Dream felt something poke his cheek. It was hard, like bone. Was it Ink?

"Dream"

"Five more minutes" The guardian mumbled, was it just him or was the voice a lot deeper than Ink's voice? This IS Ink poking him, right?

"Dreeeaaammmm, wake up" Huh. The voice was a lot deeper than Ink's.

"Noooooo" he groaned, his head hurt like he's just been run over by a truck.

"... Nightmare isn't goopy"

"WHAT?!" Dream shouted, jolting up and banging his skull against another. "Oooowwwwww, what's that for dreamy?" Dream whined at the nickname and looked at the skeleton.... A red target floated in front of his chest and black tear marks ran down from his void-like eyes. "What is it Killer..." he moaned, still tired.

...

...

...

Wait......

"KILLER???!!!" Dream screamed before teleporting to the other side of the room. "Wha- Where are we?!" The killer shrugged. "I've been in here for a few weeks, I think we're in my mind." Dream's eye sockets twitched. "I'm in your mind? I'M IN YOUR MIND?!" Dream shrieked. "How did I even get here! I just remember seeing Blueberry who looked hurt and then I got whacked by something hard!" Killer hummed. "Oh yeah!" The sans grinned, "Blue dragged you in here while eating Krème brûlée! He wouldn't give me any"

There were so many things wrong with that one statement. To access someone's mindscape, you need to go through the dreamscape and the only ones that could enter the dreamscape was his dead mother, him and Nightmare. To hear that you innocent friend who couldn't even swear entered the dreamscape was shocking. He managed to drag Dream's mind here, and not to mention that the dreamscape was like a never-ending maze! No, wait, how did he even get hold of Dream's mind?!

"Blueberry did what?" Dream asked in disbelief, his jaw slightly agape. "No, wait, How do you know Blueberry?" Dream wondered out loud. "How can I NOT? He's in your Star Idiots team! He's also the famed destroyer's best and first friend!" Killer laughed. Dream stared at Killer. "Best friends with Error?" He asked numbly. "First friend of the destroyer?" Before Dream could ask any more questions, the killer had already started rambling about Blueberry.

"He comes over to the base to cook a lot, something about trying to find 'Retcon's perfect cookie recipe'. He likes hanging out with Dust as well" Killer said casually. "Even better, he helps us help Error avoid getting every single one of his bones of his broken!"

"...so Blueberry's.... a spy?" Dream whispered. "Oh! No, he loves being in your team. He just hates Ink and watching his friend get brutally tortured in front of him, you can't blame him now, can you?" Dream opened his mouth to answer only to get cut off. "Oh, wait, you don't know how to help your friend when they need you the most! Especially your brother!" The guardian of positivity stiffened. "What do you mean? I did try to help my brother! He's the one that decided to eat the black apples!"

Killer blinked before gasping," if we're in my mind, that means I can show you my memories!" He said in joy.

"....pardon?" Dream questioned.

"What do you mean Dreamy?"

"One, my name is Dream. Not Dreamy and two, I'm your enemy. You work for my brother. Or is he forcing you, like what Colour suspects and even then, why do you want to show me your memories?"

Killer hissed, "don't mention his name. That idiot doesn't know anything about me." He sighed. "And I decided to trust you because I promised Blue I wouldn't try to stab you, maybe this would help you try and understand your brother more. It may even open your eye."

Dream raised an non-existent eyebrow. "Eye? I have two eyes, not one Killer. Why am I even talking to you?"

"All will be explained Dream and you're talking to me because you love me~" Killer giggled. "I mean, who doesn't~"

"Try every AU that knows of your existence" Dream answered immediately with a small, innocent smile.

"Oh if that was true" Killer smirked. "You have no idea"

"Whatever" Dream huffed. "Just show me what you want to show me."

"Alrighty, Dreamy! Who do you want information on first, Blue, Dad, or Mom?" Killer grinned.

Dream, who didn't know who this 'Mom' and Daddy was, decided to know more about his small blue friend.

Killer nodded and the mindscape shifted into a.... theatre? "What?" Dream asked. "When did you guys have time to go to a theatre? Not to mention one as comfortable as this one". Killer grinned. "Nightmare built a theatre in the castle for movie night, everyone has their own beanbag" Killer smiled. "I still don't know who the lavender one is for" Killer pointed at the smallest beanbag. "Boss usually never lets anyone sit on it but since it's my mindscape, you can sit in it" Killer looked at the screen.

Dream looked at the beanbag. If he sat on it, he would be the perfect size. He sat down and melted into it. It was so soft. "Where did Nightmare get these beanbags?"

"Mom made them" Killer grinned. Dream didn't ask who this 'Mom' was.

The screen lit up as a picture of blueberry cooking appeared on the screen. It was a large kitchen, a rather clean one as well.

"Heya Blue!" Killer's voice shouted from the speakers.

"Wait, this memory is in first-person point of view!" Dream gasped. "Of course Dreamy, this is a memory! Not a movie!" Killer smirked.

"Whatcha doing?" The voice asked

The small blue skeleton was covered in flour and cookie dough. "I met a child named Retcon. He offered me some cookies. I'm pretty sure he mastered the art of cooking. His cookies are something to die for." Blue chirped. "I want to make you guys something as great as his cookies one day"

The camera angle tilted. "Retcon huh... How did he get into your au?"

"I'm not quite sure actually. He mentioned something about being Retconned, an event which wipes whatever it touches out of existence in all timelines" Blue frowned, "Apparently he's from a different Multiverse as well. He's only a child and his parents forgot him! It's not their fault but it's still sad" The usually cheerful sans sighed. "At least his Error is looking after him!"

