A/N: I have to put something here~

WARNING: Death, an actual curse word (There's like two or three), violence

NIGHTMARE'S P.O.V.

The voice has gotten more annoying! It's even more frequent and has more words!!! I swear if 404 doesn't get here soon I might just go find Ink myself!

'Brother! I'm here! Listen to me! Don't take it, we'll find a different way!' I had the urge to disagree with the voice... I shook my head, my dark matter began acting up again.

"What did you do to me you troublesome painter?" I growled pacing my room as I tried to fix my dark matter.

ERROR404'S P.O.V.

Ink actually agreed to come with me, maybe it was the fact that Error was with me or the chance to see Nightmare suffer, but I didn't know what was really going on with Nightmare, but if I said that he was in trouble... Ink would jump to come with me. I think the guy is off his hinges, but he is coming willingly!

I looked at the castle and back to Ink. 

'Lets go.' I sighed, Ink nodded. It's crazy how he carries almost nothing on him and he can vanish in almost a of blink the eye why there is any trouble, I bet he is using, but seeing as he hates magic and he only uses it if he HAS to. He believe magic is overused and could lead to dire consequences, now he has some good points, but there is no way he can get enough monsters to stop using magic to make much of a difference.

We went by the village making our way to leave the village. I was surprised Error actually agreed to accompany Ink and I to Nightmare's castle. As you know Error struggles with the social part of socializing, so he gets intimidated easily. So him going to Nightmare's Castle was exceedingly surprising, maybe leaving Error alone here was a good idea.

As we made our way to the gate to leave we were stopped by BP. Ink examined BP and his men.

"Error did you pay your taxes?" Ink asked

"yEaH BuT I wAS a LItTle ShOrT.. ." Error explained.

"Oh..." Ink straightened he tried to make himself as tall as possible as he went to talk to BP for us, though I am pretty sure if I was able to speak again I would've been able to sort this out myself, but things happen.

Ink's talk seemed to leave BP in more of a foul mood! I rubbed my nasal bone in annoyance, he better not be getting Error in trouble... and just like that a now very red BP pushed past us.

'What did you say to him?' I asked.

"Don't worry about it! BP said he'd leave us alone." Ink said, but judging by BP's reaction I highly doubted it, but I let it slide, Error and I can handle anything that BP could throw at us.

As we exited the village, Ink stayed by Error's side, not that I minded... but Ink wasn't always the best role model for Error, but hell nobody here could be considered a good role model either, I'm probably worse than Ink.

I led the way, but not even a few hours in and Ink was already grumbling about being hungry! We weren't holding him prisoner so he could make his own food, but when I pointed that out he complained his feet hurt... this is why I don't want kids if I ever get the chance, Ink is an adult, but he acts like a child!

"wOah, InK--" Error started to say something  and when I turned to see what Ink was doing, I saw a cloaked figure replacing Error and Ink. He held a flimsy scythe, another Grim Reaper wannabe... I looked around for Error and I put my hands up to sign. I was attacked!

'Stop!' I panically signed, for the 'Sans of Destruction', I was pretty lousy at my job... Nightmare knew this that's why I was in charge of the prison cells and searches. I dodged another attack and summoned my strings.

I wish I could talk again! This was annoying not being able to talk to them to find out what was going on, well actually I wanted to know why they attacking me.

I pulled the fake reaper blade from the faker, it didn't look anything like the real vigilante's and I really hope I am never put on that end of his blade... I shivered and looked at the faker, he probably didn't know sign language... but it doesn't hurt to find out right?

WRONG SO WRONG!

I realized my mistake too late... I didn't check if there was another monster... I should've, oh GOD I really wish I did.

I heard his footsteps too late, and as I made my approach to the faker I was stabbed by a sharpened black bone... I grabbed the end of the bone weakly trying to keep it inside of me... but it broke off instead.

'Fucking Hell I...I didn't even...' I collapsed and enclosed the bit of the bone in my hands. I tried dragging myself away, but I knew I wouldn't make it very far... so I laid there looking hatefully at the monster who stabbed me...

'Fuck you... Error'll find out! I'll make sure of it you dirty little bastard!' I silently promised holding the bone bit to myself. 

I waited to dust... and I pray to a God... The only god that would listen to me know was the god of Death, maybe he'll give me a bit of mercy and help keep my promise...

"Hey... Death... before you take my SOUL and drag me down into the after life... do me two small favors, please? I'll be more willing to cooperate with you... keep my brother safe, he can be a handful, believe me I-I know... and please, please help find out who killed me... please?" I watched my body begin to disappear, I sobbed laid my head down in defeat.

On the bright side... I'll get to see my family again... I hope I don't see you Error for a very very very long time... I love you brother.

A/N: Let's keep it rolling!