*This chapter might have a tiny bit of lime, nothing too serious. I hope. Just don't say I didn't warn you*

Error took a deep breath, then entered Ink's cottage. The plan he had in mind involved convincing Ink to come spend a weekend with Nightmare and the gang at his castle, but he had no idea how to go about it. If he could manage to get Ink to at least stay over for a night, then Error could figure out how to deal with Fresh in the meantime.

He looked around, wandering into the kitchen. "Ink?" he called, but got no answer.
'Must be with Blueberry and Dream.'

"Oh hi, Error!"

The glitchy skeleton jumped and stumbled onto the couch when Ink literally appeared out of nowhere. He glitched in fright, having been caught off guard by the creator's sudden appearance. Ink smirked, holding his hands over his mouth in an attempt to stop his laughter.

"Whoops!" he said cheerily, walking over and plopping down on the couch next to Error. "I didn't mean to scare you. Sorry!"

Error rolled his eyelights, but grinned.
"It's fine. But, I have something to ask."

Ink turned to him eagerly, focusing his short attention span on him alone. It always creeped him out, but at least he knew Ink was listening- er, trying to listen.

"O-ok, so, I thought since we made a truce, we could have our groups kinda... get to know each other a bit better. I wanted to suggest we... have a sleepover. For the weekend. At Nightmare's castle, since it's big enough we could all have our own rooms. I think."

He watched Ink carefully for his reaction. The creator stared at him for a bit, processing the information, before lighting up with a smile.

"Sure! It sounds like fun! Have you told Dream and Blueberry?"
Error shook his head, and Ink stood up. He offered a hand to Error, and helped him up.
"Well, let's go ask them!"

Error opened a portal to UnderSwap, assuming the couple would be there. Yes, they officially got together. Stretch was surprisingly ok with it, considering his track record for being overly protective of his brother. That being said, he still warned Dream not to break Blueberry's heart, or else he'd have to deal with a bad time from Stretch.

When Ink knocked on the door, Stretch answered. He narrowed his eyesockets at Error in suspicion, and Error looked down guiltily. To defuse any hostility, Ink cleared his throat.
"Heya, Stretch. We were wondering if Blueberry is home today."

"Nope," Stretch said bluntly, still keeping an eyesocket on Error.
"Said he and Dream were going someplace for a date. Why?"

"We are planning a sleepover at Nightmare's castle! You're welcome to join us if you like!"

Stretch chuckled and shook his head.
"No thanks. But if Sans decides to make tacos, save one for me, will ya?"
He winked, and Ink laughed.

"Of course! See ya, Stretch!" He waved, and opened another portal, leading Error inside. Now they were in DreamTale, and it was a little unsettling how quiet it was. Error shivered a bit, finding the lonely eeriness disturbingly similar to the Anti-Void. Ink looked back at him, noticing his anxiety, and held his hand for reassurance. Error squeezed it, desperately clinging to the thought that he wasn't alone, and that he could leave if he wanted to.

The two of them walked down the halls of the mansion, their shoes barely making a sound on the solid wood floors. As they neared one of the large drawing rooms, they heard noises. They sounded like voices, so they sneaked over to the doors, and...

"Agh, D-Dream..."

"Heh heh, shhhh...."

"Mm, nobody's here..."

"Then go ahead. Say my name~"

Ink and Error looked at each other with disgusted looks, afraid to go inside and find something they'd rather not see. The voices were definitely Dream's and Blueberry's, though Blueberry was being much quieter than normal. Ink decided that wasn't ok, so he barged in, hands on his hips, narrowing his eyesockets accusingly.

Dream immediately stopped kissing Blueberry's neck when he saw Ink, and Blueberry blushed a darker blue than he already was. Blueberry was sitting on Dream's lap, and Dream had his arms wrapped firmly around his lover's waist. Even though Dream was fighting to hide it, Error could clearly tell he was annoyed. But, if they had been a moment too late, things were bound to get more... heated. Ink was having difficulty keeping a straight face from how awkward the situation was, so Error took the opportunity to walk in.

"So," he said casually, a smirk on his face. "When's the wedding?~"

Blueberry pouted and got off Dream's lap, and Dream rolled his eyelights and glared at Error. The glitchy skeleton's smirk grew wider, and Ink finally broke into a fit of laughter. After a few moments of catching his breath, Ink spoke.

"Um, how do you guys feel about a sleepover?"

