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Star boy rescue mission (intermission?)

Error hummed in response to Ink, "It was just a nightmare." He said simply, not giving many more details as he placed the wispy cloak in his lap. "It was worse this time than usual but I survived."
Mischief looked at Reaper with a smug look to his mask, the expression seemed contorted with a sense of mischief. Reaper sipped his coffee with a silent: 'no' to the masked skeleton.
Ink didn't really know how to feel about Error's words. Ink barely understood emotions and lacked any comforting experience, so he just sat there, blinking, his eye lights cycling through their colors as he looked at Error expectantly for something, anything.

Finally, Error rolled his eye lights, pressing down on the bridge to his nose as he placed a hand on the table. "We need to find Dream." Error said with a huff, looking at the other three, finally getting to the point. "As much as I don't like him, we should probably save him before he gets killed."
Ink seemed to finally understand words again. "Oh yeah I kinda forgot about him lol." Ink scratched back of his head and stuck his tongue out a little, not realizing his use of the online slang.
Mischief pointed to Ink, laying his other arm on the table as he turned his attention away from Reaper, his mask expression lined with confusion. "Uhhhh, should those colors be faded?" Mischief pointed out to Ink's tongue curiously. Seemed he was correct, the colors were a bit dull.
"Oh yeah! Thanks for the reminder, I should probably refuel." Ink laughed a bit as he took some of the vials out of his strap and started drinking out of them, eye balling it.

"So, how are we going to get into the castle?" Error said, placing his hands in his lap, holding them in each other like a silent prayer, gripping the other hand tightly as he tried to control the panic that had only loosened its tight grip on his soul.
Mischief shrugged, "I'm bad at ideas." Mischief said simply, leaning back into the booth cushion, his hands behind his head as he crossed his legs.
Reaper decided to chime in as well. "I'm only able to teleport to places with any recent deaths, so if we can get there through me, you'd probably find a very dead star boy." Reaper laughed silently out of concern. His expression was he soft, like that of a fluffy cat.
Ink was mainly looking to the other two for ideas so he just kinda looked back to Error and shrugged.

"Ink, didn't you teleport to Nightmare once? And he like kicked you out?" Error suggested, thinking up a small idea like the flicker of a light.
Ink looked at Error simply, narrowing his eye sockets at the unpleasant memory. "That was an unpleasant experience for both of us, I didn't want to see Nightmare in a pink, limited edition, 'I-love-lucy' apron making scrambled eggs." Ink recalled simply, Nightmare having near murdered him. The small creative skeleton had left in the nick of time through a new portal so by luck he could be here today.
"Yeah, but it could be our best bet." Error said, shrugging, a small bit of confusion in his glitchy gaze at the specificness.

Ink narrowed his eye sockets simply. "N o -" Ink said in response, smiling nervously, one of his eye lights turning to a red target and the other a purple diamond. He put his hands together, finger length to finger length and motioning it forward like he was pointing at Error as he spoke.
"How else are we supposed to get there then?" Error reasoned, gripping his hands tighter, his gaze narrowed at Ink simply before hearing the masked fellow pipe up, catching his attention.
Mischief looked up slightly, Masky taking over with the black paint moving around to make his distinct face. "How do you think I got there in the first place." Masky spoke in retort, putting a hand up like a student in a class.

Error huffed out a fast breath, a look of astonishment on his face. "I'm sorry, we just got you back from being quite literally kidnapped and you want to go back?"
Masky sighed simply in response, exhibiting little movement. "If Dream dies, then this multiverse will have more problems than just you and Nightmare." Masky said simply as he leaned against the window they sat by, putting his hands down to his sides, gloved palms on the seat. "And my job is to prevent that from happening." He said simply, looking at Error and Ink, being surprisingly vague.
"Fine, but if you get kidnapped again, I am not going to risk my life to save you." Error said sternly, sighing as he looked towards the window, crossing his arms and narrowing his eyes sternly. "When do we leave?"