Tied Up With You

Call Me Baby 🌶

[As long as my friends don't read this I am fine. They are never going to read it anyways because they don't like Undertale, Error and everything else about it. So I don't have anyone to share my favorite fandom with except you guys. Which is why I am so happy you all are enjoying the story enough to stay. Thank you to everyone who is reading.]

In the morning, I wake up with a light headache. Error was gone and I smelt a burning smell.

"What the hell." I say, sniffing the air.

I race downstairs and see Error in the kitchen trying desperately to cook while watching a cooking show from one of his portals.

"How the fvck!" Error exclaims getting angry at burning the food. He then throws the burnt food into the waste bin and starts again.

Amused, I snort taking a seat down at the counter.

"Good morning Rorre." I chirp.

"Good morning Cross." Error grumbles deflatedly.

"What are you making?" I ask.

"I am trying to make pancakes, but they're not coming out the way I hoped they would." He says, flipping the pancake.

"Yes!" He cheers, he turns and smiles at me. "I did it Cross!"

'How cute, he got it.'

Error's eyes quickly widen and returns back to cooking.

It takes a few minutes, but Error soon gets the hang of it.

Error places two plates on the counter and sits on the stool next to me.

"Take a bite." He says, handing me a fork.

He begins to eat and smiles slightly when I go to take a bite.

"Hmm, it is actually good" I hum.

It look towards Error who was enjoying his food with a bright look on his face.

Error turns and smiles at me.

It then occurs to me that I like this. Being with him like this is really comforting.

This is the second smile I have gotten today. He must be in a really good mood.

I smile back and take his left hand in my right hand.

"You know you are beautiful, right?" I whisper kissing his hand.

"I know, Cross." He responds with a proud smirk.

He may not have noticed, but I have seen his bad days where he doubts himself, when his self-worth is all over the place. He isn't as narcissistic as he makes himself out to be. And proves to be quite an interesting person once you get to know him.

I put my dish in the sink and Error rushes over to tidy up.

He supposedly wants things to be kept neat in the house. Very quickly can a mess arise.

The day continues rather slowly, nothing big happens, Error just is practicing his culinary skills.

I decide to train while Error is busy.

Five days in of eating together, practicing our skills and snuggling, I brought Error to the balcony in my room.

Mustering all the courage I have, I speak slowly.

"Error, do you want to go out?"

His eye lights brighten, he then turns and runs out of my room.

"Uh, okay." I say, concerned.