Totally not related to the headcanon chapter lmao
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The day was so hot, it could melt your brains.
That, of course, did not affect Nightmare.
Error lied on the (stolen) couch in the living room, with a (stolen) fan running on high aimed towards him. Cross was in the upstairs bedroom alongside another fan on him. Nightmare, however, was pacing back and forth whilst writing something in a little black journal (his "fiction book").
The glitch was staring at Nightmare in surprise at how much activity he was able to keep up despite all the heat. Kevin clucked and got in front of the fan, stealing some of the cool breeze that earned a complaint from the error. "Dude, take your chicken into your room and have him cool down there."
"Pssh," Nightmare scoffed, "Don't be such a whine baby. You can deal with the heat."
"If this chicken stays there any longer I might get heatstroke."
Nightmare rolled his eyes, closed the book and pocketed it before grabbing the clucking chicken. Error sighed in relief as the cool air was directed towards him again. Nightmare went upstairs to his own bedroom and put the clucking Kevin on the bed. He turned on the fan in there to high and Kevin immediately settled down.
As he was about to leave the room and go back downstairs, Nightmare smelt something... unusual yet familiar.
He followed the scent to Cross' room. The door was left open and Cross was humming a random tune that was nearly inaudible due to the loud fan.
"Cross?" Nightmare asked. The skeleton flinched and suddenly grabbed his chest, clearly not expecting that. He calmed down when he realized it was Nightmare that said that. He held out one digit and got up, turning off the fan.
"Yes?"
"Uhh, Cross, there was a sort of smell that lead to your room from all the way into mine. Do you know what it is?"
Cross' face immediately flushed, "I- u-um.. that's nothing important."
"No, seriously, I'm curious."
"You really don't want to know."
"But I still do."
Cross gave up. Obviously Nightmare wouldn't stop nagging and asking what it was, so it would be fruitless to try to avoid what it is. "Alright, fine. It's pheromones. Happy?"
The look on Nightmare's face was priceless, so it worked out. He at first was like "wait, what?", then it slowly dawned on him. He backed out of the room just to accidentally hit Error and ending up with both of them falling on the floor.
"Ow," Nightmare hissed.
"Jokes on you, I want the one that hit the ground."
"Why did you come up here anyway?" Nightmare asked, getting off of Error and dusting himself off. Error looked relieved at the fact that he wasn't physically touching someone anymore.
"I smelt Cross' pheromones. Wanted to tell him that."
"I- guys!" Cross interrupted, "can we please stop talking about me making pheromones?! It makes me feel embarrassed!"
"Alright," Nightmare laughed. "Also, Error, didn't you say that you would die of heatstroke if you didn't get any cool air?"
"Oh, hush up."
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First thing first: pls do not put a bird into a direct draft okay? Okay? Alright.
I'm actually wondering if I should do a smut chapter related to this? I'm debating whether it should be Errorcrossmare or Crossmare though. Another problem too is I maybe might need someone to help me write it because I have a tendency to start writing smut and just ~never~ finish for some odd reason.
And yes. That DOES mean I have a skeleton smut book...
... full of half-assed half-finished smuts that might even only have some foreplay and nothing else.
Wtf help me.
