~* Nightmare's POV *~

I let Error go through the portal first, following behind him.  I eye his new... 'additions'.  It's obvious he has no practice.  The tentacles were limping on the ground, every once and a while one would twitch or spasm.  I sigh, this guy was worse than me when I first started out.  Though, it would be a fun side project.  

In all honesty, I'm kind of glad he accepted.  I've seen what kind of work he does, and what fights he entered.  He wouldn't stand a chance with those limping, useless things.  They'd work more as boobytraps than weapons with the ammount of training he had.  Loosing him, as much as he didn't want to admit it, would loose one of his sources of incomes that mattered.

Of course, being that he wouldn't join in the ativities on my end meant that the negative energy wasn't as big as it could've been, but it still was one of the beams that supported my high-and-mighty rain.

I followed through the portal, Error eying up the mansion.  Ah, home sweet home.  My favored negative aura was the cherry on top of the chocolate-only sundae with whipped cream.  The half-dead trees twisted and surrounded the area, a gravel road leading to the front of my proud, towering home collored with an assortment of dark colors.  

"Take a picture, it'll last longer...  Now, let's move along."  I took the lead, dispelling the shield over the door for acsess.  Looking back, to Error, waiting for a 'I'm ready.' nod.  He nodded.

Slamming open the door, I yelled.  "ALRIGHT IDIOTS, YOU BETTER HOPE AND PRAY WHATEVER KITCHEN FIRE YOU LIT IS PUT OUT!"  I could hear whatever clatter I got used to stop, seems like they noted my presence.  "Welcome to Hell, get used to it."  

We rounded a corner to a living room.  Horror was clinging to Dust's leg, nibbling on his leg saying something how 'Blood adds flavor.' while Killer was despertly trying to peel Horror off with a kitchen knife.  Cross was on the couch, watching this happen with a chocolate bar in hand.  A genuenly bored expression on his face while seemingly listening to a conversation that probably wasn't theirs, the culpret probably CC (Cross Chara).  I kept Error out of veiw behind my totally not-limping tentacles unlike Error's.

I take one last glance at the scene.  "Do me a favor and seperate them."  Cross looks up, shifting on the couch so he was facing towards me.  "Do I have to?"  I glared at him.  "Actually, this might come as a surprise to you, but yes, you do."  Cross shrugged.  "Can't argue with that."

Cross through a knife directly between Killer and Dust, a signal for 'Let me handle it' to Killer.  Killer immediantly backed off, Dust looking slightly shaken while shaking his leg with Horror on it ferociously.  Cross, with a great sigh, stood up and made his way to them.  Taking his own giant knife, he flipped Horror like a pancake, throwing him to the wall.

"Done."  Cross flopped on the couch again, Horror regaining himself while Killer and Dust found their way on the couch, Dust wrapping his leg with medical tape while Killer started to recite the 'hilarious' situation to Dust.  "Yep... hell it is..."  I mumbled.  At least they didn't decide to run around with paint, calling it 'paintball' when they dump a entire bucket of pink on me!!  I wasn't exactally a pink  person.

"Alright, meet our temporary guest.  Before you say anything stupid, he's going to be helping out with missions, and hopefully is going to keep your stupid asses out of trouble when I'm gone."  I stepped to the side, showing Error in his new goopy glory.  "Say hello to Error, as you can see he's had some improvements from his old state."  Error waved at them. 

Cross and Killer quickly cut off their 'Hello' when they saw the current state of their somewhat friend that visited sometimes a little to late then the rest of them.  "Woah, the hell happened to you?"  Cross's statement made Killer lean on the end of the couch, expecting him to speak and Error rolling his one useable eye.  "Great question Killer, I'm sure he'd enjoy telling us that story if he wasn't mute."  I said, faking a sickly sweet tone that everyone noticed.

Dust looked up, ripping the end of the medical tape and finishing the wrap, and chuckled.  "Y'know, he looks more like you, Nightmare, then Dream."  Dust widened his eyesockets a bit, laying himself on the back part of the couch.  "Hey, maybe you two should be brothers!"  I heard Horror call out from the corner he was thrown in, probably almost done recovering.  "Yeah!  You two should do that!"

I groaned.  "Why do I still deal with these morons..?"

Error shrugged.

The question was rhetorical.

Cross chuckled, I turned to him.  "Something you'd like to say?"  Cross looked away, a grin still present on his face.  "To be honest, he barely looks like 'Error' and more like you, besides the tear marks I mean."  This got a snort out of Killer.  "He's not...- sigh -Want to compare me and Error?  Fine!  He could get a new name for all I care!"  I rubbed he bridge of my nose-ish area.  I forgot why didn't kick these idiots out already.

