A Tiny Error

Chapter 11

Dream nodded eagerly, and Blueberry nodded to Sci.
"Alright, here goes. Error, as you know, destroys AUs. Ink creates them faster than Error can destroy them, and soon enough, AUs will crash into each other because Error can't keep up. There is not enough space in the multiverse to hold all of them, so the multiverse will try to free up some space on its own. Like a hard drive. Error has been tasked with clearing out some space in the multiverse before it can do this. Let's say a copy was close to crashing into an original universe. Error would be the one destroying the copy, while allowing others of its kind continue to thrive. Do you understand, now?"

Dream sat in silence, his eyelights lowered. So this is the truth. ScienceTale Papyrus was right.
"What can I do to help?" He said quietly.

"I DO NOT KNOW," Blueberry said, looking at Sci sadly. Sci, however, had a smirk on his face.

"Oh, I think there is something you can help with, Dream. So, you both know Ink's new pet, right? Well, I kinda sorta maybe.... turned Error into a dog by accident-"

Dream gasped
"So that's why he was acting strange! Are you sure it's Error?"

"Completely. Nightmare came to my AU searching for him, and he wouldn't leave without answers. I told him what I knew, and he said that Error could not be dead. In his own words, whatever gave Error immortality in the first place would not let him die so suddenly. Especially if you consider all the injuries he's gained, and how many times people have tried to kill him, only for him to get back up again. And earlier, I found out that little dog was Error because I had set up my computer. Error had opened a blank document and started typing, asking me what I did to him, turn him back, so on and so forth. Now, I've told him I'd work on a cure, but it may take quite a long time. If you really want to help, Dream, could you please keep an eye on him? I doubt he still has his regenerative abilities as a dog, anymore."

Dream smiled.
"Of course! But what are you guys going to do?"

Blueberry exchanged a glance with Sci.
"KEEP UP THE FACADE WE KNOW NOTHING. IF INK FINDS OUT THAT ERROR IS VULNERABLE, THERE COULD BE SERIOUS CONSEQUENCES. HE MIGHT KILL HIM!"

Dream's expression hardened.
"Not if I have anything to say about it. Don't worry guys, your secret is safe with me."

Dream was about to stand up, when a figure materialized behind him and knocked him out. Both Sci and Blueberry deadpanned at Killer as he hoisted Dream onto his shoulder.

"What? We can't trust him! He'll tell Ink, and the whole multiverse is screwed-"

"WE HAD EVERYTHING UNDER CONTROL, KILLER," Blueberry said calmly.
"YOU CAN PUT HIM DOWN, NOW."

Killer did as instructed, grumbling about how he was supposed to bring Dream back, and Nightmare would be proud of him. They left Dream knocked out in his chair, but not before Blueberry scribbled a note apologizing for Killer's actions.

Meanwhile, with Ink and Error...

Ink landed in his living room and set Error in his kennel, stretching his limbs out afterwards.
"Well, Cinnamon, that was an exhausting day, dontcha think?"

Error didn't respond, cuddling into his blanket and watching Ink flop onto the couch. The creator got into a more comfortable position, and soon drifted off to sleep.

It was very dark in the house, despite how the Doodlesphere normally looks. It changes with the day, turning bright and beautiful during the day, and turning dark and eerie during the night. Error could once again hear the creaks of the house, and the shadows of the light outside (which may have been the Doodlesphere's equivalent of the moon) danced around as if there was a breeze rustling through the AUs outside. Error shivered, feeling alone and vulnerable, and snuggled further into his blanket. Suddenly-

𝕆𝕙, 𝕝𝕠𝕠𝕜.

𝕀𝕗 𝕚𝕥 𝕚𝕤𝕟'𝕥 𝕥𝕙𝕖 𝕦𝕤𝕖𝕝𝕖𝕤𝕤 𝕕𝕖𝕤𝕥𝕣𝕠𝕪𝕖𝕣.

Uh oh....

𝕎𝕙𝕪 𝕒𝕣𝕖𝕟'𝕥 𝕪𝕠𝕦 𝕕𝕖𝕒𝕕, 𝕪𝕖𝕥?!

