Under The Mask

Chapter twenty five: A Change of Pace

7187 words. Gosh, this is so fun to write- I hope it's fun to read for you guys.

Error made it to the field safely. It was part of the school, sorta, but it was public nor was it directly connected. If students were there, no unregistered person was allowed there. He found Ink easily. "Hey." He plopped his bag down beside him. Ink flinched and flipped to a new page as Error sat down. "What was tha-"

"NotHINg!" Sh!t.

Error raised an eyebrow. "Sureeeeee." He rolled his eyes and went to snatch the sketchbook. He took it successfully and grinned at Ink. "Let's see here-"

"Hey! D-don't!!" Ink stood up to grab his sketchbook, but failed. "Give it back!!"

"Nope~!" Error chuckled and flipped the page. He looked at the paper and stared at it. It was a drawing of him. He hadn't noticed that Ink, who tumbled over, began to cry. He flipped to another page.

"S-StOP!!" He gripped his sketchbook. "I don't want you to-!!" Error yanked it hard, causing Ink to fall back. He continued flipping the pages. Ink struggled to breath as tears flooded past his eyes and streamed down his cheeks. He squeezed his fists shut. A sudden urge pulled out impulsive behavior. He lunged forward and slammed his fis down at Error's face. He immediately dropped the book.

"WHAT THE FU-!!" He gasped at the sight. Ink snatched up his sketchbook and closed it shut. He hid it against his chest as he sobbed. He had felt as if he had been invaded, or as if someone had temporarily ripped his heart and soul out and away from him.

Error wasn't sure what to do. Ink's drawings were fantastic, but he could see that through his grief was frustration and anger. His fists were still clenched around the book's sides, holding it shut. He was breathing heavily as he brought himself to glare at Error, still in anguish. "How much did you see?"

The air was tense. Error brought himself to reply. "Only the first few pages. . ." He was slapped. Ink got up and ran off. Error new he could've been in so much more trouble if he hadn't taken Ink's pencil as well.

...

Dream opened the door as someone knocked. The group was expecting Ink or Geno or even Reaper, but it was Error who stood there, his face stern yet guilty.

"Error? What are you doing here?"

"Ink invited me over. I sorta upset him and he ran off. I'm not sure where he went, but it's been quite a while."

"What did you do?"

Error sighed. "I went through his sketchbook. . ." He looked down.

"Why would- nevermind, what matters is that you want to apologize for it. Come in."

"Right." He stepped in, but before he could Reaper delivered Geno. Geno was seemingly covered in blush, maybe a little fatigued and worn out as well. Reaper had to carry him.

"As promised, you're back with your friends." He turned to them, putting a finger to his lips while a sly grin was planted across his face. "Don't worry, I took great care of him."

"Did you actually f**k my brother?!"

Reaper turned to Error. "Perhaps~"

"Get back hERE YOU BAST-" Reaper gently put Geno down on the couch and ran as Error tried to catch him.

"Nah, nah, nah, nah, nah, you can't catch me~" He sang out like a child and sprinted out of the room. In the distance he yelled, "I love you, Gen~!"

"What the f**k?" Blue had just walked in. "Anyway, I can't find Ink, Dream." He looked at Error. "I suppose he had something to do with it?"