Blueberry's eyelights turned to stars, and he looked into Dreams' eyelights pleadingly. The pissed off- I mean, positive, guardian glanced down at his partner, then back at Ink.

"Depends. Whose house and for how long?"

Ink looked to Error, and he answered.
"Nightmare's castle, possibly for the weekend. If I can convince your brother, that is."

"You haven't even asked him yet?"

"I'm certain he'll agree. I mean, he has never denied me anything, at least that I can remember. With all the times I've suffered a head injury, I'm surprised I can still remember half the stuff I can."

The room fell silent after that. It was always such a damper on the mood when Error's past was mentioned. For one thing, if Ink was present, he'd feel the most guilty for it, since he was probably the one to cause many of those injuries. For another, it took a much darker turn when one asked where the injuries came from. Wasn't a fun subject to explore, so they tried to change it quickly.

"A-anyway..." Error started, shifting his weight from one foot to the other. "W-we were just on our way to ask Nightmare if he's ok with it, and we wanted to ask you guys to see if you were coming. Are you?"

"If you can convince my brother to host this sleepover, then sure!" Dream smiled brightly, as did Blueberry. Error grinned, and turned to Ink. They nodded to each other, then Error made a portal to Nightmare's castle. Before hopping in, they gave Dream and Blueberry devilish smirks.

"Wait til I tell Nightmare he's gonna be an uncle," Ink snickered before hopping inside, Error following him.

"W-WE DIDN'T EVEN DO ANYTHING!!!" Dream huffed in annoyance, but cuddled Blueberry closer. The blue-clad skeleton snuggled up to him, enjoying the warmth of his partner, before turning his head down to face him.

"Do not worry, dear Dream," he said softly. "If we go to this sleepover, I have the perfect way to get back at them for messing up our little... tête á tête~"

Dream blushed and pulled Blueberry in for a slow, passionate kiss.
"This is why I love you," he mumbled, pulling away and kissing his forehead. Blueberry giggled and sighed, melting into another long, loving kiss.

Meanwhile, in Nightmare's castle....

Error and Ink entered the living room of the castle to find most of the gang playing Mario Kart. Error opened his mouth to speak, but was interrupted by a shout from Horror.

"FUCKING HELL! DAMN YOU DUST AND YOUR STUPID FUCKING BLUE SHELLS!"

"It ain't my fault you were in first, and the shell I just so happened to pick up locked onto you."

"AH, SHIT!" This time, it was Killer, who got hit by a red shell. "Ugh, now Cross is in the lead. Thanks a lot, Horror!"

"IT AIN'T MY FAULT YOU WERE IN FRONT OF ME!"

"QUIET DOWN, ALL OF YOU!" Nightmare yelled as he stepped into the room. Completely ignoring everyone else, he went over to the couch and sat down, pulling Killer up from the floor onto his lap with a tendril as he did so. Killer flushed a bright red, but continued to play the game. Despite the fact that Nightmare had wrapped his arms around Killer's ribcage and rested his chin on Killer's shoulder.

Error cleared his throat, catching Nightmare's attention. The glitchy skeleton gestured for him to come with him, and Nightmare rolled his eyelight. Standing, he walked out of the living room, Killer still wrapped in his tendrils. Killer whined in protest, having dropped his controller and watching sadly as Cross crossed the finish line. And he was doing so well, too!

"What is it, Error?" Nightmare asked impatiently, bringing Killer over to hold in his arms. Like a teddy bear.

"Well, since we made a truce, I was thinking... why don't we have a sleepover? A couple of nights of dumb fun to get to know each other better. Who knows? Maybe we could all become good friends!"

Nightmare narrowed his one good eyesocket suspiciously, absentmindedly petting Killer's skull.
"Why?"

"Why what?"

"Why go through all this trouble to get to know each other when we already have a truce in place?"

Error looked down for a moment, deciding his words.
"Because I know Dream would appreciate it."

Nightmare froze. Well that was unexpected. Error didn't usually go mushy gushy on them, and yet.... Maybe the time he spent as a dog softened him. Nightmare wanted to believe it was a good thing, even though it was starting to worry him. After a little bit of thought, Nightmare shook his head.

"No thanks. I'd rather not have you guys mess up the castle, again. It was a pain to clean up from the food fight, and I don't wanna go through that a second time."

Killer looked up at Nightmare, one of his eyelights lighting up dimly.
"N-Nightmare?"

Nightmare looked down and felt his cheeks heat up. Killer's eyelights popped up every once in awhile, more so recently, when they got together.
"Y-yes, Killz?"