Horror, now joining us, said. "Hey! That's a good idea!"  I sighed, deciding to sit down on a seperate couch away from them instead.  Don't want to listen to me?  Fine, not like I care!  

Killer, with a thoughtful expression, looked to the others.  "But... what would his name be?"  Horror went first.  "Nightmare #2?"  A simple sharpen of the tenticles was enough for him to back off on that idea.  "Errormare?"  I glared back at Dust, the one who chose that stupid name.  "Guys, we're going at this wrong.  We gotta get something close to 'Error', jeez.  Even I know we're gonna be  beheaded if we even get close to the name 'Nightmare.'"  Killer facepalmed.  Atleast he has some sort of sanity.

I sigh.  This was gonna be a bit.

"Mistake?"

"Failure?"

"Incorrect?"

"Fail?"

"Inaccuracy?"

"Slip-Up?"

Dust, Horror, and Killer exchanged names in their own little worlds, Cross mummuring things while looking at who is probably CC.  I looked over to Error, who looked almost as bored as me, slightly listening in as the other three kept going back and forth.

Cross immediantly perked up at unhearable words, calling out over the conversations and thoughts.  "Hey guys!  CC got a idea!"  We all turned to him, Cross's huge smile on his face.  "How about Fault?"  I'm a little surprised, that took less time than I thought.  "Not bad, not bad.  Imaginary golden star for Cross.  Hey Error, what do you think about 'Fault'?"  Error seemed to think for a moment, before nodding, small smile on his face.  "Cross, you being the only other adult here, show Err- Fault to his new living space." Cross nodded. "And also..."

"...Everyone, say hello to our new guest, Fault."

~* Ink's POV *~

I fall through the portal, Sci holding onto my arm and helping my stand upright.  God that hurt...  "D-Dream..."  I call out into the house.  I teleported us into our base of 'The Star Sanses', knowing someone on the team could help.  Dream rounded the corner, immediantly tensing up and running to our aid.  "OhMyGosh!  Ink, what happened?!  Are you guys okay?!"  He began worringly looking over us for wounds.  "I-I'm alright, i-it's Ink."  Dream took his word, slipping me into his own hands and carrying me to the couch to lay down.

I flinched as searing pain burned where I was touched, clenching my teeth as I looked to Dream.  "H-he..."  I coughed up whatever colors I had recently in a small fit, every hack hurting whatever lungs I had.  "He-e fo-ought back-k-- and-"  I coughed up a smaller fit this time, hurting every second.  Sci went to the bathroom to get the med-kit, being in our base before.  "Who did?!"  Dream's frantic voice snapped back my attention.

"Th-the t-test subjec-ct... h-he--"  Dream angled my face towards his, wanting a straight answer.  "Who did, Ink?!"  I could see small tears prick the end of his eyesockets, voice slightly breaking.

Sci came over, arms full of medical supplies.  "E-Error.  Error was our t-test subject.  W-we injected the apple extract into him, b-but he escaped before we could inject t-the antidote into him.  H-he destroyed the antidote before we could escape with it, and so... we left without it.  We're not s-sure what happened to him, b-but who knows what he's going to do."

I heard a pan clatter from the kitchen.  Of course Blue was here.  Now we owe Stretch for stepping his childhood innocence one inch deeper into the bottomless hole of forgotten things.  "So... our biggest problem... just became bigger...?"

"Y-yes..."

((Me : Time to write my whimmy-whim-whims with some sinny-sin-sins! 

Me: *Sits down* 

Me : *Checks stories* 

Me: *Checks stories* 

Me: *CHECKS STORIES* 

... 

:OOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO 

WHAT IN THE NAME OF DESTINY AND FATE---HOW DID PROJECT CP GET SO POPULAR, POPULAR, POPULAR?! 

Not that I'm complaining... 

STILL! 

Ohmygosh thank you guys! The one story close to rivaling it is Gravity of The Fall, and that took WEEKS-- possibly a MONTH to get the 34 reads and 12 votes it has. (Currently.)

But seriously wtf happened?? ;-; ' :'D

___________________

SO here's Chapter One rewrite!  We got 1,500 words on this chapter-- WOOT WOOT!  Takin these smol things and makin them bigger with SIN!  :D

I got a storyline for Chapter Three going for Fault's training, just so you know, it involves HUMOR.  Or whatever horrible sense of humor I have.  Whether you share my horrible pun sense and humor in general, you're gonna sit down, read it, and EnJoY (or to the best of your limits, anyways.)

See you in Chapter Two!))