Sanscest/UTMV Oneshots (Vol. 1)

Error & Dream || Pan's Lullaby

WARNING: THE FOLLOWING ONESHOT CONTAINS LANGUAGE.

READER DISCRETION IS ADVISED

~oOo~

Error hadn't met Dream one on one before.

They fought, yes, but this was mostly because of Ink. Dream was a part of Ink's team, The Star Sanses (which was a pretty stupid name, in Error's opinion), so they had naturally been enemies. If it hadn't been for that, the two probably wouldn't have met.

That being said, from what Error had seen Dream was fairly happy and upbeat. He was the Guardian of Positivity, so it was a given he would positive. Sometimes, the happiness that radiated of him would get on Error's nerve and annoy him, but Dream was the most tolerant of the trio, so he ignored it.

Nightmare, however, seemed to hate Dream with a burning passion. From the few conversations Error had with him, he seemed to always see Dream as this thorn in his side, someone who was so perfect, so naive, that he didn't care about anyone in his shadow. Nightmare usually went off on a rant about Dream, with Error only half-listening.

("Like, honestly, how can someone be so blind?! Am I right, Error?... Error?"

"Hmm."

"...you're not listening, are you?"

"Nope.")

So, Error decided to just assume that Dream was a happy person who had his life together, with almost no hardships bothering him.

He was so, so wrong.

~oOo~

It was late in the day and Error had just gotten back to his Anti-Void. He immediately flopped on his beanbag and let out a yawn.

It had been a long, but satisfying, day of destroying and avoiding Ink. Though, it was surprisingly easy to avoid the soulless creator, as he hadn't appeared all day. It made Error paranoid, expecting Ink to jump out and scare him at any moment. But he didn't.

Error didn't dwell on it for too long, though. It was good for his work in the long run. Now, there were twenty or so less AUs (Abominations) in the Multiverse.

Error's eyes opened backup as the voices started, interrupting his potential sleep. He groaned.

"Shut up!" He shouted to the nothing around him, his voice glitching all over the place. The voices didn't listen; instead, they got louder, urging him to do too many things at once. "God Damnit, just SHUT UP ALREADY!"

Error panted slightly in anger; fists tightly clenched. The voices finally quieted, which made him breathe a quiet sigh of relief. However, he was now wide awake and most likely wouldn't be sleeping for a while yet.

So, Error got up and made a portal to the only AU he really liked: Outertale.

He had found Outertale by accident a long time ago. Full of anger, rage, hatred, and strangely enough, betrayal, but for the life of him Error can't remember why. He was ready to destroy whatever world he ended up in.

Then, he looked up and saw the thousands upon thousands of stars decorating the sky.

~oOo~

It was so beautiful. Red, pink, purple, blue: he could see them all and so many more. He was awed. Excited. At peace. He closed his eyes and sat down, breathing deeply, relaxed for the first time since he escaped that wretched white void he calls home.

He didn't want to go back.

But something was wrong.

It was too pretty. Too distracting, too peaceful. Too much. It burned. It pained him, glitches pouring into his eyes, pieces of his body breaking off before slamming back into place. Hurts, hurts, hurts. Gen—Error screamed—