Different Colors Of Love (ErrorxInk)

Chapter 43: Interrupted

Authors note: like I said bois and gurls...

I can't do this to y'all.

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No POV
"Look, you need to calm down."

"I can't! I could LITERALLY get killed!!" Error screamed.

"Your doing it for Ink though, right? Remember, we can't guarantee he'll be aliv-

"DON'T SAY THAT!"

Dream, Nightmare, and Error were currently discussing the possible outcomes of the mission if it failed. However, it seems there is a new topic on the table.

"Will you at least let me work on your shirt before you have another hissy anxiety fit?" Error nodded. Nightmare went over and began to fix is tuxedo.

"You understand everything that we've told you, correct?" Error gave a 'Mhm' in response and looked at the mirror in front of him. "You better come back safe. If not, I'll get reaper to bring you back just so I can beat your ass as a lesson." Nightmare jokes.

Dream chuckled, yet Error stayed silent. Nightmare stood in front of him and looked him up and down slowly, squinting to make sure there weren't any flaws present. "Ok, he's good." Dream nodded and waved a hand at Error, signaling to follow him.

Error did as he was told and followed Dream outside. "Ok Error, your about to go somewhere where there are a lot of rich people, so don't act weird or anything. That means you have to be sassy. Almost like a diva. Well I mean, that's how most people with lots of money act. That doesn't mean everyone is like that though, hehe." Dream looked to the side and smiled.

"That's your cue. Remember, if anything happens, call us. We'll have backup ready." Error turned to look behind him. A regular car?

"Wouldn't we need an expensive car so I can at least fit in with the crowd?" Error inquired. "Well, not in this case! Many people won't really care.

Trust me, at the parties Nightmare and I would go to, it would be worse. People showing up in bikes and what not. Enough about that though, go save Ink!" Dream shooed him away and walked back inside, proud of his hard work.

Error however, got in nervous. "Aye broski! What's poppin?!" Shouted Fresh. "Oh coME ON!! Why does it have to be you!?" Fresh stuck out his tongue.

"Ion know! Dreamy said he needed me to pick you up so you could save lil Inky from those unrad people! I'm just doin what I need to do, bro!" Fresh began driving.

It was a smooth night, the stars twinkling above. He loved night-time drives. Especially when it was raining.

"Aye bro! Remember this song?! Ma told me you used to love it!" He turned of the radio. It was a cheesy Katy Perry song. Error scowled. "Hell no! TuRn It OfF!!" He screeched. Fresh bursted out laughing.

"This is my ride broseph! I decide the music!!" He started singing along in a horrible girly voice, flipping his nonexistent hair out of his face, meaning to mock all of the divas.

"yOu RetArD!! tUrN iT oFf!!" Error screamed. "No can do! 30 more minutes of this!" He shouted.

Lets just say Error was traumatized. "I'm never riding with you in a car EVER AGAIN." Error folded his arms and hunched over, disgusted with the music he used to like. Fresh got out.

"Want me to walk you in bro?" Error turned to Fresh slowly.

"Get back in the car and never come back. I'm getting Reaper to drive me back home." Fresh shrugged then laughed.