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Perhaps it would be just one bad dream.

Shoes crunched snow as the three exited the portal swiftly, their feet landing on the snow, making it to a Snowdin. Which one? Dream didn't know.
This place seemed like any other Snowdin but had more lights scattered about, actually, it was near blinding.
Dream couldn't help but look over to the main source of numb sorrow, Ink. Dream was an empath of sorts so he could feel the sadness completely radiating from the two skeletons beside him. This felt awful and wasn't helping at all, as he didn't want his friends to feel bad at all, nor did it make him feel any better.
What would they do now?

Dream felt his face contort in consideration as he eyed the snow below. He couldn't help, he knew that, but he wanted to try. So he might as well try the next best thing, trying to use his positivity aura. It'd been a long time since he had to amplify such ability. Normally he avoided it.
Dream outstretched his arms to Ink like he was holding all the positivity he was giving off in a neat ball, inviting and caring. "Hug it out?" Dream asked Ink carefully, smiling as best he could in this time of pain and fear. Ink, however, stood emotionless in the snow, hands clenched in a silent frustration as pain and sorrow radiated off of him like a virus, leeching the life out of the bright lights in the snow covered trees. Who knew something so lively could carry so much irony.
Grieving in a place so pointlessly kind.
It didn't make sense.
Ink felt the tears prick at his eye sockets with the lingering thoughts, feeling his gloves start to tear from the finger tips ripping into his palms before he landed in Dream's arms, almost unintentionally as his eye sockets poured with dull rainbows in a silent cry. His entire body was almost limp like that of a doll.
Dream smiled softly to the shorter fellow as he gave Ink a nice and gentle hug, rubbing circles into his best friend's back ribs gently. His touch was like feather tips on the artist's back bone as he spoke kind words of encouragement into his friend's small skull.
Part of Ink wished that when he opened his magic filled eye sockets again, it would be Error he was clinging to, Error whispering soft caring words into his skull, Error holding him in this warm brown sugar embrace. It was like a fucked up game played by fate, Deja vu coursing through every thought that ran through his head on repeat like some cursed show for an unending audience.

He felt many emotions.
But one was an unending anger.
Boiling rage.

Dream looked around from his friend's skull, spotting Reaper off to the side before surveying his surroundings. He was unsure of exactly where they were, they must be in one of the more unpopular universes if Dream couldn't mark exactly where.
The guardian of universes felt Ink's small hands let go of him, letting Dream get a good look at Ink. The little artist seemed mostly dead besides the tears that threatened to fall and the fact that he was still standing.
 Dream really wanted to help Reaper as well, but first, they should probably get a room at the hotel or some other place to stay, then they could talk in peace. There has to be a hotel in Snowdin, right?
The yellow outfitted skeleton walked to their entrance point and took his crown from the snow where it fell with a careful hand. Dream took a small second to survey the surroundings again as he looked around the forest clearing they were in. From the loud sounds, this place seemed to be bustling with monsters, maybe taking a route around the crowded area to the hotel would be useful?

.........
YO WE CAN TALK AGAIN
NEAELY ALL OF US WERE ON MUTE YOOOOOOOOO

The guardian went slightly ahead and spotted where the noise was coming from, a sea of monsters walking along the street. Dream narrowed his eye sockets as he tried to see past the crowd, spotting the neon lights at the entrance of the hotel. Seemed there was no other way around.
Dream walked back to the two mourners and smiled gently, "I've spotted the hotel, let's get a room and organize our thoughts, alright?" The guardian spoke carefully, trying his best to be a ray of light in this darkness.
The guardian of positivity watched Reaper keep himself from a sassy response, stopping himself with a bite of the tongue.
Ink stayed silent.
With a few crunches from his yellow boots, Dream made it to his friend and took Ink by the hand, smiling comfortingly before walking ahead, hoping Reaper to follow. Once they made it to the river of monsters, Dream led Ink through as best he could, squeezing through small gaps in the crowd.
Reaper watched the monsters pass. They had no idea what had occurred today, they didn't know the loss of balance in the multiverse that had just taken place only a few moments before. They could never know, they were just innocent bystanders. Reaper pushed aside these thoughts as his eye sockets narrowed further in tiredness, too numb to cry anymore as he floated up from the snow, moving past the crowd easily. He didn't want to accidently kill someone, no one else could be lost today.

With a crunch of snow, Reaper landed on the ground in front of the hotel as Dream near fell from the crowd, held up by Ink still tight on his hand. The guardian of positivity looked to the two with concern but smiled anyways, squeezing Ink's hand for mainly his own comfort. "Let's go in, I can pay for the room." Dream gave a soft smile to Reaper, trying to lighten death's deathly mood in some way, though it didn't seem to be working, leaving Dream to force a smile out of concern and worry.
With the ding of a bell, the trio walked into the establishment, Dream leading them. The guardian of positivity talked to the bunny lady at the front of the hotel for a few moments, acquiring a room key to room three and some directions. "Thank you, miss! Have a lovely day." Dream smiled warmly to her before he walked up the stairs with Ink and Reaper following close behind. They had both not dared to make a sound through the entire interaction.
Ink fought a silent war in his head, working on autopilot. He wanted to make light of this situation, now he wouldn't have to fight the destroyer all the time, or stop Aus from being destroyed. But something in him made him feel wrong about these senseless, two dimensional goods. This wasn't good, not at all.

Dream led the group to the room, the trio's shoes tapping along the wood floor as the scent of linen hit him like a brick as he opened the door to the room.
Each situated themselves most comfortably, awkward tension sinking into the air like quicksand as they all sat in random places around the room that fit their liking. Dream sat on the side of the bed, Ink lied down beside Dream, and Reaper sat on a soft cushioned chair by a window.
Reaper leaned back and looked up, he really wanted to hit himself over the head right now, he couldn't do anything to help Error or remedy the situation, it just reminded him how weak the god of death really was. Reaper just sighed as he looked to the side at a flower in a brown clay pot. The god reached to it carefully after a few moments as he tried to pick it from it's neat soil, but it quickly withered away with an awful crumbling sound and died as soon as he touched the once bright green stem. Reaper couldn't help but let out a groan of irritation as he looked back to the ceiling, his eye sockets clouded with pain in their void like gaze.
Dream decided quickly to go around Ink and to the corner the bed was in, just sitting there instead so he wouldn't be in the way of Ink's vision of the room. Though it seemed Ink was just staring at the ceiling, unknown thoughts racing through his impenetrable skull.
 There wasn't really much to do since the silence was so loud, only the ticking of a clock echoing around the room, leaving everyone with their own thoughts and feelings on the matter.