Waking up as Ink sans (v1)

Shipping time: One heck of a night!

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3rd POV

TW: ErrorInk moment, like JLJHSFVJLLCVSPDHJC-

I hope you understand what I'm trying to explain.
Because I can't tolerate it anymore, their relationship is slowly killing me in the reign of the FluffFandom.

It was already past midnight in the Star's base and everyone was already asleep. By everyone, only Palette, PaperJam, and the little babybone Gradient were sleeping in their rooms, Stain, on his side, was probably listening to music and painting another one of his masterpieces, like the artistic teenager he is.

While the now four children were staying and resting upstairs until the morning, the two friends from before, Error and Ink, kept teasing each other while cooking in the kitchen, obviously. It wasn't disturbing for the children as they were either sleeping or listening to music, but Error and Ink were very loud, their voices filling the air and their laughing arising between two or three jokes could really annoy anyone near.

They both needed to relax and laugh after everything that happened.

(Oh boy... If only they knew... Can someone tell them?)

After the recent events that happened to Ink, the smaller skeleton just wanted to relax and have some fun, drink with some friends, watch tons of funny and scary movies, play around, and more importantly for him, eat delicious food.

"That ain't called exorcism! It's called fixing a printer!!" Mocked Error as he grabbed a random knife that was laying on the counter to play with it, until the food would finally be ready. Ink turned around to face him and sent him a playful glare, snatching the knife away from the bitch.

(no, I don't hate him, I just didn't know how to call him)

"Uhh?! Repeat that you sassy window vista??" This time, it was Ink's turn to fiddle with the knife, caressing the sharpest part with his index and thumb as his smirk only excited Error more.

Ink watches Error gradually approaching him with a stern and almost unreadable expression, his steps cracking through the mess he had made and the pan frying the foods with a killing aroma being the only thing he could hear as the silence between the two settle down. Error grabs Ink's hands that were playing with the knife with a single one and clenches them hard enough for Ink's fingers to drop the utensil on the ground and make the smaller wince in discomfort.

He shoved Ink's arms up and moved them on the wall beside his head, not bothering to mind for the spilling ingredients. A glare was placed on the pinned and flushed skeleton as he pushed him up on the messy counter with his free hand, gaining a silent and shaky gasp from him. Two sweatdrops fall down on Ink's skull as he turned his head away when he felt Error's near his shoulder, his breathing getting as intense as his soul's beat and his legs slightly trembling from the taller's warm breath that was heating his touchy neck. "Do you really want to die or are you provoking me for other reasons?"

He remembered earlier that Error caught him with his strings and mercilessly tortured him with tickles after he called him 'Window vista'. He had to admit that he wasn't expecting him to act so weirdly and seriously about a teasing nickname.

"..." When the other did not answer his question, he began clenching the other's hands tightly on the wall to earn anything, but other than wincing noise, Ink did not respond and Error decided to let it go. "Look who got some floor on the ass"

After a short moment and Error getting off of Ink, as well for him to get off of the counter, the smaller calmed down his flush, and racing soul and began giggling at the realization that his butt was really covered with floor from the counter.