!" Cross swore as the god disappeared into a glitching portal, able to sense his intense distress and grief. That only served to flare more panic in the group.

Error stumbled into the vast white void, trembling as he looked around wildly. He managed to rip open a viewing portal for himself, gazing into the room he had left Dream to speak with Nightmare.

They were both lying on Nightmare's bed, staring at one another with rapidly draining life.

"I'm...really... tired."

Error's soul was pounding as he listened to Nightmare's weak words. He couldn't believe it, he didn't want to believe it. Error hadn't taken this into account. When he sent Dream to convince Nightmare, he hadn't even thought about the possibility of Nightmare convincing Dream.

"Sorry... yours is... more painful."

Error clenched the front of his shirt tightly. "They're gonna do it... they're really..." He whispered softly, tears mixing with the threads of blue down his face. "Stars... it's too late." The realization sent shockwaves of nausea throughout his entire body. He could see Nightmare's skull was already crumbling a bit while Dream was half curled up and gasping in pain. Error felt numb watching the scene, realizing he was watching their final moments.