A Tiny Error

Bonus Chapter: ErrInk

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There be lemons here, folks. Don't read if you don't wanna. Y'all knew this was coming, so here you go. Might not be the best, but I tried.

You. Have. Been. Warned.*

Three weeks later, Ink woke up from a delightful nights' sleep. Today, he was actually looking forward to the therapy sessions. He'd had the thought in his mind to do something nice for Error to truly prove to him that his words were genuine, and today, he knew this was it.

He jumped out of bed with such fervor, he accidentally knocked over Broomie. He paused a moment, listening for any sign that Error was awake, and sighed in relief. Error must be a pretty heavy sleeper. Or he just couldn't hear anything from across the hall, though Ink doubted that. Eh, probably the former, if he was guessing.

Ink shook his head. No time to be distracted. He quickly picked Broomie up and swiped open a portal. He went through, mentally taking note it was just past 7 am. He needed to move swiftly if he was going to prepare a date for the two of them.

... ... ...

Error stirred groggily, raising a hand to block out the light. In the vague recesses of his mind after just waking up, he often found it weird but fascinating that the Doodlesphere even had light. But today, he didn't want it. He didn't like it. He just wanted to stay in bed and do literally nothing.

He opened his eyesockets and looked at the alarm clock set on the nightstand. Seven thirty. He had an hour and a half before he and Ink would have to go to therapy. He buried his head in his pillow and groaned. Today was just... ugh. He couldn't even describe how unwilling he was to start the day.

After another ten minutes of trying to fall back asleep but also looking at the clock every two minutes, Error finally dragged himself out of bed. He dressed into his clothes sleepily, yawning or sighing nearly constantly. He could tell it was going to be a bad day.

He descended the steps reluctantly, but stopped in surprise when Ink wasn't there. He was usually up by now, making some type of breakfast. He considered going back upstairs to see if Ink was just sleeping in, which he desperately wished he could do as well, but decided it was too much work. He went over and sat at the counter, rubbing the sleep out his eyesockets as best he could.

"Hi, Error!"

"Ah!" Error jerked back, putting a hand to his chest. Ink had appeared behind him, and though he didn't even have a physical heart, he could swear Ink gave him a heart attack. What would one call that? A soul attack?

"Oops!" Ink rubbed the back of his head awkwardly. "Sorry, Error. Didn't mean to scare you."

"Yeah, whatever," Error put his chin in his hands, glaring out the window. Ink frowned slightly, confused and alarmed by Error's behavior. He took a seat beside him, tapping his fingers against the cold marble.

"Is... there something wrong, Error?"

The glitchy skeleton didn't respond, and Ink looked down at his fingers. Still tapping them against the countertop, he tried to think what he could've done to upset him. One little scare, accidental at that, couldn't possibly have been enough to provoke him, could it? He sneaked a glance at Error, who had shifted his head to rest on his crossed arms. Ink thought a moment, then looked at Error.

"Is it something I did?"

Error looked away, feeling a little guilty and irrationally angry. He didn't know what was wrong with him, he just felt like lashing out. He must not have gotten enough sleep last night. At length, he met Ink's eyelights.