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Error sighed. It really was getting late.
He was finishing paperwork at the front desk while Sans snoozed in the bitty bed they kept up there, still under the bone-covered blanket that Ink got him. Usually Sans and Red worked the desk together, but Red rode back to the apartment with Blue so he could put CiCi to bed. Sans waited with Error and Ink. Ink was in the throes of some sort of creative genius in the back. It was hard telling how long it would be, which was why Error got himself a pile of paperwork to go through.
Sans was snoring softly when the front door burst open.
“reap?” Error said.
“Heya, kid. Listen, get ya supplies together we got another call--a hoarder.”
“oh fuck,” Sans said.
“Yeah. It’s real bad,” Reaper said. “So hurry up. We gotta go.”
“i’ll go grab ink,” Error said. “and you’re gonna drive like you got some sense, ok?”
“I’m an excellent driver!”
“you drive like physics don’t apply to you!”
“Boys, boys,” Ink said, dashing to Error’s side and handing him a medical kit, “we’re on a time crunch here. You said a hoarder?”
“sans went and got you, didn’t he?” Error said.
“Yeppers.”
“cool. sans, hold down the fort. we’ll be back.”
“i’ll get the space ready and call the others,” Sans said.
“Geno’s already on his way, too,” Reaper said. “Let’s go.”
Error grabbed Ink’s hand and followed Reaper out the door to their next rescue.