Stories of an Ex Forced God of Destruction

This Chapter Fills You With... Determination!

(I am working on the next request [thank you, PattyEnder], but I had this idea before the request came in and I wanted to finish it first.)

Blue was walking around the mansion, looking for any messes or rubbish to deal with, as it was his turn to clean today. Surprisingly, not as bad a job as most would suspect, as Blue cleaned the day after Dust would do so, and all of the Gang were very good at cleaning, or they would face the wrath of angry gooper man.

What he didn't expect to see was Reaper and Geno sitting in the living room, "flirting".

"Come on, Geno~ Just a little kiss~"

"No!"

Blue decided to made his presence known, before Reaper got too... handsy.

"FRIEND GENO, FRIEND REAPER! TO WHAT DO WE OWE THE PLEASURE?" Blue greeted them, full of energy.

Reaper gave Blue a lazy smirk. "Gen-gen baby wanted to hang out with Error, and I have some free time today."

Blue nodded and looked around for Error, who... wasn't to be seen. "WOULD YOU LIKE ME TO LOCATE ERROR?"

Geno shook his head and held up his phone. "I already let him know. He said he was dealing with a nuisance."

A slam from up stairs stopped any further comments and, within moments, Ink came rolling down the stairs, loudly and painful looking.

At the top of the stairs, Error was standing with his arms crossed over his chest and glaring down at Ink. "If you try to paint my room pink again, I will take you to Stairtale and throw you down the stairs that Frisk falls down at the start of every run!" he threatened.

Ink, who hadn't moved and was just lying there, groaned a bit.

Blue closely examined him and noticed that he had a couple of broken ribs and much bruising. "Error, that was a bit harsh, wasn't it?"

Error rolled his eye-lights and descended the stair in an orderly manner. "Ink, stop trying to get sympathy points and fix yourself, before I make you."

Ink lifted his head and gave Error a pleading look. "Why are you being so mean?"

Error stood over Ink, glaring menacingly. "1..."

"Erroooooorrr..."

Error started lifting his foot up. "2..."

Ink started sweating. "You wouldn't, not in front of Blue."

Error put his foot over Ink's head and opened his mouth.

Ink panicked and liquefied into a puddle of black ink. "Okay, okay, okay! No need to get more violent!"

Reaper blinked at the puddle that was slowly moving across the floor and away from Error. "I know it's technically Ink, but he really shouldn't be able to talk when he's a liquid, should he?"

Error shrugged and moved to sit in an arm chair, watching the puddle move to behind Blue. "It's Ink. Logic need not apply."

The puddle suddenly started rising from the ground, loosely forming the shape of a skeleton, before fading away and leaving Ink in perfect condition and pouting. "You could at least pretend to be a little sympathetic, couldn't you?"

"Considering your body is literally just inks, including your clothes, no. I think I won't." Error sassed.

Ink sat down too, next to Reaper without a care. "Meanie."

Blue looked at the four sitting and remembered something he had been meaning to ask. "Reaper, your touch means instant death, right? But your able to touch Geno, Error and Ink without any problems... well, except Error's haphephobia. I don't think I've ever heard the full reason why."