Inktobertale 2022 : Compilation of novels

8th of October : Knitted

"...So how did they get here again ?" asked Science to Fresh as they stared at the spectacle producing in front of them

"Well ya see, Inky-bro and Error dawg found demselves together in da same hooniverse, n' they rlly didn't feel like fightin' dat out, so dey settled on sum kid-friendly chillax compet, ya feel me ?" answered the parasite as his glasses flashed the letters LULZ.

"Uh uh... Two questions though." replied Science as he sipped another gulp of coffee. "One, why knitting, and two, what slang are you even using right now ?"

The two gods were sitting back-to-back, each one very concentrated on his own work.

"You're losing your time Error, I have knitting skills like no one, they don't call me the avatar of creation for nothing !"

"H̶̬̠̖͠A̶̠̅̇H̵͚̪͖̺̯̃ !" said Error with a sarcastic laugh as he kept agitating his hook. "I've certainly seen what you were capable of with that puppet you gifted me some time ago ! Just like everything you people do, your knitting crap is nothing, and certainly doesn't compare to crocheting !"

"Oh yeah sure, if you think your granny stuff can beat actual art, don't let me stop you !"

Ink was using different multicolored threads generated by Broomie to make his piece, which he would then knit together using two needles. Meanwhile, Error had insisted on using his own material, composed of only one crochet hook and the strings generated by his tear markings.

"Don't try to annoy me so I mess this up and lose this game, I fully intend to see you honor your bet."

"That 'loser must wear whatever the winner made' thing ? I just made it because I knew you wouldn't resist the idea of me in humiliating clothing. That's what you're doing, right ?" asked Ink. 

"More or less... Urgh, I'm sure a simple fight would have sufficed." said Error as he took off multiple threads from his work.

"Well, you said yourself that you didn't feel like it, remember ?"

"TIME'S UP BRAHS !!!" screamed Fresh as he held up a ringing Furby with an alarm clock in its chest.

"While we're at it," replied Error, "remind me why we chose him as referee."

Ink simply shrugged as he got up, hiding his piece behind his back. "Losers first. Show me what you did."

Error smiled, as he stood up as well and revealed... a simple blue scarf, very similar to his. "Haha ! What do you think ? Wouldn't the ultimate humiliation be to make you dress just as me, after all ?"

Ink stared at the scarf for multiple long seconds. "You don't know how to make anything other than your own clothes ?"

"...I̷ ̶d̶o̸n̶'̵t̷ ̷s̷e̴e̶ ̵w̵h̶a̴t̴ ̵y̶o̸u̶'̵r̴e̴ ̶t̴a̶l̵k̷i̷n̵g̷ ̶a̵b̵o̸u̶t̴.̴" said Error as he forced himself to smile. "Instead of making senseless accusations to try and make me leave, why not show me what you did yourself ?"

"Uh..." hesitantly replied Ink as he hid his hands further behind his back.

"...Ink, tell me you didn't do the same thing I did."

"What ?! No, what a crazy idea !" answered the skeleton as he clenched his fingers harder around the brown scarf behind him.

The two shared a long and awkward stare.

"...Fuck it, let's just do this the good old way." ended up saying Ink, as he dropped the accessory and summoned two large wooden spears from ink, both of which had multiple threads wrapped around them.

"Finally, something we can both agree with !" replied Error with a sadistic smile as he opened a portal to the Anti-Void and pulled a long metallic hook from it, which he used to grab the strings from his eyes.

Without any more word, the two screamed and charged at one another.

"Now that I think about it," said Science as he watched the gods try to strangle one another, "How did I even get here in the first place ?"