Creation Begins with an I, Destruction Begins with an E (Undertale Errink Book)

Act Serious For A Minute, You're Being Held At Gunpoint Now

"Morning." 

Dream looked up from his phone and put his steaming cup of tea down on the table he was sat at. He gave a forced smile and replied, "Hey Nightmare."

"That was the fakest smile I've ever seen. What's up?" Nightmare reached into the cupboard and pulled out a mug and a jar of coffee.

"It's just... Nothing." Dream shook his head, putting his phone down, "How's Error?"

"Lying in bed waiting for his morphine to kick in. He couldn't move, I had to bring it to him."

"Ah." Dream looked down and put a hand on his cup, his fingers tapping against the china as he stared at nothing. After a few seconds he stopped tapping against it, jumping as if Nightmare had shouted at him to get his attention. "Uh- Yeah. Yeah, I imagine he has a terrible headache, and he'll obviously still be in pain from all his other injuries. 

Nightmare narrowed his eyes. He decided against prodding any further at present.

After a few minutes of silence, Nightmare sat down opposite Dream, holding his coffee. Suddenly Dream slammed his phone down again, swearing loudly. Nightmare looked at him in surprise due to his profanity, and Dream sighed, caving in. "It's work. They need me."

Nightmare went to say something, but closed his mouth after a few seconds and instead sipped his coffee. He'd been about to tell Dream to tell them to shut up, but realistically, he knew Dream couldn't do that.

"I don't know what to do. I'm gonna get fired." Dream sighed, putting his face in his hands. "I can't lose this job, Nightmare. I can't. I told them I'm sick, today they want a doctor's note to confirm that I'm not fit for work."

"...What did you tell them you had?"

"A flu-type thing. But they want a note to prove I'm actually sick! And obviously I'm not! So that's a bit of a problem!" Dream said exasperatedly, "And plus, we don't even know how long it's gonna take before we get Chara back, and-!"

"Well, we'll go see Life today! If she tells us where he is, we could potentially have this all resolved by tonight!" Nightmare cut in as his brother seemed to start panicking, "But right now... can't you get a doctor to lie for you? One of the paediatricians maybe? Or any other doctor you're friends with? Can't they pretend they've seen you."

"I can't ask them to do that. They could get into serious trouble if they got caught."

"Who would come off worse, you or them?"

"...Them, I would think."

"Then do it."

"Wh- No, Nightmare, I can't just-"

"If it doesn't negatively impact you, then-"

"It would negatively impact me, just not as much as-"

"Do it."

"No. You don't understand the concept of actually working with people. No wonder you got fired from your last job."

"To be fair, I was seventeen when I started that job. I wasn't even legally old enough to be a bartender. And actually, it wasn't people that got me fired, it was more to do with weed. Which...I guess was technically Error's fault."

"Either way, you threw a pint glass at someone's head. And you were eighteen, Nightmare. You're right, it would have been illegal if you were any younger. But you were like...nineteen when you threw the pint glass."

"No, it was super illegal when me and Error first started. I was seventeen and he was still sixteen."

Dream thought for a moment. "Error couldn't have been that young. There's no way they'd let someone that young work in a bar."