"Please can we have a sleepover? I p-promise I'll help clean up!" he put on the best begging expression he could muster, and Nightmare couldn't help but melt at the sight. He sighed softly, then smiled.

"Ok, fine. Anything for you, Killz."

Killer smiled, his grey eyelight glowing just a tiny bit brighter.

... ... ...

This is it. The first night. Error looked into the mirror of his bathroom vanity, at the pajamas Ink had painted for him. They were a dark navy blue, the color of the night sky, accented with little white stars all over them. He breathed in, then let it out slowly. Time to test his and Papyrus' theory. He walked downstairs, carrying a bundle of blankets, pillows, and a sleeping bag. From the voices he heard, he could tell the Stars were already here, ready for the fun to start.

He stopped at the doorway to the living room. There was a large pillow fort in the middle of the room. The group had pushed the couch out of the way, as well as some other pieces of furniture, and built the fort out of a ton of blankets, pillows, anything soft and fluffy, really. Ink saw Error in the doorway, and cheerfully waved him over. Error gulped, adjusting the bundle in his arms, then slowly walked in.

"How do you like those new pajamas, Error?" Ink asked as Error sat down next to him. "Are they comfortable?"

"Mhm," Error nodded, beginning to unroll his sleeping bag. "They are very nice, and I like them a lot. Thank you."

"You're very welcome!" Ink had already set up his sleeping space, so he watched as Error set up his. Once he was done, they sat close to each other and watched the others set up their spots. After everyone was settled in, Nightmare spoke.

"Ok, I have no idea how to start this, since I've never done this before, so Dream, you do it."

Dream scoffed indignantly.
"Why me?"

"Because you've been to sleepovers. I was never invited, remember?"

Dream huffed and looked away. Ink broke the tense silence with small sneeze. Error looked at him with amusement, and Nightmare suddenly lit up with an idea.

"Hey, Dream?" he said, aiming a smug smirk at his twin. "Isn't truth or dare a game you play at sleepovers?"

Dream quickly caught onto his brother's idea, and nodded with a similar smirk.
"Why yes, brother. It is."

They looked around the room at the varying amused expressions, noting that many of them seemed onboard with the idea. Soon, they gathered everyone into a circle, and started with Blueberry, as his name started with a B. It made more sense than choosing the oldest because nobody really remembered how old either Ink or Error were, and Dream and Nightmare didn't know how long they'd been fighting before the whole... apple incident.

"ALRIGHT, DUST," Blueberry began. "TRUTH OR DARE?"

Dust smirked. "Dare."

Blueberry frowned slightly, not expecting Dust to give in to Blueberry's trap. He mentally shrugged, though. Guess this was his fault, now.
"I DARE YOU TO HOP ONTO THE COUCH AND DO A BACKFLIP OFF OF IT."

Dust scoffed, getting up. "That ain't so bad-"

"WHILE DABBING."

Dust almost tripped, looking back at Blueberry incredulously. The blue-clad skeleton wore a triumphant grin, making a gesture with his gloved hand to shoo him to the couch. Dust rolled his eyelights and went to complete the dare. He got onto the couch, balancing for a few seconds, then turned around. He jumped twice, then proceeded to belly-flop right onto the floor. He groaned in pain, sitting up and holding his ribs where they hit the carpeted floor. It may have been carpeted, but it still doesn't feel nice to faceplant on it.

I should know, I tried it- *slap* Ow! Ok, I'll stop breaking the fourth wall now, jeez....

*Ahem* Blueberry smirked at Dust, and the hooded skeleton sat back down next to Horror. He rubbed his aching ribs, then turned to Cross.

"Hey Cross, truth or dare?"

The monochrome skeleton thought for a moment. "Truth."

"Is it true you have a shrine set up in memory of that chocolate I stole two months ago?"

Cross deadpanned. "Nope."

"Liar! I saw it!"

"That was in memory of the chocolate bunny I lost during Easter. Someone took it, and the night I was gonna binge-watch all the Iron Man movies, I went to look for it, and it was gone. I never figured out who did it, and it was such high-quality chocolate, too!"
Cross' expression turned sad, and Killer rubbed his back to comfort him. Nightmare rolled his eyelight.

"Ok, Cross' turn."

Cross looked at Nightmare, then at Horror.
"Alright, Horror," he said accusingly. "Truth or dare?"

Horror, knowing what he would ask if he chose truth, gulped nervously.
"D-dare..."

