When Dust opened the door, he literally felt like his pinpricks were about to leave his eye sockets. There he saw Cross cuddling with the human. ON. HER. BED.
"Hey, what's the hold up?" Error asked Dust for his sudden halt, looking where Dust was pointing at: the door fully open for everyone to see, so now they are in the same state of shock as Dust. 'WHAT IN THE-!?' Yeah, no, not happening, not on their watch. 'Aw man, how come he gets to sleep with her?' Killer pouts, and Dust had a tick mark on his forehead. He walked over to the sleeping unofficial couple and bonked Cross on the head, waking the poor skeleton up.
"Ow! What the hell was that for!?" Cross shouted in pain before he was quickly silenced with a bony finger on his nonexistent lips. The bony finger belonged to Dust, who made a shushing gesture before pointing to the still sleeping Y/n, who was currently hugging him by the waist and cuddling at his side. Cross' face turned several shades of purple as indistinguishable words escaped from his mouth. He slowly slipped himself out of her strong grasp, which shook him, and finally left her room along with the others so they could discuss this matter outside without waking her up.
After leaving her room with the others, he was almost immediately grabbed by the robes. "What in the hell were you doing in her room, you big galoot!?" Fell yelled, not loud enough to wake the human. "I-I'm not sure," Cross stammered. "I think I went in her room accidentally after getting a drink in the middle of the night," he explained. They were, of course, pissed off, but they couldn't shake off the other feeling in their souls. It was bitter and salty, but they also felt like they had multiple needles stabbing into them.
But one thing ran through their minds: 'I wish I were him,' despite knowing they shouldn't, they needed to get the mission done. So they decided to take her before she wakes up so there won't be any problems that may turn up along the way... or so they thought.
Error picks her up gently, watching where he touches (because manz drinks respect women juice). As he was about to walk out of the door, he was confronted by the all-terrifying snake Kaburamaru. "Don't have much to say snake, a deal's a deal remember?" Error reminds, Kaburamaru looks down. If she were to tag along, she would guarantee the safety of her owner, even though she knew that Y/n can defend herself just fine, but it would also act as an extra defense and a backup plan just in case things won't go well. And by that, she hopes that won't mean that Y/n won't be enslaved, but if they did, she got nothing to do if it was Y/n's choice. If only she can choose for herself.
Kaburamaru then reluctantly agreed, nodding her head before slithering up to Error. She waved her tail, pointing at Y/n's sleeping body on the floor. Error complied, picking up the sleeping human's body. She almost immediately cuddled up to his chest for warmth. Error's face flushed yellow, but he quickly shook it off. 'Bad Error! Not now!' He carefully scurried downstairs where the boys were waiting.
