Dusts POV

I peered out of the cracks in the wood covering the window to see small white snowflakes spiralling past onto the ground below.

It was snowing.
It hadn't snowed in a while, so this was interesting.

But the thing was, Error wasn't back.

We had all returned back to the house after having some fresh air from when we had been cooped up in the living room because of the rain.

Last to return was Geno and we had all immediately pounced on him asking if he knew where Error was. He said he had no idea saying he thought that we would all be back by now.

We were all worried. Some of us might not be showing it, *cough cough Nightmare* but we were all wondering what could be causing Error to take so long.

Earlier Killer had gone to check the cliff top, but came back alone shaking his head.

Where could he be?

Errors POV

Ugghhhhh my head hurts.

Where am I?

I blearily opened my eyes, attempting to focus on my surroundings. I was lying on something soft. What happened?

I tried to sit up, but found that I couldn't. My eyes shot open. I was lying on what appeared to be a sofa.

I pushed myself up onto my elbows, discovering that I could in fact sit up. I scanned my surroundings, I was in what appeared to be a living room.

It was cosily decorated, with drawings and paintings hung up all over the walls. The room was a bit to colourful for my taste to be honest.

I looked behind me to see a doorway leading into a neat looking kitchen with a little island table in the middle.

Well where ever I am the person who owns this place knows how to keep a house neat.

I stood up and walked over to the window to see snow softly sliding down the window sill. When had it started snowing?

Wherever I am, and whoever owned this house was a question that didn't need answering right now.

I needed to get back to the guys!

I prepared to teleport only to feel a sharp pain down in my wrists.

"Aghh!" I yelped, clutching my wrist. 'What the hell was that?

I looked down to see two metal bands, one on each wrist. They were a dull grey and impossible to get off without a key.

Magic restraints.....

I immediately panicked, attempting to pull the restraints off to no avail. They stayed firmly locked around my wrists.

In my attempt to escape the bands, I tripped over a little coffee table and landed back on the sofa with a crash.

I froze at the sound of footsteps. The creak of stairs as someone walked down them.

I watched as a shadow made its way across the wall and the silhouette of whoever was standing on the stairs became visible.

Ink...

Inks POV

I had been upstairs sat on my bed staring at the wall when I had heard an almighty crash from downstairs.

That would be Error waking up.

I groaned pushing myself of the bed and trudging downstairs, a yawn escaping my mouth.

I walked into the living room to see my coffee table turned over and Error on the couch with an expression of half fear half confusion.

"Well hello." I yawned.

"Ink? What am I doing here? Why am I here? Why do I have magic restraints on? Where's the key?!?" He asked frantically, he seemed.....scared.

"Well.... one, yes it's me. Two and three, your here because I'm a nice person and wasn't about to leave you unconscious in the snow when you had just saved me.

Four, because you could be dangerous and I don't entirely trust you. And five, I have it."

"Can I leave?" He questioned.

"Nope. Not unless you want to battle the snow."

We both looked over at the window to see that the small snow shower had quickly turned into a blizzard.

"Great. Just great!" He muttered.
"I'm stuck here with you, with a storm preventing me from leaving, and as soon as the snows gone you'll turn me in to the rest of the police."

"Who said anything about turning you in?" I asked, a smirk on my face. The expression on his face was adorable.

"Wh- you mean...?"

"You saved me. I'm not going to forget that."

He smirked back at me.

"Tut tut Inky, you rebel."

I turned and walked into the kitchen to grab something to eat.

"Yeah that's me."

Killers POV

We were all anxiously sat in the living room waiting for Error to magically appear in front of us.

Any minute now....

Or not.

The soft snow fall had quickly turned into a blizzard. The wind was howling through the street, and our pitiful crumbling house wasn't doing a good of keeping out the cold.

Horror had turned on our TV. We had stolen it about a month ago, and Geno had managed to rig it up so we had service.

Horror flicked  through the channels then settled on Eastenders. We occasionally watched it.

But not much so we were very far behind and I was certain that nothing that was happening in the soap opera would make any sense to us.

Nevertheless we settled down in front of the TV ready to watch.

I glanced over at Dust who seemed to be staring out of one of the gaps in the wood blocking up the window.

"Dust you gonna join us?" I called.

I could faintly hear him mutter something.

"What was that?" I asked.

"There's someone out there..." He whispered, almost as if he were talking to himself.

That's when we all heard it...

A faint voice.

And it was calling for help.

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I finished writing this at midnight!
Yay me!
Errors stuck at Inks and the others have heard someone calling for help in the snow.

Whatever will happen next?

-Jess-