The Cipher's secret (A Bill404 story) [TEMP HIATUS (again (sorry))]

The Part Where You D̶i̶e̶ Get Captured (please ignore the crossed out bit)

404 POV:

I was beginning to regret just leaving Bill like that, but, there wasn't anything I could do now. I walked up to my house in the anti-void, sticking out like a sore thumb in the endless white landscape of the domain, and walked inside, intending to get a jar of cookies to think this all over, sugar has always helped clear my head for some reason.

Instead, however, the moment I stepped into the living room, I collapsed onto the nearby couch and started crying. Bill and I had just gone through something similar to this not even a week before, at this point, we were meant to not keep secrets from each other, right? And yet, there he had gone again, keeping something massive and life changing from his best friend.

How I still l̶o̶v̶e̶d̶ ̶h̶i̶m̶ was willing to forgive him I don't know.

I guess he wasn't the only one keeping secrets though, so paint me hypocritical.

I stayed like that for a while, feeling like trash and just letting everything come out at once. It was far better than keeping it all bottled up anyway. Minutes, hours, days, months, years, eh, time eventually slipped away from me. It's a made up concept anyway. Not like you can really tell the time here anyway, we all just default to Underswap time.

Anyways, I'm getting off-topic. I eventually managed to sit up and wipe my eye-sockets dry, and my consciousness eventually drifted back into reality. The feeling of betrayal was still there, and it took a large amount of willpower to not just go to bed.

I instead tried to think of something else, anything else. So I thought about him. How I last saw him. How I last laughed with him. How I last hugged him. I thought about something else. Ifs and buts of what happened. Whether or not I could have prevented it. I thought about what it would be like to be with him again.

How it was to be with him.

I wrestled him out of my thoughts as well. I could deal with that after the current crisis. One problem at a time.

I decided to just eat some cookies.

Error POV:

I was worried.

Very worried in fact.

According to Nightmare, 404 never felt like that, and in my experience, he was at most a bit of a pessimist. He would never emit the amount of negativity needed to be felt across universes, right? Then again, with what I've been told about recent events, he probably won't be in the best state of mind...

I briefly debated with myself on whether or not I should go check on him or not. I had just arrived at the mansion and it would be kind of rude to leave already. Though the importantness (Error: is that a word? Author: I dunno) of being polite kind of paled in comparison to the situation at hand, so it was decided.

I quickly thanked Nightmare for filling me in on everything that happened, then opened up a portal and left for the Outer Wall, leaving a slightly confused octopus in my wake.

I hopped out of the portal onto whatever the anti-void has as a floor and walked over to the house in the distance. I hadn't quite perfected the location of 404's place, but I had the general area down. It looked very unnatural in the undisturbed blankness of the anti-void, but it retained the homey feeling from all that time ago.

I went up to the front door and knocked with my signature little tune. I always did the same knock pattern so that people can know it's me at the door. "Come in, Error," I heard from inside. I opened the door and stepped in. I was greeted with the sight of 404 sitting on a couch, jar of cookies in hand, with dull eye-lights.