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A new home

So sorry for the missed updates, trying my best to not be scatter brained and lose track ^^"
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"I can get it myself, I'll just use my strings." Error said, flexing said blue strings from his eye socket.
His strings could be used like stitches if he had human skin, but also helped to hold his bones together long enough for them to fuse back together and heal fully. "You're lucky you got a handshake."
Nightmare gave a shrug, closing his eye socket as he placed his hands in his jacket pockets. "Well, I've done too much healing today, glad we could patch things up." Nightmare made the stitching pun as he opened his showing eye socket to look at Error for a reaction.
Being around sanses often caused him to basically absorb their humor.

"No just..... No." Error said shaking his head, resisting a laugh at the terrible pun with a few small snickers.
After not being around other sanses for a long time, it had made him much more susceptible to laughing at the terrible puns the others had made. ".... So are we just going to stay out here or...? I should stitch this up before it gets worse."
Nightmare nodded calmly. "Yes, let's head inside, I'm sure the little 'dream crew' is leaving right about now." Nightmare said simply as he went to the back door, opening it and holding it open for Error, he was a gentleman after all.

Error walked through the door and began to notice the pain still deep in his chest, He sucked in a quick breath and placed a hand on the wall next to him to keep his balance as he grit his teeth. "You really had to go and stab me, didnt you?"
Nightmare entered after him, stopping beside him. "Well, stabbing is kind of our thing, I don't really have anything else besides fists and those tendrils." Nightmare shrugged as he waited for Error to catch his breath. Nightmare would pay thousands just to see the battle down stairs, but given that they were on the first floor and the good guys were in the basement, that wasn't a possibility.
"Well maybe you should invest in some different attacks," Error said, he heard shouting from down stairs and felt a sense of shame settle over him, he knew they were fighting and he felt the urge to help them but he took a deep breath and shut his eye sockets tight, the pain overwhelming his sadness and twinge of regret for now.

Nightmare glared at the noise before diverting his attention back to Error. "So, just to get out of the way, we have a guest room upstairs, it's the door that looks even slightly sane at the end of the hall." Nightmare said as they walked up the spiral stairs leading up to a second living room of sorts, leading off to two hallways, one to the right leading to a throne room and one in front having a few rooms in the left wall.
Error nodded, Walking slowly up the stairs, "Quick question: why so many stairs? Why not just one big 1 floor?" He asked, looking down over the railing, his soul skipping at the height.
"Well, I wanted my castle to be tall and menacing, there's more rooms in those spirals at the top, library, storage, the like." Nightmare moved his hand around a bit as he spoke, his other hand in his pocket.
Error looked at Nightmare judgingly, "But why? why so much stuff?" He was truly a minimalist in the highest regard.

Nightmare looked off into space as they made it to the top of the stairs. "No reason." Nightmare didn't like admitting to a hobby he had, specifically, he collecting antique items from the surface, it was all so interesting, the little trinkets and such that showed the wear over time.
Nightmare pointed to the right, "Over there is my throne room and bedroom, also the library and storage are there."
Nightmare then pointed forwards, "And there are the worker rooms." The goopy skeleton then stuffed his hands in his pockets as he finished with directions. "Try not to get lost, Error." Nightmare said simply as he walked back down stairs to check on his goons and help fix things in the training room. "Welcome to your new home."
Nightmare didn't trust him fully, but had bigger things to worry about.