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One second. One second was the amount of time it took for Nightmare to screw up. One second was the amount of time it took Nightmare to scrutinize Error. And in return, one second was the amount of time it took Error to D̶̘̲̗̑̓̏̃͗͂͒̕͜é̴̠̲̒̀̐̕ş̵̧̢̜͈̳̩̳̼̀̿̄͌̎͜t̴͍̬̑̈́͆͠ȏ̸̥͎͍͇̟̅̓̓͝r̸̨̨̠͈̞̹̟͙̯̗͗͐y̶̢͙̪̮̜̞̰̠̥̟̍̓̔̒ Nightmares Gang, to rip their code to shreds.
The event having only been witnessed by the two gods in question, one only truly a god and the other a mockery of one. This was Nightmares fault and Nightmares fault only. This shouldn’t have occurred, this shouldn’t have happened, he should’ve kept his remarks to himself. But he didn’t, and that was on him.
One second turned into an hour to a month to a year to a decade and as the days blended together to a century. It was hard, so very hard, to remember his boys who he once cherished.
Nightmare cursed himself every night for letting even the most important memories slip away, keeping himself away through the moon cycles trying his best to remember even the smallest of details.
Why couldn’t he remember what Killers face looked like anymore? Why couldn’t he remember the taste of Horrors cooking? Why couldn’t he remember A̴͎͐̈͋̏̈͆̓͌̈́ͅn̷̛̥͓̩̥̜̳̋͋̓̀́̿y̸̡͚̱̞̐̂̓́̀͘t̷̳̹̺͎̖̮͑̽͛̉͋h̴̭̮̹̫̞̺͗͒̚͝i̷̙̘͉̘͊͆̓̔̎̃͋̈́͠͝ͅn̸̪͖̠̤̯͚͎̒̿͗̅̍̒͑͛͋g̸̳̺̓̑̒̓̀́̓?! It hurt, oh it hurt so unbearably bad. Was this really worth the remark towards Error? Was this really worth the pain and suffering?
Millenniums came and went in a blink of an eye, just as the lives of those dearest to Nightmare went. Time being snatched away from his slimy tendrils as he screamed for it to stop and let him go back. But there was no going back.
Why did he cry? Why did these guilt ridden feelings swirl within him, attacking his SOUL? For who did he long for? Who did he miss? Nightmare could no longer remember who or what was missing, for who or what was lost and forgotten.
And so, Nightmare moved on, and though his SOUL weeped more and more for those forgotten each century, he moved on, and that’s what those forgotten would have wanted.