A Tiny Error

Chapter 20

"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.