"What is going on here?" shouted Dream. Above all the noise, his voice was heard, and everyone stopped, even Ink's banging. The trio watched Dream scan them. Swap flinched when his eyes landed on him, and Dust saw that. When sweat rolled down Swap's forehead, worried as Dream started approaching him, Dust wondered if he should intervene. However, Dream pulled Swap into a hug. "Don't worry, Swap, I'm not going to do anything," he said. Swap seemed to calm at that. Dream whispered something else in his ear, but Dust couldn't quite catch it, despite being right next to him. Dream let go and went to work untying Error's strings. Everyone stood to the side feeling just a little guilty until Dust sighed and started helping him. Swap joined in, but Error stuffed his hands in his pockets and fled the scene.

When Ink was finally let out, he gave Dream a pretty big bear-hug, thanking him for "freeing him from the room of dirty evil" and gave quite a few punches to Dust and Swap. Dust chuckled as Swap stuck out his tongue and pulled the bottom of his lower eyelid, a classic taunt of his that he learned from Error when he was a witness of one of their fights. That made him receive quite the punch to the gut. Dream had to break them up.

After the whole thing was over, Dust ventured to look for Error after his departure. He noticed that he seemed a bit stunned when Dream interfered with their little prank and wanted to go find him. Ink wanted to join him. He said he wanted to scold him for locking him in the bathroom. They found him on the couch, relaxing (and slouching) as he scrolled through his phone. Probably looking through his Twitter, Dust thought.

Dust's theory was proven correct as he heard Error grumble, then start rapidly typing, then mumbling curses to whoever or whatever pissed him off. He usually did that when he was on Twitter.

Ink walked over to him and took a seat next to him. "Heya, Error," he said. Error slightly turned his head to look at Ink, then glanced at Dust, then back to Ink. They held each other's gazes before Error turned back to his phone like nothing had happened. Ink leaned over his shoulder and took a peek at what he was looking at.

Error covered the screen with his hand and turned to Ink again. "What do you want?" he asked. Ink grinned. "Awww... What, is it another one of your UnderNovela fanfictions?" he said, reaching out for the phone. "C'mon, let's see it!"

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Error tried to get the phone away from him, but it didn't do much good. Ink actually got a hold of the phone and grabbed it with both hands, trying to look at what he was doing, but Error quickly tied Ink's hands together with his strings and snatched it away from him. Ink used his mouth to try and break through from the strings. Surprisingly, he actually broke free, and reached out for the phone while Error leaned away as far as he could. From the corner of his eye, he saw Dust snickering and walking over, presumably going to try and break them both up. Unfortunately, Error fell on his back onto the couch, and Ink, too focused on grabbing the phone from him, fell with him. And guess what? That inkblot actually pinned him to the couch.

They stayed like that for a few seconds. Even Dust was frozen in his position.

Then, just ever so slightly, Error started blushing. Ink started spluttering like an idiot and burst out laughing. Error's blush kicked up a few notches and pushed Ink off from him. Ink even started coughing from his laughing fit. Error's face was set on fire. "STOP LAUGHING, YOU FUCKING IDIOT!"

Ink tried to stop by covering his mouth with his hand but failed. Dust even joined in with some loud chuckling. Error turned to him, angry as he could ever be. "YOU, TOO?!" The two laughed even harder at Error's reactions.

Dust held his stomach. "Ooooh my god, Error, you need to take off your skin and sit in your bare-bones, because hooo-boy, you are heating up bad!"

"Pssh, whatever..." Error responded, as he left the couch and fled the scene, probably going to get a cup of water. ...Aaaand spill it over his head.

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Killer and Cross were laughing to themselves. They had seen what had happened in the living room, and they did not miss a single second of it. It was like people in a movie theatre, eating popcorn while the people in the movie battled it out. They tried to hide when Error entered the kitchen, fully red-faced, by not facing him. But boy, were they bad at hiding their snickering. They didn't know this but weren't surprised in the slightest when Error walked over to them... and poured water over their heads.

"Hey, that wasn't very cash money of you," Cross growled. Error rolled his eyes and left the room, going upstairs most likely to his room.

Cross remembered something. He poked Killer, who was drying his hair with a nearby towel. He turned to him. "Hey, ya know how the doors open inwards?" Cross said. Killer tilted his head to the side. "And do you know about the rope in the garage...?" Killer smiled. He knew exactly where this was going. "Well... if we took some rope... tied it to his doorknob... tied it to another doorknob right across from his..."

Killer's smile grew wider. "I'll get the rope."

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Killer set out to the garage to grab some rope. He couldn't wait to hear Error's screams as he pounded... on the door. Killer snickered as he remembered the same situation with Ink. Yeah, he heard it. Everyone who was at least a floor above or below could hear it.

"Now where's the stupid rope..." Killer started. He spotted a box with some rope hanging out of the lip of it. Killer smiled to himself and walked right over to it and started planning on how he and Cross were to execute the plan. He was so lost in thought that he didn't notice the person who was just to the right, rummaging through a garbage can grumbling to himself. It was only when he grabbed the rope and look up when he saw him, and Killer knew exactly who it was. The person gave up and stood, facing Killer and making the two lock eyes. Killer froze. He wanted to run away, he wanted to flee, but he couldn't. He was rooted to his spot.

Nightmare, he thought. That bastard.

The other coughed awkwardly, snapping Killer out of his thoughts. He put on an emotionless expression that he knew would make him uncomfortable.

"H-Hey, Killer," Nightmare said, holding out a hand intended for Killer to take and nervously rubbing his neck with his other. Killer looked down at the outstretched hand, then looked at Nightmare again. After a few seconds of hesitation, Killer turned around and started to the exit until Nightmare grabbed his arm.

"W-wait," he pleaded. "I... I want to make it up to you."

Killer turned his head slightly at him and looked straight into his soul, making Nightmare stiffen. He gripped the rope tighter in his hand.

"Who ever asked you what you wanted?"

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Cross waited patiently for Killer as he sipped on some Pepsi. He saved some Cola for Killer; he knew he preferred it over Pepsi. He was scrolling through his phone and checking his notifications when he heard the garage door close. When Killer entered the room, he showed Cross the rope. Cross smiled.

"X-cellent!" he said. He looked up at Killer and noticed something was off about him. His expression was darkened and was tilted towards the ground, his hair covering his eyes. Cross took note of this and decided to act on it.

"Hey, dude, you okay?" he asked, putting a hand on Killer's shoulder and shaking him. Killer turned away.

"Whatever, let's just get on with it," he said.

Cross hesitated for a moment, feeling almost hurt from Killer's defiance to tell him anything, but sighed and decided to give him some space.

"Alright, dude, just don't be afraid to talk," he said, grabbing the rope from Killer. He suddenly snickered and turned to Killer. This'll cheer him up.

"Yo, Killer," he said. Killer raised his head towards him.

"Can we go do this thing already? The suspense is kill-ing me!" Cross said. Killer perked up and immediately started chuckling. Cross smiled at that. There we go.

"C'mon, if it's killing ya so badly, we might as well do it already so we can cross it off our list-!"

And off they went, laughing all the way.

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That Killer-Cross moment kinda broke my heart. ;-;

I put in a quote from Despereaux because it seemed fitting. uwu (I miss reading it. Didn't even get to finish it at school ;-;).

Honestly, I had a lot more planned for this chapter, as it originally was to be named "Conflict".

But, since all of the juicy stuff didn't happen here, (because that ending was a smooth outcome and also it just didn't seem fitting to not end it here), I wanted to leave it at that.

Ha ha ha-

-Jazz

*t-poses*