𝕐𝕠𝕦 𝕕𝕠𝕟'𝕥 𝕕𝕖𝕤𝕖𝕣𝕧𝕖 𝕥𝕠 𝕝𝕚𝕧𝕖 𝕨𝕚𝕥𝕙 𝕙𝕠𝕨 𝕞𝕒𝕟𝕪 𝕝𝕚𝕧𝕖𝕤 𝕪𝕠𝕦'𝕧𝕖 𝕥𝕒𝕜𝕖𝕟!

ℍ𝕪𝕡𝕠𝕔𝕣𝕚𝕥𝕖!

𝕄𝕦𝕣𝕕𝕖𝕣𝕖𝕣!

𝕐𝕆𝕌 𝕊ℍ𝕆𝕌𝕃𝔻 𝕁𝕌𝕊𝕋 𝔻𝕀𝔼!!!

Error had closed his eyes, whimpering. Standing, he paced in his kennel, trying desperately to ignore the voices bombarding his hearing. It wasn't working, and he had walked into the bars of the kennel. Struck with an idea and frantically trying to get rid of the voices, Error slammed his head into the bars.

He did it again.

And again.

And again.

And aga-

"CINNAMON!"

Ink scrambled over to the kennel and opened the door. Reaching in, he took Error out, even as the poor pup squirmed to get away.
"I-it's ok, Cinnamon. Shh, shh, shh, it's ok, boy. Oh no. You're bleeding!"

Sure enough, tiny droplets of blood ran down Error's face, and the pup's eyes were wide with fear. His ears swept back, and he began whimpering from the pain and fear. Ink quickly brought him to the kitchen and set him on the counter. He then went over to a cupboard and looked through the contents, searching for some sort of bandage. Finally finding one, he turned around and approached Error a little too fast.

Error saw Ink quickly come up to him, and tried to bolt. Ink saw this, and rushed to catch Error, who had attempted to jump off the counter. Ink grunted in pain when his knee hit the edge of the counter, and he fell with a thud, barely catching Error. However, Error backed away and out of Ink's hands, ready to bolt again. Ink sat up and leaned against the counter.

"I-I'm sorry, Cinnamon," he began, translucent, rainbow tears starting to well up in his eyesockets.
"I-I know I'm not the b-best person to take care of you. I w-want to keep you safe, but a-all I'm doing is... causing more harm." His voice cracked, and he wiped his eyesockets.
"Who am I kidding? I'm the worst person for this, and yet I th-thought I could handle it." He chuckled dryly, looking up to see Error standing next to the dog bowls.
"Y-you probably can't even understand me. Even if you could, you wouldn't give such a worthless monster a chance, would you?"
He closed his eyes, and brought a hand up to rub them. He gulped, trying so hard to regain his composure, but nothing worked.

That is, until he heard the pitter-patter of tiny feet, and the jingling of a tiny bell.

He snapped his eyes open to find Error standing in front of him. He looked away, but flinched when he felt a wet, soft thing run across his finger. He looked down, and Error had sat down in front of him, looking up at him expectantly. The cuts on his face stood out even with his black fur, and his ears drooped a little. Ink's eyesockets widened, and he lifted his hand up. Error flinched, and Ink hesitated.

"A-are you really willing t-to give me a chance, boy?"

In response, Error came up closer and put a paw on Ink's hand. The creator smiled, and held his hands open. Error cautiously made his way into them, and Ink stood up. Once again, he placed Error on the counter, and this time, Error sat down and waited. Ink decided a bandage would look weird, and opted to simply clean the wounds. Afterwards, Ink brought Error to the couch, and created a blanket for them both. Ink sat down slowly, inviting Error to come to him. Error did so, and the two cuddled into the blanket. Before drifting off to sleep, Ink spoke.

"Thank you for giving me a chance, Cinnamon."

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Rawr! I am back from like, a bajillion year dormancy! My apologies for the wait, I had a lot going on. I am currently freezing to death, while skin feels like it's on fire. I guess I'm sick. :D

Probably.

I just don't feel good.

Anyway, I hope you like the chapter. I made especially long as a reward for those who were patient enough to stick around. Heck, even this is getting long. Toodles!