Error hadn't known Nightmare and Cross for a long time. A few months, at the most. It was another regular night, if you call getting a house in the Omega Timeline due to Cross' powers regular.
It didn't seem right.
Error rocked on the bed, wide awake despite how he could easily sleep most of the time. Something about this room wasn't right. Like something went down in a bedroom arranged so similar, yet so different.
His eyes darted around the room. Desk. Chair. Dresser. When his eyes looked at the closet, his mind-
It made him feel strange. He stared at the sink and mirror that was separate from the bathroom. Noises he never wanted to hear were being created, and worst of all the other knew what they were doing was wrong and continuing anyway.
Empty memories popped up for a few seconds before he shook his head, as if his mind was convincing him that he was in the same room at the same time that something happened.
It was only when he was exhausted, just a little before the sun would've come up in a surface world did he fall asleep.
Nightmare agreed to switch rooms after that.
