It had been weeks since your first date, and everything was going perfectly. US Papyrus let Blueberry visit every-so-often, Error stopped destroying worlds, and the two of you hadn't fought once. There was nothing wrong.

Except for one thing.

The Secret.

One morning, you had woken up from a particularly bad nightmare. Recently, old and new nightmares plagued your every sleeping moment. But there was this dream, different from the others.

This one had a flower.

When you awoke, you immediately went to Error's little pocket dimension of a room. You couldn't ignore this Secret he had been keeping from you any longer. And you had to know who the he!! this flower was. When yu got in, Error bolted awake.

"B-buttercup? W-what is i-it?"

"I had a nightmare. Multiple, actually. And I want answers."

You fists were clenched in anger, but that anger originated from fear. You couldn't bottle this up anymore, but you were afraid to find the truth.

Never did like the truth.

"O-o-okay, slow d-down. What d-do you w-want to k-know about?"

He did't want to have this conversation either, you could tell. He looked sad, almost.

"A talking flower. A talking, yellow flower."

He got up.

"L-let's t-talk about t-this somewhere e-else.

He opened a portal, his hand slightly shaking, but only a fraction of an inch. You barely catch it. It opens up to a bleak-looking AU. Error stops right outside the portal, not even bothering to close it. He seems so still, it worry=ies you. Even his pixels have stopped glitching.

"E-error?"

"W-welcome, b-buttercup."

"T-to Flowertale"