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The town of Hopes and Dreams

Nightmare smiled and nodded to his partner as Killer left the hallway.
Nightmare had always enjoyed tormenting the locals of Dreamtale for fun when he used to visit his mother regularly, be it by pretending to be their loved ones and scaring them, or making scary sounds in the woods. It was always a rush of serotonin to hear the children screaming in fear.
The king smiled at the lingering thought before walking up the stairs and going to the kitchen slowly, at his own pace. He had to get ready to make something for the two who had been training.
Horror sat on the couch, looking at the ceiling and steadying his breathing as he rested his arms on the top of the couch.
Error stood on one of the ceiling beams above, resting slightly like the literal spider he was as he watched the king grab some things out from the fridge to start making food for the subordinates. His gaze was lined with curiosity as questions flooded his skull, but soon, his curiosity turned to gratefulness.

Killer quickly got ready in his room, slipping his leather jacket onto his arms, the soft fur inside tickling his marrow as the fabric passed over. He huffed before he looked into the mirror in his closet from under his fluffy hood, his gaze one of scrutiny, one of his many lingering mistakes.
He let his hood fall from his skull, letting him completely look at his empty eye sockets without the shade to hide his face from the world. Few thoughts invaded his skull, only a few in quick succession, only to be shooed away like a lingering nat.
Did he regret his choices? Maybe.
Did he wish he hadn't made those decisions? No, because he wouldn't be here.
Killer's eye sockets narrowed at his reflection like it was judging him. Making the court ruling.
Did he still feel guilty? Maybe.
He smiled his usual cocky grin, this was foolish. Killer was unsure why he felt so sentimental today, maybe going out would get his mind off these past demons.

One of Nightmare's tentacles snuck up to the ceiling and grabbed Error, much to the glitch's disliking, placing him down on the ground gently. "I'm not having you break your skull open, thanks." Nightmare said as he turned around, placing scrambled eggs on two plates.
Nightmare looked at the slightly annoyed Error, watching the glitch's eye light roll before he noticed a cut on his cheek bone. He was quiet for a moment, his gaze gentle on his subordinate as he stopped all he was doing. "... Do you mind if I touch you for a moment?" Nightmare asked his subordinate as he approached him further, his movements slow to not scare him. It was like the king was approaching a scared animal.
Error crossed his arms over his chest and looked the king up and down with a suspicious gaze before slowly nodding, looking away slightly.
The king smiled gently as he placed a hand on Error's cheek bone, purple and cyan emanating from his palm with the magic that expelled from his touch. Error could feel the bone mending under the gentle magic swirling about the marrow. It was like being a small bird held by rough, yet comfortably warm hands in a cold world.

Nightmare examined the bone after a few moments, giving a hum before looking to Horror on the couch, as well as his newest subordinate. His voice was calm, "You two need energy and rest, Killer and I will be out for supplies." Nightmare saw Horror perk up at this statement, fear pricking at his red gaze. "You can get supplies next time, Killer and I just want to get other ingredients that your farm boy doesn't have." Nightmare elaborated as he crossed his arms over his chest.
Horror huffed a heavy breath of relief as he got up, heading into the kitchen. He was honestly pretty glad he was still able to see his boyfriend, that much was apparent to anyone around. He examined the food Nightmare had quickly prepared. Scrambled eggs were always good.
Horror took one of the plates and brought it back to the couch, sitting down and eating haphazardly as per usual when he got food.
Error just laid on the floor, Accepting his fate in not being allowed on the ceiling, but planning to go back onto the beams once they left.