Summary: And yet it still somehow gained horror elements-

(Warning: This story contains swearing.)

A/N: My friend requested some Errink floof for Error's birthday. I hope this is floofy enough. Especially since I'm more well-versed in the art of writing cursed/sad/scary stories.

The life of a college student: an experience that could be described by many, many (mostly negative) words. But, if Error had to choose one, he would pick "excruciating." Between classes, assignments, and part-time jobs, it seemed nigh impossible to scrounge up a second of time for himself- whether that time be for eating, cleaning, or (the glitchy skeleton's new favorite pastime) sleeping.

Which was precisely why Error finally collapsed onto his bed at the late (or early) hour of 5:51 am after spending the whole night working on his latest programming project. He lazily crawled under his soft, navy blue blanket - not bothering to change into nightwear first - and snuggled into his pillows. Then closed his eyes, slowly allowing slumber to claim him-

Click-click

Creeeeeeeeak

Thud

Click-click

Dark-circled eye sockets snapped open. And they stayed that way as the young adult laid in bed, completely frozen with his soul pounding in his ribcage.

Was... that the front door?

Did I forget to lock it? No, I definitely locked it- I remember turning the deadbolt and the door handle to the "locked" position because I stubbed my toe on the shoe rack when walking away. That has to mean someone...

Forcing down his alarm, Error pushed himself up and blindly gazed into the darkness of his bedroom, listening. Just when he was about to write the noises off as his imagination, a single set of footsteps echoed in the hall. Growing closer and closer to his, thankfully closed, bedroom door.

It was the front door- GOD DAMN IT.

He threw himself toward his nightstand, groping around the hardwood surface for a critically important item in a situation like this: his phone. After a solid thirty seconds of futile searching (and the footfall nearing closer than comfortable), a realization wormed its way into his mind. One that he could have smacked himself on the forehead for- I left it in the kitchen!

Eye sockets widening, the dark-boned skeleton swung his head in the general direction of his door- the flimsy, unlocked wooden barrier the intruder had since stopped in front of.

Shit, shit, shit- What do I do, he internally shrieked.

Error failed to find an answer quickly enough, for the door handle soon rattled as if grabbed. Next creaking, turning no doubt; followed by a loud, drawn-out squeak as the shadowy blur the young adult identified as his door began to push open.

His hands procured the closest weapon within reach- a fluffy, light grey-pillowcased... pillow. Certainly not the best to fend someone off with, but he had confidence he could make it work if need be.

After all, there was a reason they were always used to suffocate people in movies. Right?

Error grit his teeth and raised the fluffy object above his head. All the while ignoring the nervous sweat gathering on his skull, the thumping in his ribcage, and the quivering of his limbs.

When the door halted its movement, he stiffened and eyed the newly revealed figure standing amongst the hall's shadows. They were short, blurry (mostly due to the lack of his glasses), and possibly armed, considering they appeared to be clutching something in their right hand.

The intruder proceeded to step inside, much to the dark-boned skeleton's dismay. Then a shadowy appendage (an arm, perhaps) moved around the nearest wall, reaching for the light switch he could only assume. And apparently succeeding. Thus, bathing the room in a dim yellow light.

The glitch blinked rapidly and squinted due to the sudden brightness. However, once his vision cleared (as much as it could), replacing the dark, fuzzy figure was now a short, brown/white blur bearing splotches of color.

His attack pillow promptly found itself lowered back to its proper place on his bed.

"I... Ink?" He groggily asked, raising an invisible brow at the bright-eyed art major lingering in front of the doorway. "How... How did you get into my... apartment?"

The other smiled warmly, waving the object (his keyring) in his right hand. "Heh-he! You gave me copies of the keys, remember?"

"Mhm... right." Error sighed, flopping into his pillows before scrubbing a hand over his face. "And you're... here this early because?"

"It's your birthday, cocoa bean! And, as your boyfriend, it is my official duty to give you birthday cuddles!" Ink proudly proclaimed, probably wearing one of those adorable, dorky grins along his jaws.

The dark-boned skeleton snorted.

"Yeah. Sure-" He said, rolling over to make more space. "Hop in, or whatever."

His boyfriend cheered.

While Error closed his eyes, the other quickly invaded his space- crawling under the blanket and pressing himself into the glitch's side before resting his skull on his chest. Despite Ink struggling a little to get comfortable, Error's breathing slowed, and slumber called to him like a siren to a sailor.

"Hey, are you falling asleep?"

"...Maybe." He replied, tiredly.

"Boo!" Ink huffed.

"Hey, I'm not that one who decided to surprise a college student at the ass crack of dawn." Error grumbled, cracking open an eye socket to peer down at his pouting boyfriend.

"But I brought cake- I even have candles and presents and confetti to go with it so we can throw you a super awesome birthday celebration!" He whined.

"If it's that important to you, we can do it later."

"Promise?"

"Yeah, rainstorm. I promise."

"Yay!" Ink cheered, throwing his arm around the dark-boned skeleton's chest in a mock hug. "I love you, Error!"

"Yeah, yeah- Shut up and sleep."