I have no idea what I'm writing here.

Kill me please.
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Error lived in a lively little town.

She owned a little dress store with the softest dresses around. Of course it wasn't anything new to her, with her dresses being fairly priced, no one really knew that her magic was at work. And besides, magic fell out eons ago. Clothing was now everything in this world and what this world mainly had to offer.

Whoever had the best clothing had the most customers. The most customers gained a lot of money. A lot of money meant a bigger business.

Only thing is, Error really didn't give two shits. It was a hobby she enjoyed. Her family was too rich if you asked her. Her bank account filled with a heavy monthly allowance that went into her store, her hobby, and her life's work.

Working tirelessly on pamphlets and the formula for her endless stream of yarn. Not that it needed much adjustment, it was as soft as it could get.

But some people and monsters didn't appreciate her handy work. Like a certain annoying pest of a skeleton. He comes to Errors shop everyday and asks if she would model for him.

She always declines.

Yet he comes back with a face full of determination.

Although she has to say, her best dresses did come from the anger she felt towards the artist.

Not like he cared about her anger though. Even when she hucked one sharp after another at him he still didn't care.

And he was more wordy then she could even imagine. He talked a lot which is an understanding in itself. He wouldn't shut up. Which just tempted her to tie him up so his jaw could just be clamped shut all the time.

The door to her shop dinged. She almost jumped out of her chair in excitement only to deflate at sight of her annoying pest of a customer. He was tall, maybe 6'1. A bag slung over his shoulder to carry his art supplies as he lugged a large canvas around. Shooting me a wide smile he places the delicate canvas on my desk. The smell of dried paint and forest marrying his scent.

It wasn't an unpleasant smell but it also wasn't one you would want to be around all day unless you loved that person to bits. Error can say for certain that she hated this monster with every single drop of magic running through her bones.

"So I finished that painting like I said I would." He rambled. Error noticed his gaze slightly wonder to her bosom. It wasn't a secret that Error had a very feminine body. Her bust bigger then most her age. Normally she'd be wearing something more covering but it was hot and she was having a slow work week.

"That's nice." She decided to try being polite today. It wasn't the first time he'd walked through her door with a canvas in hand and it certainly wouldn't be the last. What was his name again? Pink? Slink? Klink? Bink? Something with Ink? Maybe just Ink.

He chuckled to himself, "You probably forgot my name again. My names Ink." His grin grew wider. Even after ten years of knowing him, Error still couldn't put together as to how he could just walk into her shop and not realize the amount of hatred flowing off of her, "Its okay though. I forgive you Kiki!" He exclaimed happily.

Error hated that nickname, "Sorry I don't think I heard you correctly. Maybe try actually saying my name for once." She snapped her eye lights narrowing at him. He was going to die one of these days.

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"I made this for you Error." He stated in a low voice, pushing the canvas towards me.

Why the fuck was it upside down?

It was face first on my desk. I didn't get it but ok.

Gingerly picking it up, I flipped it over. The painting was of me sitting on one of the park trees. My eye sockets closed as the wind almost took my straw hat off my head. A blue sundress decorating my frame with blue flats. I hated that dress now.

But I loved my straw hat.

Glancing up at the monster before me. He had gotten incredibly close to my 5'5 frame. Of course there was a desk separating us but hell do I know wether of not it'll protect me. He looked like a damn criminal with those tattoos scattered across his arms. Not to mention those scars. Not like he scared me though, "It's a nice picture although it doesn't betray me at all." I glared at him, handing him his stupidly good painting. That I slightly liked but didn't portray me in the correct light.

I could be a very snarky person. Not to mention my bed temper and often disregard for people outside my little shop. I wasn't the happiest monster but I was content in being alone.

"Well in my opinion, it portrays you perfectly on the inside." He states.

My jaw clenched, can't the fucker just leave? He's obviously really into art. Not dresses, "Is that all you wanted to show me?" I bit out tersely.

"I also wanted to ask if you would model for me." A grin played on his lips as he bent over my desk. His eyes glinting with smugness as if he knew something I didn't.

I hated that look.

Sighing loudly, "For the hundredth time. N. O. No means no you asshole." I snapped.

He grabbed a fist full of my shirt.

I stiffened and tried to pull away to no avail, "What are you-" with a startled Yelp I was pulled into a kiss. His lips smashing against mine. It didn't even last for a second before I backhanded him.

He stumbled away, letting go of my shirt to muring his recently smacked jaw. But he had that stupid dazed face with a carefree smile.

The fucker took my first kiss. I ran a finger across my lip acutely award that the ass was still in my shop. Just as I started pacing I stopped, slamming my hands on my desk. I pointed out the window, my voice curt, "Out." I demanded.

"Now, I don't think you want me to leave Kiki." He said it slowly, as if he was trying to convince me of that fact.

"Do you not understand why I backhanded you?" I questioned. I was really sick of his shit.

"Oh I understand perfectly. I didn't ask permission." He stated slowly as he sauntered back over to my desk. He then went around it.

"If you come back here I will call the cops." My voice wavered. Shit.

"Oh I bet you will." He agreed as he cornered me, "But it's also night time. And no ones around. No windows in sight and your shops closed. I locked the door and flipped the sign before I entered. I have you all to myself." He licked his lips. His bag somehow ending up on my desk.

I shuddered in disgust, "This is classified as sexual harassment!" I exclaimed my eyes widening in fear.

He sputtered a laugh, bending over with bellows of laugher.

I stared at him in disbelief.

What the fuck was his aim here!?

"S-Sorry!" Hi stuttered as he straightened himself out. Shaking his head he regarded me for a moment, before getting on his knees and begging me to be his model.

The shock wore off and them my temper spiked but deflated once I realized that I wasn't in any danger to begin with, "Fine." I snapped, "Just answer one question." The fucker pissed me off to no end today. Just so he could get me to model for him.

He froze then snapped to attention, "Yes?" He slowly stood while raising a brow at me.

"Why the fuck did you kiss me." I demanded.

Smirk graced his features, "Because you have lips of velvet." Before I knew it I was in his arms again. His lips on mine. I didn't backhand him this time though.