Highschool Of Chaos (ErrorInk)

Chapter 20 : Teamwork...?

A/N : Howdy! Okay, so I just realized I've been forgetting to bold Error's dialogue. I will have an editor to edit the past chapters and remove the bold. Yes I won't make his dialogue bold anymore because it takes too much time and honestly it looks a little weird, considering he's the only character with that format so yeah :3

OKAY SO ONE MORE THING

I'M SO STUPID I LITERALLY PUT GOLD CURRENCY IN THIS STORY THEN PUT DOLLAR CURRENCY IENSKANS IM SO DUMB BUT NO WORRIES I EDITED THOSE CHAPTERS LMAO *hysterical laughing*

this is a pretty long chapter too so it took me a while

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The morning came as Error felt a streak of light blinding him despite having his eyes closed. He felt the shine circling around his face and felt uncomfortable. Opening his eyes, he flinched for a moment after the light hit his eyesight, furrowing his brows and squinting his eyes, he then heard giggles from his left side, just behind the backrest of the couch. As the light disappeared, his vision cleared and saw Ink peeking at him. A few moments later, he heard Ink snicker with a loud thud from the floor. "What the hell is wrong with you?!" Error exclaimed, pulling his upper-body up and glanced at Ink on the floor. He groaned while he heard the other continue laughing and snorting.

"Just a payback for stealing my ice cream." Ink finished his laugh with a snort before standing up on his feet. "So, while you were snatching forty winks, I was thinking a lot last night and I had the perfect idea!"

"I think it's the perfect time to doubt." Error spoke from the kitchen, opening the fridge to snatch eggs.

Ink scoffed, "I'll have you know that today will be the perfect date! But-" Ink snapped his fingers before pausing, rubbing his chin with his two fingers. "I don't know, you might need a really good outfit." He scanned Error's body from top to bottom.

"Shit." Error cursed, remembering that all his clothes were left in his house. "Mhm...we're going shopping then." Error grabbed a bowl and cracked the eggs open, pouring the insides of the egg.

"Cool!" Ink giggled, making his way to the dining table before using his phone. He then remembered he had to remind Blue about the date, and so he quickly opened his messagebox and started texting him. He asked Blue if he had forgotten about today and waited for his reply.
There was still no response which led him to a conclusion that he was still asleep.

He sighed, "Do you think it's gonna work?" Ink glanced at Error with his head tilted a little to the side. Not that he didn't believe in his own self, he just had doubts since it's a little obvious that Blue doesn't like Error anymore.

"Pretty sure, I should be the one asking that." Error spoke from the kitchen, cutting bacon bits and leaving a few uncut. He then set up the stove, grabbing a matchbox and slid the matchstick on the side of the box. Due to friction, flame appeared on the stick. Slowly, he dragged the stick to the stove burner and twisted the knob with his other hand. The burner then produced flames and was now ready to cook anything. "Alright." Error made a head start, before proceeding to cook their breakfast.

Ink got bored as he waited for Error, he stood up and hurried over to the kitchen to peek at what Error was cooking. "What's for breakfast?" He asked as he leaned on the fridge beside the sink.

"Food." Error replied plainly.

Ink fake laughed at him, clearly, he was not amused by his sarcasm. "You're really funny when you try not to be." Ink spoke sarcastically. "But I honestly prefer it when you shut up." Ink removed his fake smile.

Error then glanced at the other for a few seconds while he was handling the pan. "Take a bath and settle. You smell way worse even before you vomit." He insulted, pulling his look back to what he was cooking. He felt really confident that he'd be able to cook it perfectly since he was a self proclaimed master chef. Ink scoffed at him before leaving the kitchen area and heading towards his room. Stood infront of the door and twisted the doorknob open while he had that bored look plastered on his face. He entered the room and pushed the door close as he head towards his closet, thinking, What should I wear?, he stared at his dull and plain colored clothes, except for the jackets Error bought him.
"Hmm..." He mused, "I could use a new jacket for now." He snatched the clothing Error bought for him but paused after realizing something. "Wait a second..." He furrowed his eyes, trying to remember something as he tilt his head to the side.
He then threw the clothing on his bed and quickly opened the door to call Error.