"Aw, and I was hoping you wouldn't be a coward. Fine. I dare you to eat a container of sprinkles, and I'm not talking about that teeny tiny one with the Christmas-themed ones. I'm talking about that big one, the Valentine's Day sprinkles."

Horror's good eyesocket widened in, well, horror, and he shook his head vigorously.
"N-no! I-I was saving those for a special occasion!"

Cross grinned knowingly, and Horror looked down in embarrassment.
"If you don't do the dare, you have to give me a truth. Of my choice."

Horror took a shaky breath, then stood up. He trudged to the kitchen, bringing out a 10-ounce container of pink, red, and white sprinkles. He sighed sadly, beginning to scoop up whole handfuls of the stuff and shoving it in his mouth.

"Ok, that was a little mean of you, Cross," Dream said, giving Horror a sympathetic look. Cross opened his mouth to argue, but Horror beat him to it.

"I-it's fine, Dream. I-I can get another one. Anyway, it's my turn. Dream, truth or dare?"

"Truth."

"Can you read minds?"

Dream snorted a bit, shaking his head.
"Nah. I can only detect emotions. It's kinda like any other sense, like the sense of smell or taste. If it's a positive emotion, I'll naturally be drawn to it, but if it's a negative emotion, eh... it doesn't appeal to me too much. Doesn't it work the same with you, brother?"

Nightmare nodded. "Yeah, but it's the opposite. I'm drawn to negative emotions, but I guess it's to be expected. I am your opposite, after all."

They nodded to each other, and Dream looked to Ink. A slight smile played on his skeletal lips, and he rested his chin in his hand.
"So, Ink. Truth or dare?"

Ink raised a brow suspiciously, deciding which of the two evils he'd prefer to accept. He eventually decided on dare, as it was a relatively safer option, since Dream was unlikely to make him do something unpleasant or dangerous.

"Dare."

"I dare you to drink this," he pulled out a bottle of whiskey, seemingly out of thin air, and Ink recoiled at the sight.

"Wh-! Are you serious?!"

Dream nodded, a shit-eating grin on both his and Blueberry's faces. Ink realized what they were doing, and sighed. He should've known this chaotic duo would find some way to get back at him for interrupting their little tryst in DreamTale. Oh well. He ain't no lightweight, and he certainly isn't a coward!

He got up and headed to the kitchen, searching the cupboards for a glass. Finding one, he brought it back to the living room, and Dream poured a generous glassful for him to drink. He downed it quickly, to the shock of everyone except the Stars.

"Wait a second," Nightmare laughed. "You drink alcohol?"

Ink deadpanned at him, sitting back down next to Error.
"Yeah? Why, is that such a surprise from the creator?~"

The Bad Sanses exchanged looks, then nodded at him. Even Error was surprised that Ink could tolerate it. Must be his immortality or something.

Ink looked to Killer. "Ok, Killer. Truth or dare?"

Killer shifted closer to Nightmare, feeling a bit selfconscious.
"Truth, I guess...."

"Who is the hardest to fight among us Stars?"

Killer lowered his head and furrowed his brows in thought.
"I'd say... you, Ink. Your paintbrush can go ranged or melee on a whim, and the different paints you use to attack are all so difficult to work around. Not to mention, you have tiny paintbrushes to use if your main one is unavailable, and you can teleport away if need be. I'm just glad I never had to fight you alone, heh heh. I wouldn't have stood an inkling of a chance!"

They all laughed heartily at that, and Killer turned to Nightmare for his turn.
"T-truth or dare, Nightmare?"

Nightmare grinned down at his partner, his eyelight glittering.
"Dare~"

Killer's cheeks lit up slightly, and he looked down at his fidgeting hands.
"I-I dare you t-to.... Uh.... s-snap a pencil in half...."

Cross scoffed loudly, rolling his eyelights.
"C'mon, Killer. I know you can do better than that!"

Killer put his hood up over his face, flushing darker in embarrassment.
"I'm not good under pressure, ok?!"

Nightmare pulled Killer closer and glared at Cross.
"Leave him alone! I'll do whatever dare he wants me to!"
With that, he picked up a pencil with a tendril, brought it over to his hand, and instantly snapped it in half with his bare hand. Cross gulped in fear, shrinking into his hoodie. Nightmare rubbed Killer's back soothingly, and turned to Error.

"Alright, Error. Truth or dare?"

Error decided to be fair, since he'd been paying attention to the order.
"Truth."

"Do you have a crush on someone?"

