Sanscest Oneshots (Re-upload)

Error x Cross | Busy day

Requested by: Pepsi2468
Story type: Fluff
Prompt: None
Warnings: Cursing/this was written at 3am

Word count: 788

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What a busy day it's been, for Error. No, not really.

It started just like any other, with him waking up at an unknown time since time doesn't exist in the antivoid.

Of course, the first thing he does is get up, stretch him bones out as he glances around this blank place he calls home.

The next course of action is to change his clothes, to an exact copy of what he was wearing the previous day. Perhaps this is why people don't like him, they assume he never changes his outfit. How rude.

After quietly judging people who weren't judging him, he opened up a tiny portal, stealing some chocolate from Underfell to serve as his breakfast. It was a fulfilling meal, but rather plain to taste. Guess that's what happens when you eat the same thing over and over again.

Now came the biggest decision of his day; going to destroy a few aus, chilling with the other 'bad sanses' for some unknown amount of hours, or staying alone in the antivoid with nothing but the voices in his head and the puppets filling the space above.

Yeah, the third option was the most obvious choice.

He had a good feeling, today was going to be a quiet day. Nothing at all could possibly go wrong.

Oh fuck, he jinxed it.

Just as those thought passed through his mind, while he swung slowly on a hammock of blue strings, there was a portal sound not too far away. Something crashed down into the antivoid, making a hell of a lot of noise and disturbing Error's peace.

"Whăţ ťhə füçķ?"

. . .

What a busy day it had been, for Cross. For reals this time.

The day was started the simple way, waking up in that uncomfortable bed he'd been giving inside of that ugly coloured room in his boss' mansion. Just like any other normal person would wake.

The first thing he did to get the day going, was the same thing he did everyday. Change into an exqct copy of the 500 layers or monochrome clothes he wore the previous day. A perfect outfit.

Then he went to the living room, where the murder trio sat playing a game of cards.

"Really? This early in the morning?"

"Shut up bitch. At least we have something to do, unlike you." He really hated those three.

Despite his ever growing hatred, he ignored them, making his way into the shared kitchen to eat his breakfast. Chocolate of course, Cc wouldn't let him have anything else. He was honestly getting pretty sick of the taste.

Strangely, he found himself wondering what Error was up to. It was uncommon for anyone to care about Error, but he just couldn't seem to get him off of his mind.

"Probably just because I haven't seen him in a while." He muttered to himself, observing the kitchen surrounding him.

Not much later on, he had managed to piss Nightmare off, which really wasn't a difficult task ever. Anyway, it meant that Cross would be punished. Much to the amusement of the murder trio, that punishment was being thrown through the first random portal that was made and having to deal with what was on the other side with no way back. Wonderful.

As he crashed to the ground in the unfamiliar place, he heard a familiar voice yell out from somewhere behind him.

"Whăţ ťhə füçķ?"

Gasp. "Error?!" He sat up quickly, staring his acquaintance directly in the eye sockets.

"Whåţ æ-ąŕë ýøű đœ-ďöįņģ hėřë?" His word were usually difficult to understand, but Cross noticed he could hear what he was saying quite clearly. Either way, he needed to think of an excuse as to why he came flying into Error's domain.

"U-uh well... I wanted to see you, but since I can't open portals by myself I... asked someone else to do it for me!" The words were forced out through lying teeth, hoping that they would be bought.

"Hm... çľēąŕłý å§ķěď ţhę wřœ-wŕøņğ pęř§øñ ţhêñ."

"Yeah..." As if he could ask Nightmare for anything and even hope for a maybe!

"Fīńę, ýőų čåņ §ţāý føŕ æ-â whīłë."

"Really?" Cross was half-shocked, half-happy that Error actually wanted him around. He decided that he would use this opportunity to get closer to him.

"Ýěąh, jú§ţ şťæ-§țåý øůţ öf mý wāý."

And so, that very busy day, Cross spent sat next to Error, watching what he got up to on his not-so-busy day. And slowly, but surely growing a special bond between them.