still can't think of a title

1. The Story Of 3 Blokes Who Do Fuck All

I've been reading for the past fifteen minutes, hoarding one of the only pieces of furniture in a white void filled with something akin dead people, because I'm double-dead and can't leave the 20 foot vicinity of a deranged skeleton who runs on Windows XP without getting dragged back. Paint that picture for me.
This is completely normal, believe it or not. Nothing right now is out of the ordinary, except for the drop in activity of the other voices. They're still there, because every once in a while I'll hear someone saying penis. Again, it's normal. Me and Error are distancing as much as we can with our limits, his back is turned and so is mine. I've got no clue what he's doing, and I don't want to know. Usually there's someone else here, no more tolerable than Error, but he's out somewhere I guess. I'm on the fifth chapter of an old book that was stolen, despite having horrible eyesight, when I'm very rudely interrupted by both me and the bean bag I'm sitting on falling over. Dammit, on my back too. My poor spine has had enough.
"Hey what the hell? I'm trying to read over here!"
I hear audible frustration coming from Error's direction.
"You never fucking read except for now. Get over it." He retorts with a bite in his voice.
"Whatever. At least I'm not being murdered." One of the voices giggle, presumably Voice 1. While feeling around for my book on the floor, I get pulled a little further.
"STOP." No response, yet the dragging continues. "DUDE FUCKING STOP. YOU WON'T EVEN LET ME GET UP." There's a short silence again. I flip over and lift myself up to my feet to see Error pacing, which is not something that normally happens. He does things instead of thinking about them. He's not a quiet person.
"The hell is up with you?"
"Nothing." He says, with a surprising amount of venom.
"Everyone who knows you understands that when you say "Nothing" you're lying. More than usual, at least."
"Yeah, what's happening?" Voice 1 chimes in. Perhaps with enough pressure we could get him to break. It's not like that's ever failed. Sure, last time it ended in me dying, but it worked.
"I mean it. Nothing."
"You're so much worse than lying than you think, because since when did you take up pacing as a daily activity?" It's not like Error could deny it, he's pacing still. If you think he wouldn't be able to before, he definitely could. Trust me. If he could deny being gay for like a year, he can deny pacing for the rest of time.
"Just recently." He stops pacing, which was not proving his point.
"Yeah, because that's not sussy."
Voice 1 groans at that.
"I've told you a million times, I don't fucking understand what 'sussy' means." Sometimes it's funny how annoyed he gets from interactions like these.
Voice 2 chatters a faint "You're such a sussy baka", before getting metaphysically attacked by Voice 1. I don't hear it for the rest of the trip.
"Whatever. I still know something's up, I was in your head for a while before you killed me. You can't hide shit from us."
"Fuckin- I'm a bit stressed, so what. You don't need to get on my case for fucking walking." The venomous tone in Error's voice only increased. Even from far away, and with bad eyesight, I could see his body language getting progressively more angry.
" 'A bit stressed'? Damn, how unusual," That was sarcastic, he's always stressed. All the fucking time. "Just tell us, what are we even gonna do other than make fun of you a lil'?"
Apparently that did it.
"God dammit. Fine. I'm worried as hell, I'm tired, and you guys aren't fucking helping. So shut up and go read your fuckin' book."
I paused. "You're worried? Really? About what?"
"Just be quiet. I've told you enough." He's really adamant on not looking my way right now. Usually he tries harder to be intimidating, but he's just facing away with his arms crossed.
"Ohoho no you haven't. It's not common you're worried. Now we absolutely need to know."
No response. At least it's normal for him to ignore us, and he does it quite well. You'd be surprised as how much internal screaming Error can put up with, because it's quite a lot.
"Come on, dude. Public vulnerability sucks, I know, especially when we're the public. But you can't keep everything from us. We always win."
A few seconds pass.
"You gonna spit it out or what?"
"No."
I let out a slightly annoyed sigh before turning back to the bean back and picking up my book. "Fine. Just let me fucking read."

It's been a while, I'm back on the bean bag. I've stopped reading by now, because reading is boring, so I'm half asleep instead. Perhaps I would have gotten well deserved rest if I didn't get dragged across the ground again.
"Ugh--!" I barely had time to properly wake up. "What the fuck, man? I was trying to sleep that time!"
"I let you read. You aren't reading anymore."
He's still walking. I feel like he's doing it on purpose, just to cause me pain. It's not uncommon around here.
"Where are we even going?"
"Shut up."
"Okay, jeez, well, stop for a second and let me get up. I'm injured, you know."
"You're always injured."
"That's your fault, and I'll never stop using it as an excuse."
Reluctantly, Error stopped walking and let me stand up. As soon as I'm on my feet he immediately starts walking again. I have to quickly balance and catch up before I got knocked down again. I couldn't get too close to him, but I get close enough to talk.
"So... where are we going? And why are you walking, can't you just open a portal?" I ask again, desperate to get at least one answer out of him before the opportunity ceased.
"I can open portals to certain places better in some areas than others." This sounds like bullshit to me, but I know nothing about that so I take it as a reasonable answer.
"Cool. Where are we going, though?"
"Somewhere." I can hear how fed up he's getting.
"Where is somewhere?" Voice 1 asks this time.
"Not important."
"Ugh, for fucks sake- why are you always so difficult?"
Some noise of agreement can be heard from Voice 1, followed by "I know right, where's Blue when you need him lol."
And at that, Error stops in his tracks.