#ds nighterror

Anonymous asked: DS NightError “Sometimes I think this was a mistake”

Sometimes the meme squad house was quiet. Mostly when they weren’t there, obviously, but sometimes when they were home as well. It could be from various reasons: they were sleeping. They’d had an argument and were moody. They were in an intense round of the quiet game. Right now, the meme squad house was not quiet.

Yells and shouts echoed through it, and the jarring noise of something falling to the floor. At the noise, the ones responsible shut up for a short moment before returning to their noise-making. Cross watched in wide-eyed horror as his two friends and roommates stood in front of the TV. They were jumping up and down, and Nightmare was holding the console in a convulsive grip. A vase had been thrown to the ground as they’d stood up and overturned the couch table. Error yelled encouragingly as Nightmare steered his character.

On the screen, two Mario carts worked on ramming each other of the road. One of them was obviously Nightmare, but the other was unknown to Cross. He only knew it was someone; this was an online game.

The two weirdos-he-for-some-fricking-reason-called-his-friends screamed as Nightmare managed to get the other player of the road only two seconds before going through the goal. The sound was ear-splitting, and Cross covered his ears as Nightmare threw out with his arms. The console left his hand, flying through the window.

Crash

Glass rained from the window, and covered the floor. Cross groaned loudly, glaring at his friends who stared at the broken window for a short second. Then Error let out another scream and threw himself around Nightmare’s neck. His haphephobia had become so much better the past years. After pressing a kiss to the other’s cheek, they continued screaming.

“sometimes i think this was a mistake,” Cross muttered, going to clean up the glass before someone got hurt. “i should never have said yes when they asked whether i was okay with them dating.”

“Aw, c’mon, Cross!” Nightmare yelled, pouting. They’d stopped hugging, instead holding each other’s hands. Cross rolled his eyes, but smiled slightly. He was happy for them. He really was. Both deserved to be happy.

“Y_yeAH,” Error nodded, grinning widely. “N-NigHTy Just beAt INk in Mari0 CaRT.”

Freezing, Cross slowly turned to face them. Their triumphant expressions grew wider. Blinking, he felt a grin show up on his face. Nodding, he began to chuckle.

“alright. that’s a legit excuse.”

SO, I apologize, Anon. I suppose this wasn’t what you wanted? But I appear to have hit a Writer’s Block again (WHY DOES THAT KEEP HAPPENING??) and this was all I could think of. I hope it’s okay.

No idea if Ink plays videogames or if the Squad’s got internet

I crave Ds Errormare they are growing on me.

Uh….Error? What are you doing?” Nightmare asked with confusion.

“Sitting on your lap, obviously” Error answered him as he rested his head on Nightmare’s shoulder, closing his eyes.

They had got home not too long ago. Nightmare had gotten captured by JR (again) and Error had busted him out (...again). The guardian was sitting on the couch, just having finished patching up some minor scratches he got.

“You know it’s my turn to make dinner, I should get started” he noted, even as he hugged Error and pulled him closer.

“We can get take out” Error hummed in contentment, “Besides, you owe me. This is the fifth time this month I had to bust you out”

Nightmare sighed, knowing that his boyfriend was right (he also wasn’t going to object to cuddles, and not having to cook was a bonus), so he just accepted his fate.

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Will I post anything on time? Will the writing get longer? Or will it get better? Will I stop asking questions?

Find out on the next episode of dragon ball z

Day 28- Death I swear I’m not dead, but I can only draw in my computer on Sundays :’(