Daybreak [ Error!Sans x Reader ]

9. Mors Omnibus

"Ink will figure out a way to fix this." It was the first time you had ever heard Error admit the possibility, admit to the want and need of the painter alive, how essential he was to the functioning of the multiverse. Error's interjection snapped you back to reality, snapped you farther away from the pull of the knife if even for a moment. And a moment was everything now.

"You said it yourself, Ink's dead," you replied, staring at the ground. What point was there filling your head with false hopes? Better to admit the truth then build an empire out of false words and promises only to have it ripped right underneath your feet once the truth was finally exposed. "Why would Nightmare keep him alive? Even Dust said he saw Nightmare cut him down."

"Monsters and humans will say anything if they think it will give them a gain over their adversaries," Error replied.

"I thought I was your enemey?" You cocked an eyebrow. "So why should I trust you?"

"We reached a truce, I thought? We are neither friend nor foe so you have neither a reason to trust or distrust me. I could be trying to sway you to your inevitable death or I could be attempting to assist you, it is up for the interpretation of the listener in the end." Error shrugged as he waved his hand, a black sleeping bag appearing on the ground. Fresh and the others stopped in their march, all sharing the claws of fatigue that had been ravaging them for days. There was a quick brief of murmuring before Error was waved over, sharing in their discussion. A part of you already knew what the skeletons were talking about before the glitch walked back over to you, your knife in his pocket.

"Looks like I get first watch, these idiots actually trust me," he chuckled darkly, noting your fixated reaction on the knife. How badly you wanted to pin the comedian to the ground and rip the knife from his hand, turn the blade on him and then cut down the others. You would be unstoppable, nothing alive could take you down. But you needed the knife, needed to feel again what it was like to have a complete soul. Because once the knife was in your hands you could once more interact with the missing part of you and become whole again.

"Try to get some sleep," Error advised, shifting his position so that the hilt of the knife was no longer visible from his coat pocket. "It's going to be a while before we can sleep safe and sound again. The Void tells of things to come and I don't think all of us will be living to see the next day tomorrow."

His words haunted your thoughts as you rolled over on the ground, closing your eyes. What would you dream of tonight? Could you even dream now that you were missing some of your soul? It was often said that it was essential for humans to dream lest they go insane so would you be pushed off the edge anyway, not being able to dream now that some of your soul was gone?

Would you -

It turns out that you could dream. Or at least you were pretty sure you were dreaming because you were no longer in your body but in another form entirely. But as the surroundings adjusted and you drank in the playing of what was going on, horror dawned on you. In the midst of your sleep your consciousness had shifted towards the knife, become a part of the knife just as much as it was you. You were inside the knife, resonating with the part of your soul trapped inside. Because a part of you was still awake within the knife, never sleeping or resting. So when your mortal body slept, it seemed that you would live within the knife until you were woken.

You were in Error's coat pocket, you were sure of that. That was where the knife had been when you drifted off to sleep and the slight swaying motion indicated that the glitch of a comedian was walking back and forth, keeping watch. It was quite a boring few hours that passed, nothing eventful happening all the while.

But light suddenly flooded your senses as you were lifted from the coat pocket, looking into Error's face as he examined you for a moment. "An interesting thing," the comedian commented, moving you back and forth. Of course there was nothing you could say or do because you were the knife and knives could not move on their own. A part of you sensed your sleeping form off in the distance and longed to reunite with the other half of your soul, to be whole again.