3rd person pov

Ink snapped his head up, hearing Dream's screech.

"AH- D-DREAM?! IS THAT A CAMERA?!"

"No it's a phone stupid."

Ink was fuming and got off of Error, chasing Dream who was laughing like a madman down the stairs. Error stayed in the same position, thoughts bouncing around in his head at the speed of light. Why did he like what just happened? What itself just happened? What does it all mean? Why is he feeling this way? These were some of his thoughts.

'n-nO... I caN't fEel tHis wAY! thIs iS InK... bUt mAyBE-? NO- yEs? wOuLd iF hE hUrtS mE aGAIn? wOuLd iF tHis iS aLl a dReAm aNd i'M sTiLl iNsIdE oF fAtE'S tOrtuRe cHambEr? bUt hE saId- nO hE coUld'vE bEen lYiNg- bUt hE hAs a sOuL! hE mUsT'vE bEen tElLinG tHe tRuTH! thIs iS aLl sO cOmPlIcAtEd... tHEy sHouLd'vE jUst lEFt mY woRthlEsS aSs iN tHe voId...'

Was his final thought before Ink stomped back into the room. Ink let out a huff

"Stupid Dream... uh Error you okay?"

Error snapped out of his depressive-like trance and he quickly sat up, his eyelights on the ex-creator.

"yEP."

"Yeah sure."

Ink spoke with a heavy sarcasm laced in his words.

'uGh... wHat iS wIth eVEry sANs vArIaTiOn aNd bEiNg abLE tO pIcK ouT a lIe lIkE a piEcE oF sAlT iN a bOwL oF sUgEr?! iT'S sO aNnOyIng! ...wHy cAn'T I jUsT bE oKaY? tHiS iS sO sTUPid... i'M sO sTuPiD... hE sAiD hE wOulDn'T hUrT mE anYmOre, aND hIs sTAt bOx eVEn sAiD eX creAtOr aNd hE's gRowInG fOnD oF mE, sO wHy?! WHŸ ÄM Ī ŠTĪŁŁ ŠØ ŚĆÂRÊD?!'

The small glitch thought to himself while beginning to glitch out a bit and grabbing his head into his hands. Ink slid onto the bed beside him and tried calling his name a few times. When that didn't work, he said Error's name a little louder.

"ERROR!"

"gAh-!"

Error jumped. He looked at the squid, who had a concerned look on his face. Ink decided to use a softer tone with Error.

"Error... you can talk to me... I really care about you."

Error looked down at his knees. He feels pathetic.

"...i'M soRrY."

Ink can barely hear Error; as his voice is barely even a whisper.

"Um... what was that? I can't really hear-"

"I'M ŠORRŸ!"

Error hops off the bed and runs out of the room.

"Error wait!"

Hmmmm... let's take little break from this, shall we? Why don't we see what our little weirdo Dream is up to?

Squish. Dream's head is leaning back as he is squeezing the juice out of a pineapple into his eyesockets.

"Huehuehuehuehuehueheu"

He then shoves the dry pineapple into his mouth. Leaves, spikes and everything. He swallows it. He has empty sticks that once had lipstick in them lying around. There are a few onions on his desk.

"Yum."

Okayyyyyy... I think this chapter should end now.