Error remained unfazed, at least on the surface. He was internally screaming, of course Nightmare would be this bold! And to make matters worse, only he and Dream can sense Error's emotions, so they could tell his facade of nonchalance was just that: fake. He took a deep breath, then looked Nightmare in the eye.

"Yes."

Now everybody was curious. Before he could say anything more, he was bombarded by questions.

"Who are they?"

"Do they know?"

"Are they in this room?"

"Do we know them?"

"Are you gonna confess to them?"

He glitched out in a panic, holding his head in his hands as more familiar voices blared in his nonexistent ears.

'𝔽𝕚𝕝𝕥𝕙𝕪 𝕞𝕚𝕤𝕥𝕒𝕜𝕖!'

'𝕎𝕙𝕪 𝕒𝕣𝕖 𝕪𝕠𝕦 𝕤𝕥𝕚𝕝𝕝 𝕙𝕖𝕣𝕖?!'

'𝕊𝕠𝕞𝕖 𝕗𝕣𝕚𝕖𝕟𝕕𝕤 𝕥𝕙𝕖𝕪 𝕒𝕣𝕖! 𝔸𝕝𝕝 𝕥𝕙𝕖𝕪 𝕨𝕒𝕟𝕥 𝕥𝕠 𝕜𝕟𝕠𝕨 𝕚𝕤 𝕙𝕠𝕨 𝕥𝕠 𝕙𝕦𝕣𝕥 𝕪𝕠𝕦 𝕚𝕟 𝕥𝕙𝕖 𝕨𝕠𝕣𝕤𝕥 𝕨𝕒𝕪 𝕡𝕠𝕤𝕤𝕚𝕓𝕝𝕖!'

'Get out of my head!'

'𝕆𝕣 𝕨𝕙𝕒𝕥, 𝕞𝕚𝕤𝕥𝕒𝕜𝕖?!'

'𝕐𝕠𝕦 𝕙𝕒𝕧𝕖 𝕟𝕠 𝕔𝕠𝕟𝕥𝕣𝕠𝕝 𝕠𝕧𝕖𝕣 𝕦𝕤!'

'𝕐𝕠𝕦 𝕔𝕒𝕟'𝕥 𝕖𝕧𝕖𝕟 𝕤𝕥𝕠𝕡 𝕥𝕙𝕒𝕥 𝕡𝕒𝕣𝕒𝕤𝕚𝕥𝕖 𝕗𝕣𝕠𝕞 𝕝𝕖𝕒𝕧𝕚𝕟𝕘 𝕪𝕠𝕦 𝕒𝕟𝕕 𝕪𝕠𝕦𝕣 𝕡𝕣𝕖𝕔𝕚𝕠𝕦𝕤 𝕀𝕟𝕜𝕪 𝕒𝕝𝕠𝕟𝕖!'

'𝔽𝕒𝕔𝕖 𝕚𝕥, 𝔼𝕣𝕣𝕠𝕣.'

'𝕐𝕆𝕌. 𝔸ℝ𝔼. ℙ𝕆𝕎𝔼ℝ𝕃𝔼𝕊𝕊!!!'

Error screamed as the voices laughed. All he could see was white. Nothing else for as far as he could see. Nothing. No one. All was white.

"Error!" Ink quickly tried to get the glitchy skeleton's attention as the panic attack got worse. The creator hesitantly put a hand on Error's shoulder, only for Error to cry out and jerk back, shaking and crying and curling in himself more from just a small physical touch. Guess he never fully got over his fear of touch.

Ink carefully scooted closer to Error, and gently guided him to lay on his lap. His breath was still shallow and ragged, but at least he wasn't lashing out and hurting someone or himself. Ink sighed and stroked his skull, glaring at the others, who had gone silent when Error started glitching out. They hung their heads guiltily, and finally, Nightmare broke the silence.

"We... should've seen that coming. It's not uncommon for Error to freak out over an unexpected touch, or somebody screaming out at random. Let's try not to make it worse, mkay?"

They all nodded, and Nightmare suggested they end the game there. Everyone had had a turn anyway, and it was getting late, so they bundled up in their sleeping bags, blankets, and pillows, and slowly drifted off to sleep.

All except Ink.

He sat silently, petting Error's head. Watching as he calmed down from the attack. It took awhile, Ink guessed maybe twenty minutes, but Error's breathing finally returned to a steady, normal rhythm. The glitchy skeleton opened his eyesockets, having closed them in fright, and looked up at Ink.

