Twisted brothers

Day 2

" SHES HERE!"
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" RUN"
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" NO!"
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"ILL KILL YOU"
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" I HATE YOU"
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"DONT!"
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" I' LL KILL YOU ALL"
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" I WONT LET YOU HURT HIM!"
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" PLEASE DONT LEAVE ME!"
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"AHHHHHHHHHHHH"
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".....he's gone....."
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" YOU LOST AND NOW I WILL KILL YOU ALL!"

Error shot up, gasping for air.
Another nightmare, these nightmares were beginning to get more frequent yet they only ever seem to be about the upcoming war.
Error sighed as he gripped his skull, tears slipping out of his tightly shut sockets. Error let staggered breaths escape his mouth as his body quivered, his clothes were drenched, in what error could only assume was sweat. The destroyer hopped off his hammock, his drowsiness finally washing away, he walked away from the gang not wanting them to wake up while he was changing. Error sighed at the irony of this whole situation the destroyer of worlds afraid of death, how pathetic. Error decided not to dwell on the situation and instead focus on the task at hand; the war was now one day away and he feared that the worst could happen. Error began to pace back and forth a habit usually done by the destroyer when anxious or deep in thought. Error began to play all different types of scenarios in his head and calculated the possibility of winning this  war and when he realized  their chances of winning his bones rattled in fear, they only had two possible chances of winning and only in one did they all come out alive.

Nightmare POV
I awoke to a sudden charge of power, I felt the atmosphere getting heavier and the aura growing darker, someone was emitting  a vast amount of negative energy and was making me stronger. To this I grew worried realizing that only one person could emit this type of negative energy and that was my destroyer himself, I glance towards the direction of errors hammock but there was no trace this only made me more anxious as I hopped off my hammock and began to search for the destroyer, I followed the aura and came to a halt when I was meet with the view of a frantically pacing error, his chest heaving up and down all while you could hear the rattling of his bones, he was scared. I walked up to him and grabbed his hand, to which error almost immediately jumped back, taken away by my unacknowledged presence. I smiled a faint smile  and grabbed errors other hand, error looked at me eyes watered on the verge of tears, staggered breaths escaped his mouth as he looked away eyes shutting tightly against each other, he desperately trying not to cry. I frowned watching as my destroyer suffered in silence wishing not to worry anyone else but i grew angry and somewhat upset seeing how error suffered it got me upset that he was driven to such an action of attempting to hide his emotions but I felt upset that my lover was suffering. I placed my hand on his cheek bone and rubbed it trying to sooth error, error looked at me grabbed my other hand and kissed it, grasping my hand against his mouth as he sniffled, I smiled and slowly brought my lover into a hug in which he coiled his arms around me and began to sob, his negative emotions gave me so much power, but I dismayed the charge of power and focused on my boyfriend. After an hour error finally managed to calm down and I took up the chance to question his unnatural behavior, don't get me wrong it's ok that my boyfriend is vulnerable from time to time but he rarely cries and when he does he cries for good reason. Error sighed and explained,

" I woke up from a nightma- my sleep and decided get up for a stretch when I started to analyze our chances of winning this war...."

" And.....what did percent do we have of winning this war?"

The destroyer of worlds sighed avoiding any to all eye contact with the prince of negativity.

" error? What chance do we have of winning"

"...We only really have two chance of winning..."

" only two chances? Meaning that the 98% of the time we'll lose..."