(Hello! Welcome to TP. This story was originally discontinued by yours truly but brought back again and redone. The story is a bit different, and I didn't go through the trouble of deleting all the original comments. Please let me know if this is any good! I would appreciate the feedback. Happy reading! <3)
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A black figure sat at the large table in the dining room, sipping upon their usual black coffee and reading a book. The rest of the gang was still asleep, snoring in their raggedy beds happily unaware of their leaders' current predicament.

It was around three in the morning, and the bright of the crescent moon outside seemed to beat down on the guardian who was pretty much nocturnal, never caring for the thing the others had come to enjoy. Sleep.. ugh. Who ever heard of needing it to feel well rested? He had his caffeine.

It was a bothersome idea to him, he could never sleep. Not with those constant night terrors haunting his mind during the late hours of the night when no one was there to keep him awake and away from these certain thoughts.

He was prone to having a panic attack, if not worse. But that wasn't where his head was as of now... Instead, it was occupied by Error, and the deliberate feelings of affection he knew he felt towards the other. Unbeknownst of this, the destructive skeleton sought a relationship with Ink. A vile protector of the alternative universes, and the leader of the star shits.
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4 hours passed sitting at that table, staring at an open book upon the black-marbled surface with distaste. The two had begun hanging out. The ink stain and his beloved.

It was sickening to watch that falsely positive skeleton invade his great castle with the glitch that was rightfully his. The skeleton was getting much too comfortable in his living space, and too comfortable with *his* Error.

Suddenly his chest began to burn, and Nightmare's breath hitched with newfound pain. What was that feeling? A small stretching feeling in his SOUL.. it was painful. It burned, badly. It felt as if little thorns were tearing at his health; shaving it down until... It stopped short, abruptly as it had made itself known, the pain vanished without another thought, and the monster was left feeling confused.

What had happened? He had felt jealousy many a time before, from both others and his own feeble emotions but it had never been painful. It had taken him in its slimy grip and tightened his chest up, fueling his despise for that soulless being.

But this. This was different.
He did not like this feeling unlike how he enjoyed feeding on others. But maybe he just needed to get some nutrients. Yes, that was it.. food. He hadn't taken to digesting anything for the past 48 hours, and now it was taking its toll on his body. He arose, shutting the book that lay on the table and pushing his magnificent chair into the table.

It was a short walk to his kitchens, where he found peaceful silence. The quiet hum of appliances was the one noise he was able to identify and slightly enjoy as he waltzed toward the fridge. Moving aside a few definitively spoiled food items he grabbed eggs, and bacon, and leaned up out of the cold with a satisfied hum.

One could say he enjoyed cooking, even if he could only produce a small abundance of meals, like breakfast. He wasn't as talented as Horror, but that was alright.

Grabbing a couple of pans, he set them on the stove and turned the heat up, and began the wondrous journey of preparing a morning meal for the party of five, including himself, of course.
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~~~~30 minutes later.~~~~
The pain had come back now. A small blossom of it was ignored as he finished plating up his creation of eggs and bacon.

"Maybe this will help with the pain." He silently reminded himself, lifting the four other plates with the globular appendages attached to his being and moving to the dining hall once again; only to find all chairs filled, except his own.

"Gooooood~ morning, Boss." One said as ink began traveling down his cheeks, a feline smile taking his face. Killer. I nodded my silent greeting, setting the plate in front of him and addressing the other three who stayed silent in their exhaustion from the last mission.

"Dust, horror, Cross." They nodded, I gave them plates, sat, and we had our meal. A peaceful silence between the monsters as they ate the small breakfast, their Boss at the end of the table quietly picking at his eggs.

The pain in his SOUL did not waver, and he could not bring himself to lift his hand.
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Arlo <3
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