The voice chuckled. "So it seems that no matter the Multiverse, Error is always a parental figure" The two went silent, the only sound heard was Blue making the cookies. "Can I be the first to try your cookies?" Killer asked eagerly. "Sorry Killer, Dusty asked first. I'll allow you to be the second person to try. They won't be anything like Retcon's though. Here, try one" Blue gave the camera a plate of cookies and a hand took one before the sound of chewing could be heard. ".....these are heaven...." Killer's voice whispered in shock. "I know!" Blue giggled before the screen faded to black.

"Wait, that's it?" Dream exclaimed, slightly disappointed that the memory was over. "No. There's more" Killer laughed. "What, are you enjoying it?" He teased enjoying the way that Dream stuttered a response. "The next one is from when we first met Blue."

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Mercy looked at the door that led to a room of whispering teachers. His sharp hearing allowed him to hear much of their rather interesting conversation, not to mention the fact that the subject was himself. He subconsciously listed the names of the voices he recognised.

"Do you think he's the new sowing teacher?" 

"Obviously!"

"Are you sure Ink? He looks like he would be a military officer..." 

"I agree with Dream, look at all those scars!" 

"Shut up, your all exaggerating" 

"I'm telling the truth Error! He should be dead with all those scars! Some of them even look new!" 

"I'll be the judge of that once I see him"

The evesdropper's mind started to wonder at the word 'judge' while still being able to notice everything going on around him. 'JuDgE...wHat a sTraNge cOncePt...' he thought as he closed his eye sockets. As thoughts interrupted his mind, static echoed in reality to notify those in hearing range that Mercy was in fact in the room next to the closet and that yes, the teachers were being rather rude to the newcomer.

Shuffling could be heard from the room before the door swung open. Mercy blinked at the black skeleton in front of him cautiously, it was like staring at a reflection that showed your younger self... if your younger self had lived a happy life that is... and was a rather moody adult. The other also seemed rather startled at the appearance of the arrival.

"So...you must be the new...teacher" his reflection hesitantly asked. Mercy eyed his copy and noted down every detail. "That iS corRecT" Mercy replied, each word dripping with bitter resentment. All of the skeletons flinched away from the awful noise that accompanied the destroyer's glitching voice. The black skeleton's eye sockets narrowed in distaste at his own voice, perhaps he hadn't improved in keeping the static and glitching to a minimum. Alas, at least none of the lookalikes fled the scene.

Error gulped, so the new teacher was indeed the stranger that had interrupted his talk with his son. As much as he wanted to tell the taller to back off, the aura that practically strangled Error told him otherwise.

"May I ask what subject you are teaching?" Ink questioned hopefully, perhaps this would cure the tension in the room and distract the potential threat long enough to get his husband out of harm's way. "I heard you were teaching something that had to do with the art industry? I would love to help plan your first lesson today!" The art teacher added cheerfully.

Mercy tilted his head at his opposite's counterpart, distrust showing clearly in his eyes. "I do indeed teach a type of art. I teach the art of stabbing certain poor individuals who cross my path with tiny needles that sow into their skin and bones, etching itself into their memories, forever tainting their souls with my blue strings." the sowing teacher gave a chilling closed eye smile. "My abilities will never compare to hers though. Her threads wrap around your neck like death's noose and it'll slowly wring the life out of you. Every incorrect choice you make, every thought that convinces you to stray from the painful path she has chosen for you will allow her hold over your mind to tighten until you're nothing more than a puppet trapped in the puppeteers red threads."

Mercy spun on his heels and walked out towards the exit of the room. "The bell will ring in about 5.83 minutes, I suggest you get to your class" he hummed before turning around towards the hallway and vanishing from the other teachers view, strangely, his voice didn't glitch when he threatened the teachers.

The room frowned into eerie silence.

Dream decided to speak up. "Error, why did you just have to provoke the new teacher?" The astronomy teacher whimpered, still shaking from the aura that had once filled the room. "You did this to everyone, even my brother..." he went silent.

"Seriously? Just because I decided to test how strong your brother was, doesn't mean the injuries he got was my fault!" Error snorted "Ain't that right Ink?"

Error's husband flinched and looked away. He... didn't exactly approve of his love's methods but what can he say? This school was slowly crumbling from the inside, they were desperate. "I...I just think you should have been nicer to your look alike..." Ink whispered, "you still haven't apologised to Dream for what you did to his brother yet". The PE teacher rolled his eyelights before stomping out the room, leaving the last three teachers in the lounge alone. "I apologise for Error's behaviour Dream, Cross..." the creative skeleton mumbled before heading to his class. Cross glared at Error's favourite mug before pushing it off the table. "C-Cross!" Dream yelped as the sound of the shattering of glass echoed through the lounge. "What?! He deserves it! That cocky bastard sent your brother to the hospital and still refuses to say a simple sorry!" Cross resorted before grabbing his bag and leaving.

Dream looked at the clock. "If only no one had to suffer in this prison like school anymore..." he sighed before leaving as well.

No one was left in the room. There were no footsteps, sound of breathing or signs of life in the dull room. That was, off course, until a single red thread shot through the room, leaving it to slowly crumble into code. Fate had arrived.

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Error: FIGHT ME!

Mercy: *defenestrates Error*

Error: AHHHHhhhhh

Cross: 10/10

Dream: 10/10

Ink: ;-;

Merciless: HEY! THAT'S MY JOB!

Mercy: wha- Wait, Blue?!

Merciless: ahahah, gtgbai!-

Mercy: hold up, GET BACK HERE-