"There are people inside." Ink mumbled. "And they don't sound good.."

"As usual." Dream scoffed.

"No, this is different." Ink asserted. "They sound like they have been damaged somehow.." Ink's hand started shaking, but he tried to hide it. He didn't want to look scared.

"Open the door, dammit." Dream urged. Ink nodded quickly and pulled open the over-sized doors. Even after Ink let go, they kept slowly opening until they stopped with an ear-piercing clicking sound. Dream flinched looking at what he saw inside, and Ink almost passed out. His eyes were no longer the assorted colors and shapes, they where just the white, feeling-less dots.

SF was being hung by his hands, dripping blood from his skull, hands, and and ribs. They slid down his body, until finally reaching his toes, and the crimson blood dripped onto the floor. Next to him was Dust, passed out on the floor. Glitched out, black bones were stuck in his back, and he was passed out in a 'duck and cover' position.

Dream ran up to the two of them. They where in-fact breathing. That was good. SF shakily looked up at Dream, who had left Ink behind to break down.

"O-Oh... oh my god, what happened!!" Dream yelled, checking his HP. He was at 48/850. He quickly checked Dust's, who's was at .003/1.2.

Dream looked back, and was going to cram in a question, before noticing Ink was no longer in the place he was before. Dream looked around, assuming Ink chickened out, but then noticed Ink was leaned over in the corner of the bar.

"Ink!" Dream yelled over to his direction, "Get over here! I need help!"

Ink looked over at Dream and nodded. He looked back at whatever had caught his attention in the first place, and turned back around once more, this time with another damaged soul in his possession.

"C-Cross..!" Dream almost screamed, running over to him and Ink.

"A-Are you hurt..?! Oh god please tell me at least your ok!" Dream bellowed. Cross coughed a small, weak cough before responding,

"Y-Yeah.." He looked away, his eyes dimming to the empty black void.

"So.. t-that's what happened to the... the r-rest of them.." He chocked on his words, holding back as many of the tears as he could, a few slipping free down his cheekbone every few seconds. Cross' face looked traumatized.

"Ink.. you can heal.. right?" Ink nodded and walked over to SF and Dust, handing Cross to Dream. Dream blushed lightly, but it wasn't enough to be able to see. Grabbing his paintbrush, he lightly splashed green paint on them all.

"H-Heal.." Ink quietly demanded. Suddenly, the paint glowed, the green giving off some sort of effect, almost like the petals of a newly sprouted spring flower.

In Ink's state of traumatization caused his magic to be a little weaker than usual, which was strange for Ink. He usually is extremely powerful, even in this state.

Swapfell healed back to 300/850, and Dust healed fully, since his HP level was really low.

Dust didn't wake, even though fully healed. He was probably still exhausted. SF moaned a little, though he didn't have the full energy to look up at Ink or the others.

"You feeling better..?" Ink inquired.

"A little." Swapfell mumbled.

~...~

Cross looked up at Dream who was a little uneasy. This was a lot to take in all in a single day. Cross didn't particularly like the position he was in, but, at the same time, it was comforting in a way... no. He was just to weak to move.

Dream laid Cross on the floor, checking his HP. He didn't take as much damage as the others, thankfully. I don't know how he managed to stay alive after a hit, to be honest. .5 HP isn't the safest way to live, but hey. Cross did it somehow. Determination, was it? Perhaps, with Chara still living inside of Cross' soul.

".3 out of .5. Wow. Good job protecting yourself." Dream joked, trying his best to lighten the mood.

"Y-Yeah... heh..." Cross chuckled. "I just hid there until Error left."

"Oh, you saw Error?"

"Yeah.. he was pretty angry.." Cross scratched the back of his skull with his hand. "But, it didn't look like his genuine angered face, it was more like... he didn't have control over himself. His body was acting on it's own, but his mind was still 'him.' I uh.. dunno how else to put it."

"Hm.." Dream was about to continue, but was cut off by Ink yelling his name. Dream quickly got up from the kneeling posture he was in, and got up and ran over to Ink.

Cross sat up, re-thinking what he remembered about Error this morning.

~...Flashback...~

Cross ran down the stairs after hearing the loud bang against the wall. It sounded like a gun had been fired, and it startled him. He didn't even make it all the way down the stairs before he had fallen over in an overwhelmed manor.

"Oh, I see someone else has decided to join the party..!" Error cocked his head toward Cross. Cross shuddered, quickly running back up the stairs. Error simply teleported right in front of the stairs at the top, and it caused Cross to stumble back at his sudden appearance. This was the only really good look Cross got at Error. His eyes were filled with a blue liquid. He wasn't smiling, in fact, he wore the biggest frown Cross had ever seen.

When Cross snapped back into reality, he had realized he had reached the bottom of the flight of stairs. Great, he had fallen. His HP went down a little, causing him to admit a small grunt in pain. He didn't have time to stop and heal up, though. He had to keep running. He ran into the bar area, and hid behind the drink serving table. He clutched his skull, raising his back into the air, and tearing up in fear.

"WHERE IS THAT IDIOT?!!" Cross heard Error screaming, his voice echoing through the building.

