“This was by far the worst idea of my life.” Error mumbled as he watched all his alternates run around, trying to enjoy the Christmas Party. His companion, a human to which he begrudgingly saved from a crumbling timeline, stood beside him.

“Maybe…it…won’t be that bad..?” they mumbled hesitantly, but Error could hear the nervousness in their voice. They held a mug, one that was full with Eggnog as they tried to not spill any on their sweater or around them.