"An errors luck"(an errormare story )

Chap 7 (commotion)

(Sorry for the long pause but I've been going through quite a lot in my day-to day life and needed a mental break. So I'm very sorry I hope you can forgive me and enjoy this chapter instead ^^)

(Third POV)

Nightmare stood still,his gaze never leaving Error's. His tendrils hung low in surprise,though his face did not hold the same emotion. He held the same calm,seemingly icy glare;although he was not trying to seem intimidating, more or less keeping his posture. His voice was demanding and strong,yet it seemed to be calmer and more wary."Error?..." he repeated gently "...calm,down.." Error stared at him tensely.his blue strings lowering slightly.

A small rumble could be heard from within his rib cage. It was slightly glitched and sounded odd. But it was clear he was groaning. His four eyes blinked, but only two re-opened. leaving the original two on their own once again. He looked at nightmare unblinkingly, his Egyptian blue strings now having faded away, ceasing to have ever exist- only leaving small traces of magic behind. Suddenly the tension in the room disappeared as if it was never there as Cross nervously spoke up. "I-it was only a bowl of water..." he trembled out as he still stood behind Nightmare and his goopy tendrils. Everyone was looking at him with confusion, but most importantly annoyance. Especially from Nightmare. "GET OFF ME YOU TWAT!!" He yelled out, immediately smacking him in the head with a tendril. Moving away, almost with a look of disgust on his face. "AGHhHhH!! IM SORRYYYYY!!" Cross yelled back as he lay on the floor waving his arms and legs about. Nightmare said nothing after that, just giving him a cold and unforgiving stare as he squirmed on the ground.

By then the others had soon lost interest and had gone back to doing their things, like Horror trying to calm dust down as Nightmare had gotten goop all over his favourite jacket. And Cross whimpering on the floor below Nightmare as he scolded him. And Killer- wait- where was Killer?

Killer abruptly walked in through the front door, carrying six bags filled to the brim with shopping. "Oh guysss!~ I'm back!!" He spoke with a high pitched voice. Making it sound like people liked him more than what they actually do. "Guy- ...oh- what happened here?" His self entitled tone dropped to one of confusion as he stood in the open doorway, giving a clear sight of the outside world. "0oO! Wh@T-ts oUt tH3R-e?" Error perked up, leaning his head forward to look as he sat on the couch ignoring Crosses crying. Error's question went on hold as Killer walked in and shut the door with his foot. Horror immediately ran through the hallway, standing only a few inches away from killer. "WHERE. IS. THE. CHOCOLATE." Cross gasped as he heard those words, his tears disappeared instantaneously. "YOU ARE NOT GETTING IT BEFORE ME!!" He ran up to Horror trying to tackle him to the ground- and failing. So instead he proceeded to put a hand over his one eye, blinding him temporarily. He was on Horrors back keeping his hand over his eye. "HOWS IT FEEL TO BE BLIND BUDDY?!" He yelled as Horrors tried his best to get him off his back. He then proceeded to back up quickly into a wall, smushing Cross in the process. Loosening his grip on him entirely. He turned around to look at Cross who now lay on the floor. "You look like a not so yummy pancake. I'll put you in the bin." He grabbed cross by his ankle, then walking into the kitchen. Killer then proceeded to burst out laughing at the scene that he just witnessed whilst Error,Nightmare and Dust showed no facial expression. Dust doesn't show much emotion, Nightmare didn't even think it was funny and Error didn't know what something funny was, nor how to react to it if he did find it funny.

Nightmare sighed. "We are leaving, come on Error, let's go." He said in an annoyed tone. "Where you going? Can I come?" Killer asked, tilting his head. "No you can't come, and Dust?" "Yes boss?" Dust replied. "You're in charge whilst we are gone." Nightmare shot him a glance whilst grabbing Error with a tendril, then walking out the front door.

"...how come your in charge?!" Killer bursted, putting his hands on his hips and pouting.
"Because I'm less immature." He stated blandly, not bothering to look at him.
"Give me a better reason! That's stupid!" he crossed his arms.
"You really want another reason why I'm in charge and not you?" Dust tilted his head, like he knew what was going to happen. "Yes! Yes I want a better reason!"
"...alright. Fine then."
"I'm less gay than you."
Killers jaw dropped. A light muffled snickering could be heard from the kitchen. Crosses head was sticking out the bin as he snickered, trying to hide his laugh. He was shedding tears at the mere mention. Then coughing out a reply in between laughs. "He's- he's not wrong!" Killer frowned at Cross. Feeling offended.

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Sorry this was short but I've been having writingblock and some bad things have been happening lately but I am slowly recovering. I thank those who have waited patiently for this and any supporters. I am very very sorry for the wait. I hope this chapter will please you till I make the next.

Hawk!X- ❤️xxx