Gosh This is HORROR-ble (Reincarnated as Horrortale Sans)

21: That's Sick Dude

You are sitting on the couch along side Error. You were told to sit back for their next mission after finding out you didn't have magic, you feel a bit weak but you've been training your flexibility, just a bunch stretches in the morning so your joints don't hurt so much throughout the day. You've already made great progress, you can already touch your toes without much pain!

Error is just waiting to be called for backup later when Nightmare needs help.

No matter how many times you begged Error to let you come with he said no unfortunately. You just want to prove yourself after how horribly your last fight went, you don't want to just be useless. 

You just weren't prepared for a teleporting enemy.

The Spanish show Error put on goes in one ear and out the other, in favor of listening to Jay ramble on and on about how xe wants to learn Spanish.

You know enough to have an extremely broken, simple conversation, or to yell directions of enemies.

You had this one friend, before the plague started, they spoke Spanish because they were from Puerto Rico, just visiting some distant family.

yeah they could speak English but it was quicker for you both to learn a bit of the other language.

You're pretty sure Ziggy was their name, you spent a lot of time with them when the plague first started, almost 4 years, you had just recently been on your own when you died, only 2 ish years.

so even now you sometimes shout out directions in Spanish when you're really panicked.

Their uncle was this cookey old biology professor who's house was basically a bunker, professor Hidgens was his name, he was pretty much a doomsday prepper which is why you were trying to get to his house once the haleef started coming for you.

But that's enough dwelling on the past... Jay is talking to you.

"Omg Leefy, you have to ask Nightmare if we can have a pet!! I realllllyyyyy want one. Pretty please? I'll promise to take care of it."

You wouldn't trust Jay to even take care of a rock. But maybe you could ask Nightmare for like a fish or something...

Right, you'll put that on the good old mental check list.

Error suddenly gets up, and teleports away.. cool... you're here alone now.

"Jay bird... ima ask Night..mare for a fish when... he gets home."

"Omg thank you thank you thank you!!"

"Anyways...we could pro-"

You hear a loud clang and the lights and tv flicker off.

"O...k... then. Power went out. Fun f..un fun."

You glance around in the darkness, you large eyelight tinting everything purple.

You begin to shiver, god the heat must have been doing some heavy lifting if it got this cold this fast.

Not even your underground was this cold and it was crisp down there.

You begin to go on the hunt for blankets, even towels.

You bring your large bundle of cloth to your room. And you lay on your bed, the floor would suck up to much of your heat.

You slowly fall into an uneasy sleep.

You wake up to something poking your side. You peek open your eyes to see Error nudging you with a pencil.

"Heat's out, we're gonna bunk in my anti-void. Come on."

You groggily get up and sneeze, god you feel like shit right now.