Stories of an Ex Forced God of Destruction

Just a Bit of Dabblin'

(Welp, being sick sucks. Especially when you've had a fever of 39 degrees Celsius for the better part of a week.

I couldn't think of one major chapter bases, but I wanted to get something out for everyone to enjoy, so you get dabbles.)

<--- The Walls Have Eyes --->

Error quietly opened the door of the mansion, doing his best to not make to much noise. Looking around, the only people in the living room were Dust, Horror and Killer, who were playing Mario Kart.

Loudly.

"Fuckin' dammit, Horror! Stop droppin' bananas in front of me!" Dust shouted.

Horror chuckled in response. "Well, maybe if you stopped followin' me so closely, it wouldn't be a prob- Damn you, Killer!"

"Maybe you should start payin' more attention to your surroundings, rather than just pickin' on Ashtray."

"Don't call me that!"

Error carefully closed the door behind him and snuck past the three bickering Sanses, making sure to keep the bag he was holding as still as possible. Horror was the challenge, in this case, since he had such impeccable hearing and sense of smell. But he seemed too distracted to notice the glitchy bean.

Error finally reached the stairs, wishing that no one had made that no teleportation rule, once again. A shortcut would make his life so much easier right now.

He carefully crept up the stairs, making sure to skip the third step, which squeaked, loudly, despite the mansion not even being a year old yet.

/Bad design, Inky. Bad design./ he thought.

Once he got to the top of the stairs, he started to quickly make his way to his room, where he would finally be safe.

Sounds from the next flight of stairs got his attention, and he made a mad scramble to a nearby pot plant to hide behind.

Ink basically flew down the stairs, holding a bundle of brown scarves. "You'll never take me alive!"

Dream soon came running down the stairs, an apron wrapped around his waist and a basket in his hands. "Ink, get back here! Those scarves are starting to smell like dirty socks! They need a wash!"

"Never!"

They ran into the living room and disappeared down a hallway, occasionally muffled shouting the only hint left of them.

Error finally got out of his hiding spot before quietly continuing his journey to his room.

But this was the hardest part, because he would have to get past Blue's room to get to his.

If Blue wasn't in his room, then it would be fine, nothing to worry about. But if he was, he just seemed to know when Error was trying to be sneaky and would always catch him.

Every, single, time.

So, stealth? Or speed?

Blue's door started to open slightly. Speed it was.

Error sprinted past Blue door, basically a dark blur at that point, and threw himself through his bedroom door before Blue even had the chance to say anything, confusing the hyper skeleton.

Luckily, Blue just shrugged it off. He had to go back to Underswap anyway.

Finally safely in his room, Error let go of a deep breath, relaxing slightly. He looked inside his bag seeing his "purchases" were undamaged, thankfully.