When he wakes up, he feels pain, his whole body hurts like hell.

If he could compare the pain with something, the closest would be the first battle ha have with Ink (if that could be called a battle).

His head felt like someone had stretched it out in an attempt to lengthen or break it, his spine and rib area felt heavy, the same stretching sensation present and throbbing and, oh, he couldn't feel his feet.

He was honestly surprised about not see blood around or over him.

It was only years and years of having received physical pain that allowed him to ignore that pain to take a little look at his surroundings.

It was not at all like anything I'd ever seen before, not even from the worlds where monsters inhabited the surface.

Error seemed to be at the bottom of some kind of cliff, was that... sand? It looked like sand at least, all over the ground and a fierce wind was blowing all over the place.

On the wind he could hear faint whispers, voices of many beings, but they sounded far away.

The (former) Destroyer did nothing for a few minutes, he just... listen, he does not remember when was the last time he could just, like that, lying in a random universe and let his wounds (was he even hurt now?) rest, without being constantly alert to the threat of the Creator and his minions.

He didn't know anything about this place beyond the basics that his mom told and showed them in order not to be completely lost and to be able to blend in better in the new universe.

But strangely... he felt safe, he could no longer feel Fate's threads in his soul, his magic had drastically diminished but he could not find any part of him that regretted it, if that was the price for freedom, he was fine with that.

He and his brothers were free to live as they pleased, even if the void in his soul began to yearn for the constant presence of his mom.

His brothers...

Wait.

Where were his brothers?!

Ignoring his body's protests, Error tried to sit up, his head bobbing for any sign of them amid the strong wind and blowing sand.

The heaviness in his body only seemed to become more noticeable as he straightened up, he couldn't feel the wind blowing through his bones like he knew it should, even if by some miracle all his clothes had remained intact after the fight, he should still feel it.

He looked down at his body suspiciously, and froze as soon as he did.

His clothes were in bad shape, as expected, the only thing that seemed salvageable was his scarf and maybe his pants.

But that was not what caught his attention.

He no longer had bones.

Or at least, he didn't think this could be called bones anymore, it was as if they had been flattened and sealed against each other, he could still make out where his ribs had been but the place where he should only have been able to see his spine was now, to lack of a better word, stuffed with these strange plaques.

Logically, Error knew that he had every right to be upset about this, this had his mom's mark everywhere, his mom, who knew who he was before being Error, before being taken and twisted by Fate, transformed against his will, who should know better than everyone how traumatizing that was.

And she went and did the same, even if her reasons were completely different, she still modified his body and transformed him into... whatever he was now.

Logically he knew that none of his brothers would be angry with him if he was upset about something that was basically a betrayal to the promises that his mom once made him.

But ... hadn't he accepted this when decided to go with the plan? Hadn't he accepted whatever consequences this brought him in exchange for his and (almost) his entire family freedom?

Did he really have the right to be mad with his mom for something that was so ... insignificant at the end? If he thought about it, it might even be a good thing! Most of his scars had disappeared with the change and this could only mean that it would be easier to integrate with this new world, right?

(And something in his soul gets warm and warmer with the idea of this new look of his, if he was going to have a new life, it was only logical that everything about him was new, right?)

(Right? R̷i̷g̸h̴t̶)̷

A whimper of pain in the distance finally pulled him from his thoughts and he remembered what he was been doing before.

True, his brothers, he needed to find them, find a place to stay and then they had to decide whether to seek the Void God of this universe or not.

(And if while he was trying to get up his soul it almost hurt at the idea of not seeking t̷̯̂h̷̙͊è̶̳i̸̛̳r̴̺̎ ̶̫̌p̵̞͋ả̵̩r̷̭̔e̵̥͛ṋ̴̒t̵̻͝ ̶the God, he decided to ignore it).

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His feet were nowhere to be seen.

That's the first thing he notice when open his eyes.

(Was this his mother's handwork? Was it the multiverse itself that changed them to adapt to it? Was is the God of the Void that his mother had given them to?)

He... wasn't even sure if he was really awake or this was just a febrile dream.

Everything around him was dark, but a lot of noise could be heard around him, in fact the thing that awake him was some kind of giant bug trying to eat him before he kicked in the face.

A kick that led him to his actual situation, his feet are missing, his head is killing him and he's pretty sure that he needs new clothes.

(Fucking Dream and his fucking arrows, his goop could protect him from that, but his clothes were another story).

