"Error, buddy, can we talk for a minute?" Ink swooped into the void that Error lived, tumbling over and bumping into him.

"DON'T TOUCH ME!" Error hissed, shifting away from Ink as far as he could. He placed away his knitting materials and folded his glasses.

"Sorry." Ink stuck his tongue out. He sat up properly and crossed his legs. "So can we talk?"

"What do you think?" Error grunted in reply.

"Yes?"

Error huffed and nodded. Ink beamed, he took the edge of his own scarf and scanned all the little writings on it until his eyes fell upon the one that he needed to read. It was a to-do list.

"Uuuuuh I forgot what I wanted to ask, give me a minute." Ink squinted at the list on his scarf, Error rolled his eyes and waited.

"Ok ok. Can you help us? There's this thing and we need you to grab it with your strings because stuff stuff stuff." Ink mumbled, his list basically just read: Ask Error to help for AU thing. He was starting to regret not putting any details.

"Why did they send you and not someone responsible." Error groaned, pinching the bridge of his "nose".

"Aw. That's because I'm the only that can talk to you without getting killed, silly." Ink grinned, leaning into Error's personal bubble. The glitchy boy shifted away more. "Besides, you love seeing me don't you?" Ink gave a sly smile.

"NO!" Error screeched, falling back even more. "No way! Never!"

"Woah bud, I wasn't being serious." Ink tried to stifle a laugh but failed, bursting into a fit of laughter. "Your reaction though!" He wheezed.

Error felt himself blush lightly, he hugged his knees tightly. "Well whatever, do you remember what the favor was? If not, I'm gonna make you leave."

Ink chuckled and rolled his eyes, blinking a few times, his pupils changing shape and color every time he batted his eyes. Error hated it. He hated Ink.

"Yeah, I think it was something about needing your strings to capture a Frisk's soul." Ink said, messing with his fingerless gloves, he looked back at Error. "You can do that right?"

"Do I get to shatter their soul?" Error grinned, a little excited.

Ink shrugged. "Hell if I know. So is it a yes to the favor?"

Error coughed and looked away, Ink leaned over to stare at his face. A small nod came from Error.

"Fabulous! See you later in Undertale!" Ink winked, he fell backwards into a puddle of paint and disappeared.

Error groaned and took out his glasses and knitting supplies. Finally, some peace.

He stopped knitting for a minute. Error found it strange how Ink suddenly remembered what he wanted to ask despite saying he had forgotten.

Sure, maybe Ink could've suddenly remembered but it seemed really unlikely.

Maybe he purposely said he forgot so he could stay longer? After all, I did say I'd make him leave if he didn't tell me the favor. Error thought to himself, looping the string around his knitting needles. He let out a frustrated yell. What am I thinking?! Of course not!

Besides, Error sighed and placed away the needles, he can't feel love anyways.