Opening his eyes, he became aware of the world around him. He frowned when he saw that the spot on the bed next to him was empty.

Rubbing his sockets, he slowly climbed out of the bed. He tugged down the shirt, which had climbed up his waist overnight. The end of the shirt fell to his knees.

The shirt was beige, with a few splotches of black paint on it. It reminded him of his boyfriend. He took a big whiff of the shirt, smiling. It smelled just like him too.

He walked out of the bedroom, and immediately the smell of something cooking wafted into his nosehole.

Eyelights shifting into stars, he bolted all the way down the stairs, and on the last step he fell onto his rear.

He got back up, darting into the kitchen. He ran into the doorframe, muttering an "ow".

"Error, hun? Is that you?"

The tall skeleton turned around, holding a spatula and cooking oil. There was a curly splotch of ink on his right cheek, and he had mismatched, colourful eyelights.

"yEaH, iT'S mE!"

The one called Error answered.

"Snrk- I heard you fall down the stairs and run into the door. You should be more careful, Ruru."

Error huffed.

"IiiIink, I aM cArEfUl! I'm jUst huNgrY!"

Ink giggled.

"Whatever you say, Ru."

"I tHouGht I tOld yOu tO sTop cAlLing mE tHat."

Ink leaned down and kissed Error on the cheek.

"Happy Valentines day, Error. Love you!"

"i lOvE yOu tOo, yOu bIg dUmmY."

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Happy Valentines Day!

In case you haven't heard, Wattpad was sold to South Korea.

Now, they'll be targeting M/M fanfics, and criminalizing writers who write NSWF, abuse stories, etc. There's more to it than that, I know my explanation was vague.

The point here is, all hell's going to break loose. Save and export your books.

Chances are, if you write anything to do with what I listed above, your books will be deleted. Your hard work, no longer accessible to you or anyone.

Be safe! Save your books!