A Tiny Error

Chapter 5

"I'll make a kennel for him!" Ink's eyelights sparkled with excitement. He always wanted a pet, but didn't have the time to go looking for one that was suitable. That, and he was afraid the Bad Sanses would find the pet and use it as a hostage to take advantage of him.

Error could get to him.

Ink looked over at the little dog and sighed. Maybe this wasn't a great idea, after all. Was he even prepared enough to take on this responsibility? Dream put a hand on his shoulder.

"You alright?"

".... Yeah. I want to keep him. Taking care of a dog can't be that hard-"

"But what about Nightmare and his gang?" Dream interrupted. "They might kill him!"

"I know, but... I wanna try," Ink looked from Dream to the dog, locking eyelights with him. "I can at least offer him safety and comfort for as long as possible." He grinned gently at the dog, who blinked and looked away. Ink sighed and walked over to the couch, kneeling in front of it.
"Ok, what to name you..."

Error looked back at Ink, ears sweeping back. He shivered and whined as Ink stroked his head. He was starving, a sensation he hasn't felt in... y'know what, why bother? It's  been too long for him to care. Besides, he always ignored the feeling since he couldn't do anything about it, anyway. His stomach growled, and if he could blush, his face would be a very dark and prominent blue.

Ink frowned, and turned to Dream.
"We're leaving, Dream."

"Where to?"

"We are gonna get this little guy something decent to eat."

Ink opened a portal to a bitty AU. He knew that bitties weren't pets, but those who take care of them knew how to treat them. Conveniently, there was a pet shop located a few blocks away from one bitty center that facilitated the adoption of skeleton monsters, particularly ones that resembled other, larger versions in the multiverse.

Ink walked into the pet shop, the tiny fluff ball buried in his scarf and held close to his chest. He approached an employee and asked where he could find some tiny dog food.

"Oh, what kind of dog?" The employee asked.

"U-uh, I don't actually know. We found him nearly freezing to death a little while ago."

The employee, who happened to be the "owner" of a bitty Sans and knew about the multiverse, was unfazed to find two skeletons walk into their shop. What they didn't expect was to be met with the tiniest Yorkie they'd ever seen.

"W-wow. That is a tiny dog." They thought a moment, then snapped their fingers. "C'mon, I can show you where to find some supplies for this little guy." They walked down one aisle, Ink and Dream following closely.
"What's his name?"

Ink looked at Dream, then back at the employee.
"I-I don't have a name for him, yet. But I'll think of something!"

"Hmm, doesn't look like he has a collar. You say you found him awhile ago?"

"Yeah, but he doesn't look like he's hurt. But he is definitely hungry, so what kind of food have you got?"

The employee rounded the corner and stopped at the small dog section. They pulled out an extra small harness, a retracting leash, a blue sweater with little white bones on it, and a tug-of-war rope.
"This stuff is pretty basic for most dogs, no matter how small they are. Do you also need some dog bowls?"

Ink nodded. This was actually exciting again! He really was gonna take care of the little dog in his arms, and he so much fun doing it! He had to think of a name, though. He looked down at the yellowish-tan markings and thought.
'Hmm, kinda reminds me of a cinnamon butterscotch pie....'