Gone.

Again.

They're gone, again.

And it's his fault, again.

Why?

What did he do?

What did he do to deserve this?

Why are they always taken from him?

He's been good.

He's been keeping the balance and only destroying what is needed.

He hasn't let his hatred lash out of control since he was corrupted.

So, why?

What are they taken again?

Is the only way to protect his new family to hurt his brother?

Dose he have to kill his brother in order to protect his new family?

Why?

His brother had helped him so much when they were younger.

His brother may be oblivious and unknowingly hurt him but, he's still his brother.

Gone.

Again.

That arrogant asshole has taken them, again.

He will pay.

He will suffer.

He will be incapable of taking them again.

They are hurt.

They are scared.

They need his help.

So he will hurt.

He will be scared.

He will beg for help.

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Killer stares at Nightmare from across the meeting room table nervously.

Ever since the initial scream, he has been deathly quiet. And the silence scares him more than anything else.

Oh sure! Killer is angry too. He's pissed in fact! His sibling is being hurt, again! But... Seeing Nightmare so calm and quiet, it's frightening.

Nightmare cared more about that child than anyone here, so the fact that he is so quiet, well... That can only mean that this is the calm before the storm.

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Dust throws another series of sharpened bone attacks at the training dummies, gritting his teeth in frustration.

This, this is why he doesn't open up to anyone.

This is why he refused to care for anyone.

This is why he can't love.

This his why he kills for LOVE.

He couldn't save them.

He wasn't there.

He wasn't strong enough.

And because he was weak, they are gone.

Just like before.

Dust knows he should be in the meeting room, helping the others come up with a plan for rescuing them, but he just can't stand to sit still.

Not when he could be getting stronger, so that next time, he can protect the people he cares about.

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Horror's hand is gently grabbed by his brother's to keep him from scratching or pulling at his skull crack or empty eye socket.

The others were all also dealing with the news poorly, so to keep Horror from picking himself apart, Error sent him to his home universe to be kept an eye on until they had a plan prepared.

That kid, that five year old kid who saved him from the tyrant queen is now gone.

Stolen.

Whisked away by that freak.

All before he could properly thank them.

That god better prepare himself. Because his axe is screaming for his blood.

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Tugging on his collar nervously, Red glances around the room. Ideas and strategies being bounced around the room by the others are tuned out by his anxiety.

That sweet, nervous, broken kid is now in the hands of people who will only probably hurt them more.

Flashbacks to a time where Papyrus was missing for a few days flash through his head and the giant crack on his skull when he found him.

The human child is already scarred beyond belief, and might be hurt even more.

Red tugs at his jacket sleeves nervously.

He can't stay here long. They need to get the kid back.

He needs to get his sugar-skull back.

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Black glares down at the multiversal map that was just drawn up. His little treble is in danger. And he'll be damned if he just sits around and let's them stay there.

That curious, helpful, and hurt child is being kept from the only family that had ever cared for them.

Those idiots will pay.

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Despite his calm facade, Cross is panicking more than most. He'd seen his family being ripped away from him before, and it seems like it's happening again.

God... He gave them the pendant.

Is that why this is happening?

Because they have that cursed pendant?

He should have never taken the chance.

He should have never passed on the curse.

Chara has been silent and refused to come out since they were taken. After all, if Cross is freaking out this bad, it must be ten times worse for him.

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Error slumps down as Cross takes control of the meeting for a little while, allowing Error to finally take a break, no matter how short.

Glancing down at the small knitted doll of Death laying limp in his hand, Error sighs.

The precautions he took were all in vein. The kid had dropped their phone and the doll when they were taken. Meaning, the only thing they had to track was the pendant, which was by far the most unreliable of the options.

Error gently runs a thumb over the doll's face as his mind wanders off to (Y/N). His anxieties finally catching up to him now that he has a break.

Are they being fed?

Are they able to sleep?

Are they scared?

Hurt?!

Are they being brainwashed into hating all of them?

Are they falling into another panic attack?!

Who will calm them down and reassure them?!

Are they safe at all?!

Error stops and takes several deep breaths before he falls into a panic attack and accidentally destroys the castle... Again.

They'll be fine.

At least, he hopes that they'll be fine.

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Death can feel his guilt consume him. The few beings who had accepted and welcomed him with open arms are now hurting and in pain, all because he let his gaurd down.

All because he failed at keeping an eye on one human child.

All because he got distracted.

And now, who knows what is going to happen.

To the child.

To his friends.

To the idiot "heroes" who "saved" the child.

To him.

"Isn't this fun?"

...

"No?"

......

"Heh. Don't lie to yourself. You've been waiting for this for just as long as I have."

...

"Hold on, the show's just getting started."