It takes him a couple of minutes to finally take a good look at another thing that wasn't his feet (or the lack of them), his tendrils for mere instinct killed a couple of the same type of bug that tried to attack him.

It was some kind of cave, the only light that he could see came from some kind of plant, (at least he think was a plant?) a he was being kind calling that a light, that thing was barely lit up something around it.

Something in the back of his mind moved with familiarity, as if he knew this place despite knowing that he had never set foot in such a place before.

(His soul from him itched in his chest, as if a part of him already missed his old house but another part wanted to tell him that he was already in home).

The more aware he became of his surroundings, the more Nightmare realized that he only knew that his legs weren't the only thing that had changed about him.

His concern now was that he also couldn't feel any of his brothers near him.

He ... had expected that if he was honest with himself, the amount of void that he had in his body and his mother's own blessing were the way to let him know where his boys were always, that was how he had found Horror, Dust, Killer and Cross all those years ago.

With his mother cutting off his connection to them when she gave them over to the Void God of this multiverse (and that shouldn't feel comforting, why did he feel that way?) now he had no way of knowing where where any of them were.

Which only left him with the option of walking around and hoping to find them before they got into trouble, he now regrets that they never got a phone...

...Would the phones even have worked in this universe?... did this universe even have phones?

...

Anyway.

His head was still hurting and he really didn't want to check, if his legs now ended in point, who knows how his skull looked like now?

Nightmare really just wanted to lay down and die when he realized that now he had to worry about the fact that now he might not be able to recognize his own siblings if their appearances had changed too much.

Could he even recognize himself if he saw his own reflection right now?

That ... that was something to worry about later, find his s̷i̷b̷l̷i̵n̶g̸s̵ brothers were his priority, his new appearance could wait until he found some reflective surface on the way.

First of all, how is he supposed to walk on these new legs?

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"This has to be a bad joke".

Horns.

Yes, those were definitely horns on Cross's head, they hadn't stopped being in the time that Cross had spent seen his distorted reflection in that strange purple crystal he found in the cave that he, Dust and Horror woke up.

Just above his nose and upward under his eye sockets a new layer of bone had formed, and although at first they believed it to be some kind of mask, it soon became clear that it was part of their body.

So, now they had horns because of it.

Not even the fact that his ribs weren't ribs anymore or that he could probably no longer call himself a skeleton was what shocked him.

Nope, it was the horns.

He looked like a damned cow! Void, this was the worst day of his life!

(That was a l̷i̶e̴, he really was happy that he and his family could now live in relative peace away from the creator and his minions, but seriously, did his mama really have to put horns on his head?)

His gaze finally drifted away from the glass and his reflection as he heard the sound of chewing.

... Horror was eating an insect...

Right, the mountain, cave, whatever, had miners and some animals inside.

And of course, the older one would have decided to take one and see if he could eat it, of course Dust wouldn't stop him, no, of course not, he was even passing another one to him.

"Those things have crystals, Horror, brother, partner, you're going to destroy your new stomach with that".

He tried uselessly to reason with the taller one, Horror had used much of his magic trying to dust off as many judges as he could and it was understandable that he was hungry.

But Cross also knew perfectly well that his brother had a lot of food in his dimensional pocket and was only eating insects to annoy him.

"Are you back in the land of the living yet Crossy? Or do I have to find more critters for Hor?"

Absolutely the worst.

"You are officially my least favorite brother Dust, first you dare to have cow horns and now you torture me by making Horror eat those... things". He said in the flattest voice he could mimic, Dust only chuckled knowing he wasn't serious (and if he allowed himself to smile when he saw the other showing emotions in a place other than their lair, no one said nothing).

A comfortable silence settled in the tunnel in which they had hidden from the miners, they did not doubt that they could beat them in a fight, but really, their first steps on their new legs (and that was a strange thought) were frankly shameful, so they decided that hiding and learning to walk was the first thing they should do for now.

And Cross knew they should be more concerned about that, about everything, about now being in this world they barely knew, about their physical changes, about the location of their three missing siblings...

But...

But he really didn't believe that his older siblings could be in danger, even without his mama taking care of them now, they were still strong, he didn't doubt that if someone tried to attack them, they would finish them off.

So, his only concern now was to prevent Horror from continuing to eat those crystal-

And now he was eating a miner.

"Dust stop giving him things to chew on!"

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Nightmare's gang in a new universe, what crimes they gonna do?

Eat Myla's relatives, apparently.

And yes, those will be their appearances for the rest of the fic, maybe with changes of clothes but idk.