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A past of panic

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Mischief dropped his cards out of surprise with the sudden loud noise filling his skull. "wHandnanakek-" Mischief exclaimed in surprise before grumbling out of annoyance, leaning down to pick up his cards from under the table.
"You look like you just saw death himself." Reaper laughed, resting his head on his hand, looking at Mischief looking around for his cards under and on the table.
Error stirred slightly, but made no move to wake up from his slumber.

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Mischief got up from under the table and glared the most he could at the slumbering skeleton across from him. He was so close to jumping over the table at Error and waking him up so that the askers could shut up for at least five seconds.
Mischief decided to let Masky front for him, his mask turning to the smile with two X's when he got his hand organized again. "I'm gonna get a migraine..." Masky grumbled.
"Aw, I suggest you don't die, I'd rather not reap your soul of all monsters'." Reaper said simply as he looked at his own cards, taking count of his numbers and top cards.
Error stirred again and his body seemed to tense up, he seemed almost scared of the voices. Or maybe a nightmare?

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Masky gripped at his hood, getting ready to start punching his head to get the voices to shut up for once, his 'eyes' narrowing slightly as he glared at the two lovebirds. How deep of a sleeper was this guy??
Error's eye sockets shot open as he sat up straight, his eyes filled with fear and panic as he awoke from a strange nightmare about a fight. He didn't remember it, nor did he know anything about it, but he did know one thing, Gods it hurt.. "Whashappeningwhereami-" He asked quickly, looking around, clearly frightened from the pain that had shot through him not a moment before.

WE DID IT

Ink jumped a bit, near falling over before hugging the life out of Error, trying to ya know, not fall and bust his skull open in his half asleep state. "WoAh- KaLm-" Ink didn't really seem to care much about or just didn't notice Error's panic, he just was just a smidge annoyed his living pillow moved.
Reaper seemed actually quite concerned for the destroyer's sudden outburst, him putting down his cards as his empty eye sockets filled with sympathy. "Calm down, are you alright?" Reaper asked Error, a bit of worry lining his tone as he looked at the destroyer of worlds across from him, eye sockets drooped in worry.
Masky was about to cry tears of joy as the voice's screeching ended, his head falling like a weight on the table in front of him with a small bang of the hollow wood.

Error moved slightly out of Inks hold and stood, his hands shaking as he looked around himself fearfully. "I-I'll-... I'll be right back." He spoke quickly after a small choke of his words, his words stuttering unusually as he walked swiftly away to the bathroom, his hands went up to his head as he muttered gibberish, mainly the glitchy sounds he usually did. Dial ups and the like.
Ink pouted as he was sat down beside where Error was sitting. Ink seemed a bit concerned but didn't get up to help, slouching down in his seat instead.

Masky looked at Ink with a 'bishwhat' look as Reaper got up from beside him, causing the masked fellow to look up at the god of death, seeing the back of the black cloak, the wisps whipping about.
"I'll be back in a moment." Reaper said softly as he walked swiftly to the public bathroom that Error had walked into.

The god of death breathed in deeply as he opened the door slowly as to not scare him too much with any sudden movements or noises.
'This is gonna be difficult as we aren't in a place where I can touch people...' Reaper thought before sighing, him closing the door behind him as he looked down to the overly glitchy fellow on the floor. "Do you... Want to talk about it?" Reaper's voice was tired but soft, had its own charm to it as he tried to smile at the seemingly small destroyer of worlds.

Error sat back against the porcelain wall beside a sink as he brought his hands to the sides of his head, his eye sockets were open and wide, staring at the taller skeleton ahead of him, even if they were clouded with error signs. He shook his head, not being able to speak words that weren't error sounds at the moment. He was ashamed of the navy blue tears falling from his eyes, he was ashamed of the ways his hands were shaking.
Error nodded towards the door Reaper came in from, wanting Reaper to leave, as much as he didn't want to be alone in these moments, he didn't want to anyone to see him and take pity on his state of panic and fear.

Reaper's black and empty sockets looked at Error with a small amount of pain, he was never good at this. "I'm sorry I can't help much given I can't give you hugs or anything of that sort, but I'm here if you wish to talk." Reaper said as he sat in front of Error, trying to think of something to help as he sat down on his knees, his hands resting on his femurs gently.
Usually someone he once knew would help in situations like these, being surprisingly good at comforting people, though now that that person was gone, it was his job to try and help like how that fellow did.

The silence was deafening for the few moments it lasted, that was before the tired voice of death cut the silence like a jagged knife. "It's okay to cry." Reaper spoke softly, trying to calm down the skeleton in some way that mattered.
Error took a long deep breath, his voice came out shaking and he struggled with what words he was going to say, small beeps in between each vowel. "I-I get flashbacks, from I-I don't know when or how or w-when they happened-" He choked out the words through small sobs as his eye sockets started to clear up a bit to reveal his small eye lights. The tears seemed to be caught by his eye bags, making the underneath of his eye sockets a marine blue.

Reaper was silent in an understanding listening. Reaper really didn't want to pry where he wasn't involved, but he wanted to help in some way.
"It's j-just flashes of people that I-I think I used to know but I can't r-remember them." Error said, staring at the roof to help in gulping down deep breathes into his ribcage. He held his knees close to his chest, his eye sockets closed as tears fell from his eye sockets.
The fear of not knowing these people, not recognizing familiar faces was utterly terrifying to him. Who were these people? Who was that? Who was he?

Reaper nodded simply after a few seconds, his voice was uncertain, however caring. "I know I can't comfort you, and I do a horrible job at it, but..." Reaper untied his cloak at the waist, taking it off carefully to reveal a white sweater and some basketball shorts, "Maybe this can feel like a hug?" Reaper handed Error the cloak, trying not to actually touch Error.
The cloak itself was wispy like fire but felt like polyester, a comfy thing to wear all day for the god of death, however hot it would get.
Error nodded slowly, feeling the absence of his jacket, which Ink still had in the other room. The Glitchy fellow grabbed the cloak slowly and slipped it around his shoulders tying the rope in the front, he nodded his thanks simply at the god. "I-I...... Can I be alone for a little bit?" He asked, almost sheepishly as he buried his head into the jacket, feeling the rope and gaster blaster pendant that lied loose around his neck with a hand.

Reaper nodded simply, blushing a small amount of dull blue at the smaller skeleton. He didn't fully understand it, but the glitch was surprisingly cute. "Don't let this be the death of you while I'm gone." Reaper said as he got up, he may have made a pun, but he seemed caring, his words carefully picked. The god of death summoned his coffee mug out of a portal, taking his leave slowly, shooting Error one more glance before fully leaving.
Once he got back to the table, Mischief was there, and ready to make as many "18+" jokes as possible.

Error closed his eyes and breathed deeply, staying there on the floor for a couple minutes before collecting himself and standing, he looked in the mirror, examining the cloak. It smelt like coffee and felt soft as a child's plush toy.
The glitch removed the cloak, folding the cloak over his hands and walking out of the bathroom simply, shaken but better.
Ink sighed, he felt bad for being so complient but eh, he didn't know how to help his friend. "Heya Error! How ya doing?" Ink asked happily as he tilted his head to Error, energetic smile prominent on his face as he shook his hands about close to his chest.
Reaper was chilling, he had lightly scolded Ink for not going to help Error before sitting downs He decided to stay quiet as Error sat down with them, hoping silently to not disturb him.
Mischief was still teasing Reaper about helping out Error, his head placed neatly on his hands. "And I thought I was the lady's man~"
"I was only being nice- it's not like that." Reaper hissed to Mischief so he would shut his trap.
"Whatever you say, lover boy."