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Still Thursday (this should be a long one)

Error's P.O.V.

Dream had woken up a little while ago. KC warmed up some leftover tacos for us but, to nobody's surprise, no one felt like eating. Our plates stood untouched as we sat in silence, unsure of what to do next. Dream sent the kids to their rooms and motioned me into the kitchen. "What do you suppose we do?" he asked, it was obvious that he had no idea. "I doN't kNOw," I responded, "buT wE neeD a PlAn." "What happened to you? Ink sent you to get help but when you came back, there was no one with you," he looked over at me, awaiting my answer. "I cOUldn'T fiNd TheM. I'lL adMiT thAT i DidN't seArcH foR lOnG, bUt I dIDn't WaNt to LeAVe yOu tWO alOne FoR toO loNG."

He nodded and looked back forward. So did I. "MinD iF i StaY hERe tOniGht?" I sighed. He just nodded again. I picked up the still untouched plates and Dream washed them. We barely spoke to each other, aside from the occasional question and/or comment. I missed Ink already. Dream went to check on the kids and go to bed. I lay on the couch, trying to find sleep, but to no avail. 'Fuk it,' I thought finally. I got up and went to Ink's room. The door creaked. I almost half expected him to be at his desk, drawing. I flopped onto his bed. 'He shouldn't mind,' I told myself. I could smell him in the pillows. 'It's worth it even if he doesn't.' (no he's not a creep he just misses his ink blob)

Your P.O.V.

Dream sent you upstairs. You don't know why. It's not like any of you could sleep or anything. You went to your room and the boys' went to theirs. You took a quick, cold shower and changed into some pjs. A flowy, black tank top and soft, mint colored pants. You didn't feel like being alone, so you grabbed a pillow and walked back to the boys' room. The door was closed. You knocked. "Don't come in!" a voice yelled. 'Glad I knocked,' you thought, giggling. You learned that lesson the hard way. Don't ask. A few moments later, Brazy opened the door. "Good, now?" you asked, he nodded.

Braz walked out, probably to use the bathroom, as you entered. Print was on his bed and Pallet was by his dresser, putting on a NASA t-shirt. You whistled at him (you know that stereotypical flirt whistle that guys usually do to girls? Imagine it being that) and smirked, making him blush a little. "KC, this is not the time to tease," he wined while giggling. But, he soon after put on a serious face, "Seriously." You nodded, you already knew that. "Just trying to lighten the mood," you sighed, "though, I don't know if I can compete with your flash." (I hate myself for writing that) Pallet blushed even more. You'd think that they'd be used to it by now. "I'm not a girl, you idiot," he screeched and threw a pillow at you. Guess not. You plopped on Print's bed and laid back onto his lap. "You sleepin' in here tonight?" he asked. You nodded. "*uwu* (the noise)," Pallet teased, fluttering his eyelids(?). You didn't mind, though.

~~~~~~~~~~~~le time skip~~~~~~~~~~~

You were in the Anti-Void, on the "ground". Nightmare stood before you. Suddenly, Ink appeared beside him, unconscious and tied in chains. "You want him back~?" Nightmare purred. You nodded, "Whatever it takes." "You know where to find me," he chuckled, "come and get him." You knew what he meant: Take his place. You tried to lunge at him, but you couldn't move. Then, from behind, a knife plunged right through your chest. "Nighty, night~," Dust sang as darkness faded around you. You burst awake, in a cold sweat. You were on the bed, Print lay beside you. You took a few deep breaths to try and calm yourself. It didn't really work that well. You'd planned on sleeping on the floor, but ended up falling asleep. You got up, changed into black, tight fit clothes and tied your hair back. You slipped on your running shoes and took off your necklace, the one Error had given you on your birthday, one you almost never took off. You observed it for a moment before setting it in the dresser.

You grabbed the knife Loki had given you and a couple chalk-smoke bombs you and Print made for pranks, and stuffed them into your shoes. Those were the only things you took. 'Better write a note to not raise too much suspicion,' you decided before you left. Grabbing a pen, you wrote a quick fib.

Hey, I know it's nit the best lime, bot, Im going for a rvn. Please den't come after my, I wont some ulone time. I'll probablg be un Outertale or Dancetale if somethiny srgent happens.

-KC

No P.O.V.

'Hope they figure it out after,' KC thought as she shut and locked the door. She teleported to the Anti-Void, back to the scene of littered paint and strings. She picked up a string and one of the chains formed by Ink's paint attacks. Breaking a link off, she looped it onto the string and tied it as a choker around her neck. She was ready. "Come and get me!" she yelled at nothing before, once again, teleporting. She stood in front of the big, ominous, black castle. She knew they were in there waiting for her. She knew that they knew that she knew, she could come right in and announce herself. KC took a big, deep breath before she pushed open the big, heavy doors and ascended into darkness.