"C'mon," The octopus whined, his permanent grin wide. "You know you want me." "Go away, Nightmare." Cross grumbled, glaring through his roommate. "I'm not gonna date a fellow crazy person. Not now." "Yeah, yeah." Nightmare waves off, smirking. "How long will it take you to realize- This is my asylum. No one'll stop us, no one'll stare. And soon," The octopus shifts closer, his tentacles wrapping around the smaller's delicate body. "It'll be O U R A S Y L U M." Yeah, yeah. I'm Crossmare trash. What, gonna judge me? Also.. THIS BOOK IS DEDICATED TO DADDY_EMO_NERD_KID. A fellow Crossmare supporter. P.S.: POTENTIAL SMUT it depends on what the readers want. Also, mature themes- If you're sensitive to murder, suicide, blood, all that crap, then GET THE FUCK OUT OF THE UNDERTALE FANDOM! Or just, y'know, don't read this book.

A ship is born through love. And nothing can describe the way Ink and Error fell for each other, they say opposites attract. Follow ink and error, as their love grows through time