Nightmare paced the floor in circles, his tentacles curling in frustration as no sign of a white skeleton carrying a huge knife had appeared.
"n-n-nIghtMaRE cHI-Ll." Meanwhile the God of Destruction had come over to comfort his friend, although the most he was doing was sitting on Nightmare's bed with a can of cuck in his hand, taking a sip every once in a while.
"H-H-He'S nOt thAT i-iMporTANt." Error said, causing the Lord of Nightmares to send him a glare. "He is more important!" He yelled causing Error to raise his hands in surrender, throwing the now empty bottle of cuck onto the bed as he did so. "jEeZ i wAs jUsT TRYinG tO heLp... i tolD i-iNk iT wOulDn'T w-w-worK." He grumbled under his breath, leaving the room in a huff.
Nightmare sat down on the bed, thoughts and worries flooding his mind leaving him in panicked state.
Dream was out of his prison, or what seemed like Dream was out of it's prison.
That wasn't the least of his worries either.
He sighed as he flopped onto the bed, closing his eyes and letting the darkness envelop him as he fell asleep.
"nI-Ght- Oh."
Error shut the door silently when he noticed his friend was asleep. Letting out a sigh of relief that his friend had finally gotten some rest.
Error was a trouble some man of his own. He craved destruction, murder of some sort. Entropy in all the abomination AU's.
But Ink, Ink fought for what he thought was right.
What he thought.
The universes he helped create and protect weren't products of hours of the unknown creators.
It was the product of a sick, twisted game.
He knew it and he wanted to stop it.
But maybe.
Just maybe he could stop his chaos for a special someone.
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Loyalty & Love {Crossmare // COMPLETED}
Fanfiction[Used to be known as Just a servant to you.] Cross. One of Nightmare's most loyal servants. Who would have guessed he would fall in love with the Lord of darkness. But all Nightmare sees Cross as is a tool for his own dirty work. That's until Dream...
