Us? (Errorink) [On Hiatus]

Chapter 34 《"Quarrels"》

TW: Bad stuff/inappropriate stuff.
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-=Narrator=-

"Oh, for the love of God, don't even deny it! You groomed this eleven year old creator and manipulated them to take your side!"

"Are you hearing yourself? They literally took my side by will. Stop spitting nonsense! And what the fuck do you mean I 'groomed' them!? Do you even have any proof!?"

"No, you stop spitting nonsense! Evidence aside, there's no doubt you lured them to your little charm and manipulated them to do all the things you wanted to!"

"How else are the others going to believe you without proof? Are you serious right now?"

"I am. Let them speak for themselves, and let's hear the truth from them."

"Pfft, like they're gonna take your side."

"Shut it."

". . ."

"They're at it again, hmm?"

Cecillia asked with sarcasm laced in her voice, watching the three unknown creators stare at each other in silence. Ink sighed and nodded at her, taking a sip from the coffee he held as he sat down sluggishly with his head resting on his palm.

"They never stop. It's like, every week is scheduled with multiple arguments I now to this point can not comprehend. Like, who in the multiverse argues about someone else's relationship? Some, maybe, but it sounds so immature."

"Mm-hmm."

She hummed uninterested. She watched as the silence went on, a light noise of their breathing in as the atmosphere thickened with anxiety and awkwardness. It seemed none would utter a word. Or, too afraid, to.

"Let them be. Maybe it is time you will finally stop caring about them and just do your job."

"Maybe for even once, I'd take that advice."

He took another sip from his coffee, eventually standing up as he left the room as Cecillia sighed while taking a sip of her tea and scoffing a little.

"It isn't even your job to babysit us creators. Your only job was to protect their made world."

'What unfortunate luck you carry, Ink.'

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"WhAt ThE fUcK aM I gOiNg to SaY-!?"

Error frustratedly groaned, pacing back and forth in front of Nightmare's slightly cluttered dark office. He sighed for the hundredth time, rubbing his nasal bridge while suppressing his frustration.

"You will have to hurry and think of an excuse quick, knowing him if he is unconvinced he'd pry into why you were gone for two weeks straight with no interaction in those weeks."

"YEaH. . . Or Ar3 yOu jUsT wOrRi3D aBoUT yOuR oFfSpRiNG?"

"Of course I am. The child came in unexpectedly, and I have no further interest in dragging myself in your own mess."

"Oh, CoM3 On."

"If you are done complaining, then leave. I have more important businesses to attend to, and this just wasted half of my day."

"FIn3."

In a fit of annoyance, he summoned a portal and left to attend to his own Chambers. Something only managed to catch him off guard as a silhouette of a small monster was present behind him. Through instinct, he spun around, only to be met with an exhausted, frustrated Ink, holding his broomie in a stance, ready to smack him in the head. Things did not go well with these two as they reunited.