Sci looks between Ink and Dream, slowly rubbing his temples.

Good lord, I forgot Ink is stupid and Dream is naive.

"You know a magic inhibitor is lethal for pretty much all of monster kind, right?!"

"Duh. I'm not stupid. Error's not a monster though. He's some kind of demon, so it won't hurt him at all!" Sci doesn't know whether to punch Ink or kidnap Error for tests.

"If that is true, capturing him simply to study would be a feat in and of itself."

"Welll..."

"Yes, Dream?"

"We have a back burner plan, since the KE one was out the window, and magic inhibitors sound like a bad idea."

"Please tell me that this idea is at least made with two braincells instead of Ink's half a cell." A soft 'hmph' lets Sci know he sufficiently wounded Ink.

"Yes. We use Blue, Lust, Classic, Epic, or maybe Fresh as a bait with a video and audio recorder, and then we lure Error out, and allow this friendly face to get answers about Error that Ink and I can't get because Error kinda hates our guts."

No wonder, if my source was being truthful about this whole thing.

"That's a far better idea than the inhibitor. I recommend Lust, Classic, or Epic as Fresh and Blue likely know this stuff, so if they randomly started asking these questions, Error would be tipped off that something was up and wouldn't speak a word." Classic drops in, waving.

"well, luckily, blue and lust are bonding. and i think lust mentioned that he was curious to talk to Error."

"Then it's settled. Sci will craft an audio and video recorder, I'll get Lust to help, and Ink will make the bait AU." Ink continues muttering even as Dream pulls him out. Classic smiles, standing up and looking over Sci's shoulder, picking up a couple prototypes, turning to Sci, opening his mouth to ask a question. But a hand clad in a suspiciously blue glove pops out of a portal, pushing Classic closer to Sci, Sci getting pushed into Classic as well, the two accidentally kissing. Sci brushes it off, quite used to Blue's multiversal connection.

"So you're crushing on me, yea?" Classic blushes brightly.

"h-how do you know?"

"You told me, just now. Anyways-"

"w-what pushed me?"

"-Nothing important. Anyways, Wanna know more about my prototypes?" Classic slowly nods, smiling.

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Dream lands in Outertale after placing Ink in the doodlesphere, sighing nervously. Outer eventually meets up with Dream.

"What's up? Besides Space, that is."

"W-well...I'm supposed to recruit Lust for a plan to hopefully know more about Error, but...I'm...not comfortable there. You calm my nerves, by being this strangely chill person...and I think you'd make it easier to get through that place. I don't know why Ink even made such a world..." Outer shrugs, smiling down at the shorter Star.

"Eh, I got some free time, so sure, I'll help you out pal. Let's go." Dream blushes softly at Outer's smile, before shaking his head clear and nodding.

"R-right!"

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Ink hums softly, making a sort of coffeeshop AU, yawning slightly as he crafts yet another Ccino. Ink gasps, excitement lighting every bone of his body.

"What if..." Ink begins working on this one, being particular about everything.

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Razz steps into the mansion, smiling as chaos envelopes the living room and kitchen.

"So what happened?" Razz asks the nearest, blushing when he finds Black answering.

"Cross burnt water somehow and caught the fucking kitchen on fire. Nightmare hasn't acted yet, still teasing his fuckin boyfriend. Cross also seems to be sobbing in response to shit we haven't said."

"So what will we be eating?"

"Nothing right now." Black finally focuses on Razz.

"Hey. Are you okay? You're flushed."

"I'm fine!" Razz quickly responds, feeling sweat drip down his skull as he blushes brighter. Black narrows his gaze before picking up Razz and carrying him on his shoulder like some damsel.

"BLACK! DROP ME NOW!"

"Nah, you're sick. I'll be making sure you keep this ick to yourself by taking care of you. Don't thank me. I'm only doing this so Nightmare doesn't get sick again." Razz shivers slightly from the reminder, sighing softly and ceasing his resistance.

"Glad to see you know what situation you're in." Black kicks the door open, closing it behind and laying Razz on the bed, pinning the smaller to the bed, Black's grin both terrifying and erotic.

"I think I can help you with your problem." Razz blushes up at Black.

Imagine if this was real...

But it's probably not.

Black uses his magic to cut off the lights.

"We won't need that at all~"

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Nightmare leads Error to the living room, frowning when he sees plumes of smoke coming from the kitchen.

"What idiot set water on fire again?"

"Cross." Killer mutters softly, ignoring Hate poking his cheek repeatedly.

"I leave Cross alone for five minutes and he threatens to burn the house down." Dust is sitting on the weird bar ledge table thing that some kitchen+living room things have that allows a window between the two, watching Cross run around like a chicken with its head cut off. Fell is slowly and gently feeding chocolate to Horror, keeping the poor kid from eating literal house and home.

Error slinks to the couch, sitting far away from the kitchen and fire. Nightmare just quietly walks to the sink, grabbing the nozzle and cutting the water on, putting the fire out, and promptly amping the spray and pelting Cross with angry water, nodding in satisfaction.

"Idiots clean this up. So you all learn how not to cook." Error snorts softly, the only one not sprayed with water. Nightmare looks at Error, still holding the sprayer and pelting Error, who hisses in surprise, quickly glitching the fuck out, randomly teleporting all over the place. This summarizes the next hour, which consists of attempting and failing to dry Error enough to stop rapid teleporting. He ends up passing out in his room from lack of magic. Nightmare just sits on his throne, reading a good book to pass the time. 

(1024 words.

And guess what we're at again!

Seven days.

One week.

One week from the day I post this.

That's how much time you have to ask questions or share opinions/thoughts/ideas with the characters.

Though y'all preemptively asked me, I did take the asks from before. The chapter will be quite long as I add an idea into the story. We're also halfway to the end. (Chapter Twenty is kinda my end goal, but if I decide we need more chapters to get there without rushing, then I will add more chapters).

Please, set up your asks like this:

EX:

You: 

Error: <Insert ask>

Nightmare: <insert ask>

Lust and Blue: Do you like each other?

Etc Etc

Set up your asks with specific characters so it's a little easier for me to set up responses. Thank you.

I look forward to more asks and playing with Blue's plans for the ships to set sail.