"Nighty are you okay?" "Get out of my room and go to hell!!" "Okay." The Error Sans said as he ran out of the room crying shutting the door behind him. Error called Dream and told him what was going on with Nightmare. Five minutes later Dream was at the house talking to Error. "We can put eight headache pills in his coffee and cover up the taste." "Dream, Nighty only takes eight headache pills when he has a headache. But it's a good idea. I'll make his coffee and you will bring him downstairs." "Okay, Error." "His coffee is ready. Also, I mix the eight headache pills and I put a lot of his favorite honey in his coffee." "Hey, guys, what are you doing?" "I just got done making your favorite coffee. Here you go." "Aw thank you, Sweetheart, I'll be sitting on the couch if you wanna talk." "Okay, I will be there in a minute." "Error!!!!" The Error Sans rushed into the room to see Nightmares cup empty. Nightmare tried to get up and he fell to the floor. "Nightmare what's wrong?" "I don't feel good." "Let me feel you're forehead after we get you on the couch." "Okay." "You have a fever of 102°F. Take your medicine." "Okay, I will." Nightmare took his medicine and laid down on the couch not knowing Error lied to him about being sick. An Error Sans was a very good lier Dream thought to himself with a smile on his face. The Error Sans looked down at Nightmare who was snoring softly as he moved further into the blankets and he nuzzled into the pillow. This made Error smile as he looked at Dream with his thumb bone pointing up to the ceiling. The now had two find out why Nightmare was paralyzed. Dr.Dream would go into his head as Error lied to the others about Nightmare being sick because Error was the best lier.
