Error took a seat on the couch of the living room after being greeted by Horror. Right after he did take a seat, Horror moved in a bit closer and shows him his phone "Dude. Remember the thing about you wanting a completely premium set of doll making equipment? There's this offer I see in the online shopping app. It's expensive, but it's nothing you can't handle right?" He told him and Killer scoffed from his seat "You say that like Error hasn't even left this house for weeks." He said.

Horror shrugged "Am I supposed to do something...?" He asked murmuring the last part. Making Killer raise an eyebrow "You are supposed to do something. Like for example, make some of those moon cakes you love." He mentions it, Error shivering for a few seconds "Oh p-please... those always had sedatives..." He mumbled.

"See Blood. Your moon cakes suck for him." Killer snickered. Horror scoffed in response "Shut it Kilo. You make bad coffee." He taunts him in return. Creating a tension between the two "Does it look like I'm your damn mother to make you coffee?"

Error took noticed of something though. Cross wasn't here. He knew that Cross was a part of Nightmare's group.

"Hey guys..." Error started as both Killer and Horror look at him questionably "Yes?" Killer responds, Error looking around a bit before he asked "Is C-Cross here? I've not s-seen him."

The two of them were now confused to who Error had mentioned, making the two look back and forth at one another "Who...?"

Dust came in the room holding a box of cookies. Taking a seat next to Error after "Want one?" He motioned it to him, Error staring at it before he drooled and lunged at it. This surprised Dust, making him surrender the box to Error.

Horror snorted "What's in the cookies for him to be so happy about them?"

Dust shrugged "They're just chocolate cookies. That's it."

"Hey Dust, do you know anyone named Cross? Error asked about him just now." Killer passes the question to him, Dust taking a moment to think before he had an idea to who.

"Cross... It might be that X guy. Well, his codename is X. Talk about a double cross for a name." He answered snickering making Horror perk up "Oh! Now I remember. Cross is X. He's the one in charge of the artillery unit at the Section B Divison." He added, Killer raises an eyebrow "Section B? Isn't that the place where Ink commands? Jeez. I'm surprised that artist has the same rank as Nightmare." He takes a sip off his coffee.

Error perked up hearing Ink's name. Grumbling something under his breathe. Dust could only eye him confused.

"To be honest, I like that Cross guy. We should have him at our Divison. He seems like a fine addition to our team." Horror says.

Somebody walks in, it was Nightmare.

"Right. We need to head out. All of us. Section B is under attack. They need reinforcements." He said ever so plainly. Horror was surprised though "What? Under attack by what?"

Nightmare huffed crossing his arms "They said it was some undercover militia group within their city. They also reported that they already have thirty casualties. We need to go." He walks over to a locker in the next room and rummaging was heard.

Killer could only sigh "Why do we need to help them out... It's their problem." He stood up and followed Nightmare. Dust stood up too chuckling "Well if we don't, we probably would be punished because of it." He followed, taking a radio from the table "Alright, Quartzite and Onyx squads are requested to join the operation....." His voice became distant.

Horror looks at Error and waves his hand to get his attention "Hey Error. You need to stay here. If you want. Well, seeing as you are wounded it's only fair that you stay." He stood up and pats him on the skull "We'll be back alright?" He said as the other kept biting on his food.

Once the group left, Error was left alone. Again. He finished his cookies, and decided to head up his room.

--//---

Error laid on his bed bored. The pillows were on the side of his bed but was left untouched. To be honest, Error prefers sleeping on the floor. Much more comfortable for him.

But when Error did grab the pillow from the side, he felt something hard. This confused him, weren't pillows supposed to be soft?

He poked it and felt something related to a glass screen. Error shrugged, trying to see if there was an opening to this fluffy square.

He managed to find a zipper, he pulls it down and places his hand inside, feeling something before pulling it out.

It was a phone, with a electrostatic themed phone casing. It seems like this casing looks like a glitch.

Error figured out on how to open a phone within a minute and saw his face.

Well, atleast another version of him. Error sighed, flicking sideways but it took a moment before it unlocked.

It said 'Verifying face' then it opened. Error really has no knowledge much on phones. He is so used to his UI.

There was an amount of apps on the phone, like Messenger, Facebook, Twitch and more. Along with notifications saying 'Missed calls(127)' and stuff. But something caught Error's attention.

