"An errors luck"(an errormare story )

Chap 5 (chocolate)

(Third POV) here comes the fooood)

In the end the star sanses left with bruised bodies and a few broken bones. Who knew Nightmare was so overprotective. Ink was probably the most hurt, with most of his bones being broken- and just barely being able to stand. Dream was not severely injured but got a bit hurt when trying to stop Nightmare from killing Ink. Blue on the other hand has never been better, he made friends with Error and was the least hurt! He only got a small slap on the wrist. If it weren't for Error liking him, blue would have also gotten a beating.

"Atleast we can get a break from them for a while whilst they are healing. Killer said breaking the silence in the room."I suppose there is that as well.." Nightmare replied.
Horror leaned against the door frame with a bored look in his eye.
"Are you guys done yet? Breakfast is getting cold and I'm starving!" Horror complained.

The others looked in Horrors direction and suddenly realised they forgot all about breakfast with all the commotion that was going on. "Oh yeah-I completely forgot about that!" Killer yelled. Everyone turned their attention to him with a look that said 'really? We already knew that dumbass'

Error sat on the couch with his legs crossed and a small well-knitted doll on his lap.

"Come on Error! We have to get some food in you!" Cross yelled from the doorway. "! W!Ll Be Th3Re !N a mInU!T-T" Error replied as his voice trailed off to a quieter tone.

When he was fully alone in the room his face darkened. He had kept up his little "innocent" act very well and was surprised at just how the others believed it. It was his first time lying and he might even say he enjoyed it...
He knew he wouldn't be able to keep it up for long, he would have to show his true colours eventually... I mean all of his curiosities and confusion for eating and other things as such were not fake... he just made himself seem more... how do I put it? 'Vulnerable?'

He knew why he was here and he was rather glad of it too... he was told many things by the voices, many things others of this "realm" did not even know of. He was here to destroy. Simple and clear as that. It's his job. The voices made sure he knew that... they put him through so many levels of fear and pain... as much as they could not inflict anything on to him as of only being voices they made use of what they had material wise.

They made him do it.. it's not his fault.
This was just allll a game to her. A game of RANKS and a game of POWER

She played the puppeteer while he played the puppet.. the voices? Oh- they were just to keep him under control- like the strings

It's simple really~ a PUPPETEER~ a PUPPET~ and the STRINGS that held it alll together~
The voices kept him at bay.

"Error?"

Horror...

"0-Oh- y3S? SoRry !M cOm!Ng!"
He yelled out- partially forgetting about breakfast.

(SMALL time skip cuz I can't be bothered to make a whole descriptive scene about how he walks cuz it's a walk- nothing special?)

Error sat down at what Horror called a "table" and continued to stare at the bright light on the ceiling, feeling attracted towards it."W-wHaTs-S ThAt CaL|eD?" Error asked innocently as a sense of curiosity prodded at his soul."oh! That's a lightbulb- it produces light- but don't touch it! It gets hot after a while" Cross answered quickly, not letting Horror who WAS going to answer him speak.

"Anyways... Error! I have a surprise for you~" Horror purred out. "Lightbulb...." Error repeated-parrot like but without a single glitch in his voice. It was smoother than honey yet in a demonic way..