An Unexpected Surprise |Inkmare|

Chapter 20: danger

Milestone, let's go.
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"Ink, I don't think this is a good IDea." Error glitched as the two climbed the left grand staircase. The red velvet rug felt old and musty. It hasn't been cleaned in hundreds of years.
"Relax, we both want to explore it." The artist smirked, his hand gripping the gold plated railing. Error watched from behind as the artist leaned against the wall.
"But if Nightmare catches us, or if you get hurt, I will be to blame." 
"Well, you better keep me safe then." Ink huffed. God, how many fucking stairs does this castle have?
Error rolled his eyes and sped up, overtaking Ink. Truth was, his legs kinda hurt too. What a pussy. He needs to lay off the chocolate. "So we're doing this beauty and the beast style." Error mumbled.

Once the two reached the top, they both decided to take a break. Ink leaned against the crusty wallpaper and the destroyer was bent over with his hands on his knees.
"Whimp." Ink smiled, getting a rude hand gesture in return.
"So this is where lampshade's old room is?"
"I guess so, shall we go in?"

Error lead the way, much to the dismay Ink's protests.
Rubble, debris and dust littered the once red carpet. The room smelt of old cloth and stone.
Ink took a moment to admire the old, dusty paintings. He could barely make out what it was, but he liked it nonetheless. 
"Ink come look at this!"

Ink walked over to Error, who was over by the window.
It had a smashed stained glass window and a perfect view of a... decaying... snowy tree on top of a hill.
"What...a view..." Ink mumbled. 

"Hey look, sex sofa." Error pointed to the grand, unusable bed that was in the middle of the large bedroom.
"Sex sofa? That's what you call it?" Ink giggled.
He wasn't that interested. He wanted more paintings.
Walking over to the walls, he could hear Error investigating the be- sex sofa. Ooo a painting!
It was a white boned skeleton, but Ink couldn't tell if it was Dream or uncorupted Nightmare.

"Frick!" Error screamed as a loud crash surged through the room. Ink looked over.
Error had fallen through the bed frame ass first. Loser.
"Frick? What are you...12?"
"I can't get out."

Ink walked over and offered a hand. "Fuck that."
Error instead used his strings. Wrapping them around the top of the aged bed frame. Oh no.
He pulled himself up. CRASH. Ink let out a light scream as the top of the bed frame collapsed.
"Well done." He cackled after realising his opposite was ok. "Fucking idiot." Ink snatched a stale slab of rotting wood and held it out for Error to grab. Which he took and stood effortlessly.

Ink glanced at the wood he was clutching. Wait, is that a...
Eight long, black, massive ass legs emerged from the worn chunk. He screamed and hurled it at Error, who, in a stunned, kinda scared, fit of irritation screamed back and flung it at the wall. "What the fuck, Ink?!" Error yelled.

"Spider."

"What the fuck are you two doing up here?!"

The two skeletons promptly turned around to see the king standing in the ancient doorway.

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Did Error get in trouble? Yes. Did Ink? Fuck no. Perks of being the king's betrothed amiright?

A few hours later, Ink and Night were sat on the sofa watching old films from the '80s, sipping a nice warm cup of tea.

"I got a gift." Night grinned. Watching Inks face light up was the light of his day.
"Nothing special but I got you a bra."

Watching Inks face of excitement twist into a flat face of disappointment wasn't the best.
"I'm flat-chested."

Nightmare laughed and pulled out two light purple bras. B cup.

"Just try it."

"Obviously once I try it it will fit perfectly and I'll be sad."
"Probs."

Ink started to cry. Like the baby he is.