| Why the hell would he join your 'gang'?

He's strong enough on his own. |

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Been lacking in the window visa.

Nightmare!POV
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Glitched hums crackled past Error’s teeth in the faintest crackling static. Drawn from him in an almost content sigh, hands fumbling tirelessly with the knitting supplies as he studies his new scarf with meticulous precision.

One of the few times he was given time to actually focus on doing things for himself. Without babbling Ink going on and on about redemption to him as if it wasn’t single-handedly the most obnoxious shit in the world. No one bothered him here.

Mismatched eyelights drifted upwards towards ever expansive blinding white of where he lived, faint sights of blue strings of his own magic tapered across like stars across the endless white.

Only one thing could ruin this...

Wet cold squelches drew him from his calm, his features pulling into a snarl as his hands yanked away from fabrics and metal which promptly clattered to the floor of the Anti-void with a resounding sound.

“ -k-k.” He groaned, mismatched eyelights snapping to look behind him as his head retched to look behind him. The sight of his glasses completely missing his mind to give way to pure annoyance.

Nightmare. Stars, how they managed to worm their way under his bones. Their black tar like form and all.