He assumed Error gave up looking for him, because he could hear the screams of the others from the room next to him. He started sobbing. He didn't want to, though. He didn't even know why he was crying. He just.. was.

~...Flashback End...~

"CROSS!" He awoke to the sound of Dream calling his name. He must have dozed off... but he didn't blame himself. He was extremely tired.

"Oh thank god you woke up. It sounded like you were having a nightmare, are you alright?" Dream asked, utterly concerned at this point. Cross did notice his face wet with tears, and he was trembling.

"U-Uh.. y-yeah. I think.. so.." Cross stuttered.

Dream sighed, putting his hand on Cross' shoulder.

"You sure?" He asked again.

"U-Uhm... yes, I'm sure, thanks Dream.." Cross placed his hand over Dream's, smiling.

....

They sat in silence for a while. Ink was still trying to un-hang Swapfell, and trying to wake up Dust.

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~...Time Passes...~

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"He was crying."

"What?" Dream questioned.

"Error. He was crying." Cross repeated.

"Oh,... that's odd.." Dream stated. "I thought he said he was wanting to do this, or that he missed this-"

"That-... that isn't Error." Cross interrupted. "I know Error. We are good friends, and I know he'd never do that. Even before, when he wasn't officially married to Ink, and turned to be on Ink's side."

Dream sighed, his eyes droopy. He could barely keep them open. He yawned deeply, he was too tired to theorize right now. He just wanted to go home. He just wanted this all to be over. For no one to get hurt anymore, for Ink and Error to get back together. For the others... and Cross... to be healed and go back to their normal mayhem, that, for some reason, really didn't damage the world that much. He just wanted Nightmare to come home, and for them to sit on the couch and watch movies, while snacking on warm waffles under the covers.

Cross sighed. "You tired, Dream?"

Dream nodded.

Cross looked away again, staring out the window of the mansion. He could see the beautiful tree's, and the birds chirping playfully with each other as they usually did. He looked back at Dream, who was now half asleep.

"Psst, Dream.." Cross whispered. Dream moaned.

"What....?"

"Come with me." Cross grabbed Dreams hand, pulling him upwards, and helping him out the door.

"Be back soon, please. I can't do this all on my own!!" Ink yelled after them before the giant doors squeaked their final squeak, before shutting with a loud 'bang' sound.

~....~

They walked for a while, ending up in thick woods.

"Where... where are we..?" Dream shook. He wasn't scared of many things, but the woods is defiantly something he was petrified of. Cross could tell, for Dream was tightly grabbing onto his arm, staying as close to him as possible. Cross lightly blushed. His blush was tinted purple. He tried to hide the bottom half of his face in his scarf, so Dream couldn't see this embarrassing state.

"We are almost there." Cross reassured. Dream nodded. "And uh.... you can uh, actually, nevermind." Cross was going to tell Dream he didn't have to hold his arm so tightly, there was nothing in this forest that would hurt him, but... he kinda liked it.... no. He was just a little scared of the forest himself.

They finally reached a beautiful area where the trees stopped, but there was still trees all around, surrounding them. The grass was a pure, bright green color, shining in the sunlight that was shining brightly. There was a blue bench, it was very old. It was made of a wood, painted with blue, but the paint was starting to come off. The wood was a little chipped at some places, and some of the ends where split, but it was an adorable bench. Next to it was a blue trash-can.

"Woah.. what is this place..?" Dream asked, trailing off near the end. Dream's eyes where glistening with enthusiasm and excitement.

"I just thought, you know... it was kinda rough in there, so I thought this might be a good place to rest a little, loosen up a bit and relax?" Cross rubbed the back of his skull. "I come here sometimes when the others at the mansion fight or get a little too drunk. Heh... I don't really like the mansion too much.. the people there are kinda upsetting.."

Dream smiled at Cross, before running off into the grass, hopping around. He used his hand to signal Cross to come with him, and Cross didn't resist to come and join. They both laid on the grassy floor and stared up into the sunlight that shone through in-between the leaves of the trees.

"You know, I'm really happy that you didn't get as hurt as the others..." Dream smiled.

"Yeah, I'm kinda glad I didn't get killed." Cross joked, and they both laughed a little.

"Seriously though, I don't even care that much that Dust or Swapfell got hurt.. heh.. they kinda deserved it.." Dream stated. This surprised Cross, usually Dream would cry if anyone got hurt, so hearing this was strange.

"Why you say that? I thought you hated it when someone got hurt?" Cross questioned.

"I.. don't really like them... that much.. o-of course I still worried when I saw them hurt like that when I came into the mansion, but... at the same time... something inside of me triggered. That little bit of revenge inside me sparked, and... I almost smiled at them.."

Dream looked at Cross. Their hands where fairly close, so Dream decided to close the gap between them. They both could feel their faces heat up a little.

"Well, m' glad you didn't die, Cross." Dream laughed, and got up off the floor. Cross sat up as well.

They both laughed a little more before deciding to head back.

Dream accidentally stepped on a flower.

"Whoops," Dream sighed.

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Wow. 1976 word count. This was a long one

Phew~

I just couldn't stop writing though, I was on a roll.

Sorry this one moved so fast. I really suck at writing. :b

I hoped you enjoyed!!!!!~