UT MV Short Stories (Oneshots??)

Get Them Out Of Me

One month. One month filled with coughing, wheezing, gagging, and choking. If you asked anyone, it was rather sudden to see The Destroyer attempting to ruin another world, only to stop because of a rather gruesome coughing fit. It was only a few days before the news was spread around that something was wrong.

He began destroying less and less, spending more time either alone in the Anti-void or resting in OuterTale. Ink had tried to take advantage of this at one point and start visiting Error every time he dropped by the starry AU. However, he grew bored quickly because it "wasn't the same," Ink said.

He told his small guardian friend that no matter what Ink did or said, it wouldn't get the same rise out of the glitch like it used to. "He seemed to tired and just... Totally done with, literally everything! Or, at least more so than usual."

So, Dream, with this newfound information, decided he would try and help The Destroyer.

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One month and two weeks. That's when the Guardian of Positivity finally had a chance to meet with Error in OuterTale. He had opened a portal to the common area that The Destroyer often was found sitting. Thankfully, he was there, sitting on the ledge of a, rather large, floating space rock. His shoulders were slumped and he had his knees curled up to his chest. Was... Was he asleep?

Dream began walking slowly over to the, possibly asleep, destroyer. Once he was only a couple feet away, he could confirm that Error was, in fact, asleep. However, he looked terrible up close. His eyes had dark circles under them, his hands were scratched, fresh wounds leaking blue marrow. Speaking of his marrow, it seemed to be all over his clothes. His sleeves, shirt, and even the sides of his pants had dried(?) marrow coating it.

Had Error made an enemy, perhaps? Or, at least one that was stronger than him? But if so, then who? Who in the Multiverse could've ever brought the high and mighty Destroyer into such a poor state? And if they had that kind of power, what did they plan to do to everyone else?

The small guardian's thoughts were suddenly interrupted with loud, wet coughing. Dream couldn't help but wince at the sound. Not even in his sleep, can he stop. He must be in so much pain, he thought, moving next to the destroyer. He could try to heal him, maybe? Maybe that would help with his coughing, too!

So, with newfound confidence, he sat next to The Destroyer. Gently taking one of his hands into his own, he began to heal the open wounds. Ink mentioned he had haphephobia, didn't he? That means he'd have to work faster, as to avoid any... Accidents, while healing him.

Healing him.

Healing The Destroyer.

Dream's actions were only just now dawning on him. He, Dream, the Guardian of Positivity and a member of the Star Sanses, was healing Error, The Destroyer and a possible member of his brother's gang. The last thing this monster needed was his help! But... He couldn't stop now, could he? Surely that would make The Destroyer suspicious if only one hand was healed more than anything else. So, with a sigh, he decided to continue his healing.

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One month, two weeks, and two days. That's how long has passed before Error had kidnapped Dream and dragged him into the Anti-void.

"YOU!" He screamed, causing the small guardian to flinch. The Destroyer was holding him just a few inches off the ground with his strings. Strings that have killed people... Oh stars, was Error going to kill him?!

Dream laughed nervously and nodded. "Y-Yup, me..!" Unfortunately, The Destroyer didn't seem impressed. In fact, that seemed to piss him off even more. "Don't play games with me, idiot, I know you did this!" He said, vaguely pointing to himself. Dream stared at him for a moment before asking, "You mean the healing..?" He inquired nervously. Error stared at him long and hard before growling out, "What?"