Draft 15: Error x Cross x Nightmare
"Cross locked himself in his room last night and still hasn't come out. I just checked and he's blasting 90's pop songs and pretending to cry," Error reported.
"Drama Queen," Nightmare scoffed, rubbing his face in frustration.
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Draft 16: ErrorJam/Error x PaperJam (Don't even ask)
"So, Error, what sparks your magic?" Paperjam purred, but his appearance was anything but sexy. He was lying on the floor of the void, propping up his head with his arms. Error raised an eyebrow. He'd barely been awake and already his entire day was ruined.
"Excuse me?" Error snapped, closing the portal behind him. What the hell did this come from?
"Ink wouldn't be in such a bad place if you had a thing for sweet-talkin'. So tell me, Error, what makes you hot and bothered?"
"None of your buisness," Error hissed.
"Oh?" Paperjam raised his browbones, "So there *is* something that gets to you!"
"More or less..."
Paperjam smirked and got up, "Maybe a bit more a homey mood suits you?"
Error snorted. Paperjam held in a laugh as he said "Welcome back, honey! Do you want some dinner? A massage? Or maybe... me?" Paperjam gave a flirtatious wink.
