Our Sides

Chapter Two: Knowing the Dark Sides

Error's POV(Wow when was the last time I didn't do Third POV?):

It's been a day since the 'others' came. Somehow they managed to rope me out of my room and to the living room. On the couch were Nightmare, Horror, Cross, Dust, Killer, and Ink. Blue was in the armchair to the left while Dream was in the armchair to the right, closest to Nightmare. I stayed quiet as I sat down.

"So what are we doing?" Dust asked.

"Twenty questions? But each question everyone has to answer after answering it themselves." Cross suggested.

"Sounds good to me!" Blueberry chirped.

"Error? Why don't you start?" Nightmare smirked as he looked at me. Everyone looked at me, causing a few to jump. I would have glared at Nightmare had I not had my emotionless facade up.

"Sure," I replied, watching his smile fall from the lack of emotion in my reaction. I mentally smiled seeing that I didn't give him the reaction he wanted. Always a good thing.

"Hm... Eh, What's your favorite color. Mine's red." I shrugged.

"Yellow." Dream said.

"Black." Nightmare glared.

"Blue!" Blue cheered while Dust and Killer shrugged as they said it aswell.

"Red." Horror stated.

"Black and White." Cross hummed.

"The entire rainbow!" Ink chirped.

"Why am I not surprised." Horror chuckled.

They kept on exchanging questions until they at last, but finally, got to the last question. And of course, it shall be asked by the oreo.

"What do you guys do for fun? I like to eat chocolate." Cross asked.

"Reading." Nightmare shrugged.

"Cooking!" Blue replied happily.

"Drawing." Ink said.

"Tending to my plants." Dream answered.

"Training." Killer, Horror, and Dust responded.

"..." Error stayed quiet.

"Error?" Killer questioned the glitching skeleton.

"K.....g" Error muttered.

"What?" Horror asked.

"I like to k...t" Error grumbled.

"You like to what?" Nightmare questioned. Error sighed and got up from his spot on the floor.

"Knit, okay? I like to knit. Now that was all the questions so I'm returning to my room." Error sighed as he left the room, back into his small room.

The room was completely quiet. Not a sound was heard. What could they say after all? The so-called 'Emotionless' side turned like something. Knitting out of everything. But that is what was on the 'Light' side's mind. 

For the 'others'? Well, even after the game of questioned, revealing facts that only they knew, hence making it personal to them, the anxious side still did not trust anyone or show a reaction besides putting his walls up more than the highly definitive wall that was already set.