“Error, have you been listening to anything I’ve been saying?” the low growl of Nightmare’s voice made him roll his eyes in annoyance.
He lets out a yawn, leaning against the worn stone of a pillar, moss grew over every inch and creative of this place, a faint smell of rotting wood and wet earth annoyed him to no end, he frankly would rather be back in the anti-void, knitting or whatever. Error hated getting dragged in their messes but he was, getting dragged in their messes once again, curse him- he’s easily swayed with the reward of chocolate.