A notepad app.

He pressed it, immediately a more than ten entries popped up. Seems like he was doing something.

But in every entry, they all had "MTVRS Portalway" titled and a symbol right after.

"P-Portalway...?" He pressed on the first one, reading the words that were there.

So, basically something came up while I was asleep and well I want to write this down in case I forget. Since everyone forgets dreams. And hey, this could be a great mental exercise. Also take note me, I should stop inviting random cats to my window to feed them. This could be a great story to make too~!

Alright, i had a dream, or well, nightmare. I saw myself fighting someone. I don't know who. But I'm sure I saw myself.

That was it, it ended there.

Error was intrigued. Did something happen for him to dream about himself? He chuckled. Pressing the one below the next note.

It happened again! But this time, I saw myself stitching something up. But I was a bit confused to why I only saw myself. And by that, I mean myself only. Nothing else. Everything was white. I don't really know yet.

Next entry,

Saw myself in a dream again, but I looked... Tired. And not the usual 'I'm tired of work.' It's the 'I'm getting tired of everything.' Type of tired.

I'm seeing stuff more differently now. I'm getting depressed all of a sudden. Is it because of that dream?

Error was now embed on what he was reading. His own diary in a phone? Huh...

Next, it was dated two weeks since the last one

I've not dreamt. I've not slept either. Well, maybe a little. But... I'm hearing voices in my head. They shout and shout many intrusive things. And they end so abruptly. Everyone is worried about me. But, I'm scared. I don't want to tell them about this. These voices are telling me not to.

Error widened his eyes a bit, holding his skull "My voices a-are gone..." He murmured. Pressing the next entry.

This is too much, I managed to fall asleep by drinking a few sleeping pills, but I had a nightmare. It's Ink. That damned artist on the other Divison! What the fuck is he doing in my head?! He was staring at my figure. Just, staring at me. Like he wanted to kill me.

His eyes too. They were white dots. What the fuck. He looked so emotionless. Maybe I should talk to him tommorow. And maybe I should bring a gun just in case...

Error remembered something. There was a time where he found Ink staring at his back, moments before he was attacked from behind. Initiating a fight.

Error never did fight back much. There was no reason to at the moment.

He pressed the next entry, which was dated two days after the last one.

Ink said that he doesn't have anything against me to just... Kill me. Kilo decided to come with me but he looked like he had many doubts hearing Ink's answer.

I need to knock myself out. Maybe that can make me fall asleep.

It ended there, Error was now creeped out "Jeez. E-Even myself can make me scared." He shivered. Pressing the next one,

These voices don't stop. They are speaking as I am typing this. I recorded myself during it and played it. I hear the voices repeat what they said and showed Nightmare it. He only looked at me confused but worried.

The voices that are speaking to me right now. This is making me insane. Why do I want to laugh.

Maybe it's time I talk to Dream about this... He always manages to help someone if it's counseling, cause jeez. I need a long talk.

But before Error could press the next one, the phones screen turned black. Making him repeatedly press the on button. To no avail, nothing happened.

Error scoffed "Why d-die on me now? Where is the charger for this..." He started to look around the room. He found the charger and connected it to a plug. Taking a deep breathe of relief to see a red battery appear on the screen.

"Thank god B-Blue told me stuff about these... Otherwise I'd be clueless." He chucked. Seeing a light switch. He raised a finger, using a string to switch it off.

---////--

Error woke up to the sound of something moving behind him. He felt like he was being hugged now.

This made him sit up, using a string to turn the lights on.

Next to him, was Nightmare. He had a grin.

"Sup." He said nonchalantly. Error yawning a bit as a tear came out "W-What are you doing here...?" He asked, still tired. Nightmare raised an eyebrow "You looked disturbed lately. And I'm having thoughts about you having nightmares. Seems like I was right, you were having nightmares. Good thing I can cancel them out." He laughed.

Error looked behind him to see that his tentacles were gone. He must have made them disappear. He always did like to sleep without them.

"Mind if I sleep next to you? It's been a long day and you need someone to be here for you." He said, moving a bit. Error shrugged, lying back down.

He felt comfortable. Even if this isn't the Nightmare he knows. Nightmare knew how to comfort the glitch, and he was happy about it.

Error moved in closer, now falling asleep.

Nightmare could only smile, placing a hand on his skull.