Summary: Error must be the cutest- at any cost.

(Warning: This story contains swearing.)

A series of loud crashes accompanied by heavy footfall and shouting echoed throughout the mansion.

Nightmare sighed and silently mourned the loss of whatever vases, paintings, or furnishings he would need to replace later. Meanwhile, mentally preparing for the chaotic storm swiftly approaching his reading room.

He gently sat his mug on the small table beside him. Then, as if on cue, two skeletons burst through the doorway; Each radiated anger and determination.

"Error!" Cross cried, face set in searing anger. "Give me back my coat!"

The dark-boned glitch pulled the fluffy black/white coat tighter around himself and hissed. "Fuck no! I need it so the voices stop calling you cuter than me because of your 'floof!'"

"I don't care! Give it back!"

"I'm not giving up this 'floof,' asshole!"

When Cross stepped forward, hellbent on retrieving his coat, Error made a break for the nearest exit.

No, not the door, much to Nightmare's dismay.

The destroyer snarled before chucking a heavy, thick-paged book out the window on the other side of the dark lord and threw himself out the opening. His monochrome pursuer didn't hesitate to follow after him.

Nightmare's cyan eyelight drifted over the shards of glass they left behind and out the window, looking to where the two were chasing each other around the garden.

"Why did I ever think it would be a good idea to invite him to the group..." He grumbled.

"I don't know!" Ink cheerily chirped from behind his chair.

With a defeated huff, the Guardian of Negativity stood up and grabbed his mug. "I regret my decision more and more with each passing moment."