the unamused captive

the non meeting, meeting

"morning lazy bones" killer hollered, welcoming the destroyer back into the world 

"huh?" error muttered as he rubbed his left temple, his body slightly glitching in confusion 

but as his vision became less fuzzy he soon saw the familiar faces, along with the memories before his crash 

calming down slightly he fixated his growing anger on the skeleton responsible for bringing him away from his anti-void 

"so I guess what I say doesn't mean anything to you, does it?" error asked with piercing eyes 

to which the negative skeleton merely rolled his eyes 

"no, not really" nightmare laughed as he sat next to the destroyer, but not too close to trigger his phobia 

leading the destroyer to grumble annoyance as the other bad guys smirked and sat on either the floor or the other sofa occupying the room 

"so, are we going to start the film yet or what?" killer asked as he picked up his collection of horror films 

"I thought you said this was a meeting?" error accused throwing another dirty look at nightmare 

"well it is a meeting in a sense, so I didn't exactly lie" nightmare admitted smugly 

past the point of annoyance the destroyer tried to create a portal to leave this "not meeting, meeting" 

only when he lifted his hand he saw 2 things

1, a portal was not appearing 

and 2, he was wearing a pair of clothes that looked exactly like his own hands 

"a little rude of ya to try and leave while we're having a meeting" nightmare commented, noticing what error was trying to accomplish

"so is kidnapping someone and forcing them to do something they don't want to do" error responded 

"he's got you there" horror interjected as he entered the room, bringing snacks from the kitchen he had escaped to while the movie was being set up  

"Stop being such a drama queen and just watch the movie" dust added in throwing one of the chocolate bars in the destroyers face, hitting him where his non-existent nose was before dropping into his lap 

error growled picking up the bar, ripping off the wrapper and eating it in a huff 

in the end, error did actually enjoy himself, he dust and nightmare sitting on the sofa whilst cross, horror and killer lay on the ground which was starting to get cluttered with chocolate wrappers and accidentally dropped popcorn 

the group ended on watching a comedy horror movie about a serial killer that made jokes each me he killed, the bigger the group, the better the jokes 

the error only barely enjoyed it, he didn't enjoy killing for pleasure like the others, he mainly did it to keep the peace of the multiverse

the movie went on for a good 3 hours and a half, so when the credits began to roll nightmare wasn't surprised to notice that he was the only one awake 

horror and killer were sleeping in a tight hug, horror trying to eat killer while he was sleep punching the other 

cross was hugging his scarf while dust was mumbling about how dust was like the devil's snow 

error himself was sleeping with all his limbs tucked close like a cat, mumbling about how ink was the Bain of his existence 

nightmare quietly chuckled to himself as he saw all their positions 

using his tentacles he carefully picked up the sleeping figures and took them to their rooms, each specialized to represent each individual that lived there 

only that left nightmare with a sleeping error as he placed the others in their beds 

nightmare turned to a room that he kept spare just in case error ever decided to leave the void and live in the mansion 

nightmare never properly understood why the destroyer didn't, no matter how hard he got close to the truth 

the voices in the empty space were insufferable, he was oh so very easy to find, so alone and vulnerable to attacks, not to mention he had nowhere to hide if needed to recover

that was the reason why he didn't take the gloves of when he placed the destroyer on the never-used bed 

the destroyers spare room had a dark oaked wardrobe, a single bed with dark blue covers and red pillow, a red bean bag chair and a small fridge for chocolate, along with a chest filled with dark coloured thread, cotton balls and knitting needles, 

nightmare had tried to fit it to errors style as much as possible, the negativity god knew the destroyer would like it if he just gave it a chance 

nightmare merely sighed as he left the destroyer to rest, entering his own room consisting of echo flowers that repeated the negative speeches of sinners, black water fountains and a small tree to the side of his bed

as he slid into his own bed of black covers and pillow, he began to disappear into the depths of the darkest of dreams 

his own personal paradise