The creator continued to stroke Error's skull, the alcohol in his body beginning to make him tired and dizzy. How much did Dream give him? Was it like eight ounces? He couldn't remember. All he could focus on was that Error was sitting in his lap, and that stroking his skull made him feel nice.

Error looked into Ink's eyelights, watching them change shape and color every time he blinked. Huh. That's weird. Why are they mostly hearts...?

Suddenly, Ink kissed Error's forehead, and the glitchy skeleton scrambled out of his lap.

"I-Ink?! Wh-what are you d-doing?!"

Ink shook his head, trying to dispell the dizziness. That's funny. Since when were there two Errors? He groaned softly as he closed his eyes, holding a hand to his head.

"S-sorry, Error. I dunno what came over me. I m-must've had... too much ta drink...."

Error looked down, glitching a bit, then crawled back over toward Ink. He took the creator's hands in his own, running his fingers over Ink's in an attempt to calm down. He was still a bit skittish, but at least he couldn't hear the voices anymore. Ink squeezed his hands gently, smiling gently.

"You tired? We can go to bed, now. I'm kinda getting woozy from that drink. It was only one drink, too! Damn Dream and his pranks..."

Error laughed quietly, and pecked Ink on the cheek. Ink blushed, holding his hand over the spot and rubbing it. Error looked down, a sheepish grin and a deep blue blush on his face. Ink grinned back, putting a hand on Error's chin. Error looked up at him confused, but was taken by surprise when Ink pressed his lips to his. Error slowly closed his eyesockets, pressing into the kiss millimeter by millimeter, until he felt something wet touch his skeletal lips. He was a bit scared, and Ink seemed to notice, because he changed his tactics and began slowly and softly pressing kisses to his cheeks, then his nose, then to his closed eyes, then back to his lips. All the while sliding his hands up and down Error's arms, further drawing him into his spell. Error leaned closer, gripping onto Ink's sleeves, and Ink snaked his hands behind Error's back, caressing it gently. Error sighed soundlessly, finally allowing Ink to slip his rainbow-colored tongue into his mouth. He explored the glitchy skeleton's mouth, mindlessly touching every contour, every curve, kissing him like his life depended on it.

Error loved it. Every touch sent electric currents up his spine, every slow and steady movement Ink's hands made, every kiss they shared. He couldn't help but melt into it, shifting closer to Ink every time he did something new. Alas, every good thing must come to an end, and Ink pulled away, but still held him close. They both panted softly from the blissful high they'd climbed to, and leaned their foreheads together.

"I guess this means I'm the one you had a crush on," Ink whispered, grinning and looking into Error's mismatched, mesmerizingly beautiful eyelights. The glitchy skeleton nodded, getting lost in Ink's eyelights as well.

"I'm tired, Inky," Error breathed out slowly, and Ink chuckled. He pulled Error over to their sleeping bags, pulling two large, woolen blankets over them to keep them warm.

They cuddled up together, and before they went to sleep, Ink kissed Error one more time. Error hummed in delight, then buried his face into Ink's chest. The creator smiled happily, cradling Error in his arms, before closing his eyes.

"I love you, Error."

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What. The fuck. What did you do to me, brain?!

Ok, the last half of this entire chapter was completely off-script. I had a whole plan for it, was gonna make Dream and Blueberry get both Error and Ink drunk, and they fall asleep together, and Dream gets a picture and sends it to everybody. But WhOoPdEe DoO, my brain decided to go an entirely DIFFERENT route, and give Error a panic attack! Thanks, brain. Sooo helpful.

Sarcasm aside, my apologies for the limey lime. It wasn't supposed to be Ink and Error. It was supposed to be Blueberry and Dream, but I guess my brain decided, 'nah, let's add a bit more.'

And a bit more.

And a bit more.

Ya know what?! Let's make 'em fu-

That's when I decided to stop. I never intended to put a lemon in here, but I guess some part of me takes control when I start writing, almost like an entirely different entity than I usually am. I mean, I did have a plan before starting to write, and even started going with that plan, at least at first. Buuut, here we are, and blegh, I feel dumb.

Aaaaanyway..... I hope you enjoyed at least some of this chapter, even if it was trash. I just don't wanna delete it and start all over, since it has taken me six hours to write it out. I had to stop last night because I was having trouble sleeping and started writing this, but eventually had to stop or risk falling asleep with my phone still on and my work unsaved.

Now then, enough of my pointless rambling. Cya!