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"You know I'm going to win." Error spat at the monochrome skeleton. He loved the amount of attention he was getting from this vote. The amount of fans,, He mostly just wanted to win so he could brag about it to Ink.
"I'd like to see you try." Cross scoffed. He was currently in the lead, but Error was close behind him, and gaining more votes quickly. He tapped his foot anxiously. There were two days.. two WHOLE days of this torment. He checked the poll, a scowl on his face.
Error grinned to himself when he saw Cross's scowl. "You may be in the lead now, but you can guarantee that I will be the victorious one at the end of it." Error had sort of an ego, and was more than certain that he'd win. After all, who WOULDN'T vote for him? He had all the quirks of a sexy skeleton(plus he was a GOD). Cross could claim second place and be in first place for losers.
Cross was internally panicking a bit. Error was close, too close in the votes. He wanted to do something, but what could he do. He couldn't intervene. He couldn't do anything.. it wouldn't be long before they were tied and one of them took the lead again. He sighed loudly, looking over at the destroyer.
Error was distracted by the fast incoming poll votes. So much attention on him and people that love him . He's got to say this is thrilling to watch. They were currently close by just a small percentage. He hoped this didn't go like the originals and what's his name. Reigen..? Regan-? Whatever. If Cross won by a 0.1% he would be beyond livid. Just thinking about it makes him glitch furiously. To sate said anger he decided to antagonize Cross.
Error grinned as he walked closer to Cross, getting all up in his face. Cross was nervously sweating due to how close Error was to his damn face, a small blush also appearing. “See. I told you I’m gonna win .” Error practically sneered straight into his face. The poll votes go up. Error is now in the lead by 0.1%. Cross feels a little faint. How could he win against a god? He can’t. He supposes he should just throw in the towel.
Error’s grin grows wider. He’s winning! He’s really winning. By 0.1% now at the least, but besides that he’s winning. Cross has a slightly defeated face despite there still being a lot of time left for the competition. After all, who knows what might happen in the end?
Cross panicked for a second, thinking of a way to distract the glitchy god from his winning. Suddenly, he thought of a tactic Killer pulled with the boss once.
"Error-" Error looked at him, still smirking, before Cross yanked him into a bruising kiss.
Error squeaked, before his vision blanked, before coming back, and shoving his mouth back into Cross', holding the soldier's cheeks, and snarling.
Cross growled back, and licked at the god's teeth. Error glared, and refused, before digging a thumb into Cross' jaw hinge, forcing it open a small bit.
Error smirked as he watch Cross' almost scared surprise. Apparently the monochrome soldier wasn't expecting Error's multiple tounges…
Before he fought back, growling louder, and lightly nipping at a tounge or two while attempting to get his own into Error's mouth.
The votes were 50/50 now, neither of the chocolate obsessed skeletons noticing.
The votes kept changing. Cross in the lead. Even. Error in the lead. Even again. Cross in the lead. The Cross and Error fans were fighting hard. This day is not over yet. After all, a single hundred people could tip the scale of balance. Error and Cross were still vigorously making out, neither of them knowing the poll voters were fighting for dominance as they were. Error’s tongues were spilling out around Cross’s face. Both of their faces were flushed their respective colors.
Cross pulled Error closer, determined to win dominance, and not lose to a manbaby god. Error, though, was also determined as much, if not more, than Cross. If he won, he could rub it into his brother's faces', Ink's face, fuck, even Nightmare's goopy face.
He needed this win, but Cross was not backing down, just like a true royal guard soldier.
Error and Cross were neck to neck practically. They were getting more heated. They- “Woah There!” Suddenly the invisible camera panned away from the two and went over to Ink. He was enjoying his fourth place crown quite nicely. “If you want to see what happens you’ll have to wait until the poll ends.” Ink gave a wink your direction. “Yes I am winking at you dear Reader.” Ink grinned widely. “I suppose you want to know what happens next? Well too bad! You’ll get to read that part when this whole thing blows over.” He put his hands on his hips, all sassy like. “You’ll also get to see who dominates who, but until that polls over, bye bye!”
The camera suddenly exploded. The whole screen now being black.
I wonder who will win?